BU/Watcher Ficlet: Brand
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kat_lair***
Title: Brand
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Ghost Files
Pairing: Ryan/Shane
Tags: Demon Shane, Porn, Ficlet
Rating: E
Word count: 295
Summary: They kiss for the first time when Shane is three fingers deep in Ryan’s ass.
Author Notes: Found this pornlet in my wip folder and turns out it only needed like twenty words to be released into the wilds so here we are. Absolutely no redeeming value, just some porn.
Brand on AO3
They kiss for the first time when Shane is three fingers deep in Ryan’s ass. His mouth is slack and wet, and Shane sucks the surrender from it like boiled candy, something sour sweet and lasting and his his his.
“Give it to me,” he says, and Ryan keens and trashes and fucks himself on Shane’s long clever fingers, desperate and open.
Shane pulls out and then pushes in with his cock in one breath, the feeling dancing across his nerve endings like hellfire except better, cleaner somehow despite the absolutely filthy way Ryan shudders through it. His fingers dig into Shane’s shoulder blades like daggers and Shane wishes for blood, for scars that will never heal.
Maybe next time.
He thinks about his name across Ryan’s ribs, red and burning and maybe, maybe he’ll get that too. Shane is greedy, he knows, he’ll take everything offered and then some, the whole hand for the price of a little finger, the whole plump soul for the price of one breathy ‘yes’.
And yet he fucks into Ryan like it’s the only chance he’ll get. Just in case.
“Shane,” Ryan sobs, “Shane, please,” and his face cracks open from an emotion Shane doesn’t have words for. Ryan cries when he comes and the salt of it washes across Shane’s skin like the ocean, vast and unearned.
That’s never stopped him before, and it won’t stop him now. Shane spills inside between one heartbeat and another, pressing his tongue against the roof of Ryan’s mouth like a seal of ownership, like a brand.
They curl into each other in the aftermath, tight and clinging. Under Shane’s mouth Ryan’s pulse beats like a war drum, like a call to a battle, one they’ll win together. Or die fighting.
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Title: Brand
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Ghost Files
Pairing: Ryan/Shane
Tags: Demon Shane, Porn, Ficlet
Rating: E
Word count: 295
Summary: They kiss for the first time when Shane is three fingers deep in Ryan’s ass.
Author Notes: Found this pornlet in my wip folder and turns out it only needed like twenty words to be released into the wilds so here we are. Absolutely no redeeming value, just some porn.
Brand on AO3
They kiss for the first time when Shane is three fingers deep in Ryan’s ass. His mouth is slack and wet, and Shane sucks the surrender from it like boiled candy, something sour sweet and lasting and his his his.
“Give it to me,” he says, and Ryan keens and trashes and fucks himself on Shane’s long clever fingers, desperate and open.
Shane pulls out and then pushes in with his cock in one breath, the feeling dancing across his nerve endings like hellfire except better, cleaner somehow despite the absolutely filthy way Ryan shudders through it. His fingers dig into Shane’s shoulder blades like daggers and Shane wishes for blood, for scars that will never heal.
Maybe next time.
He thinks about his name across Ryan’s ribs, red and burning and maybe, maybe he’ll get that too. Shane is greedy, he knows, he’ll take everything offered and then some, the whole hand for the price of a little finger, the whole plump soul for the price of one breathy ‘yes’.
And yet he fucks into Ryan like it’s the only chance he’ll get. Just in case.
“Shane,” Ryan sobs, “Shane, please,” and his face cracks open from an emotion Shane doesn’t have words for. Ryan cries when he comes and the salt of it washes across Shane’s skin like the ocean, vast and unearned.
That’s never stopped him before, and it won’t stop him now. Shane spills inside between one heartbeat and another, pressing his tongue against the roof of Ryan’s mouth like a seal of ownership, like a brand.
They curl into each other in the aftermath, tight and clinging. Under Shane’s mouth Ryan’s pulse beats like a war drum, like a call to a battle, one they’ll win together. Or die fighting.
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