Post by domluvr on Dec 5, 2010 1:00:46 GMT 10
To: Jess!
Message: This mini gift wasn’t really on your wish-list, except for the inclusion of Raoul. But it was inspired by your comments about Dom Week.
From: Crystal
Title: Company
Rating: R
Wishlist Item: #1 – Raoul, # 5 –Anything…
Summary: Dom’s squad orgy.
Note: Not 800 words! It’s more like... a ficmas ficlet of minor smut.
Raoul hated having cold baths in the north. His head was already getting heavy as the water crystallized in his hair.
Seeing the deserted clearing, he was surprised at how late it must be. Perhaps he had lost consciousness in the river at some point. It was lovely how concerned the men must be about his absence, to all retire for the night. The small amount of light in the clearing was provided solely from Flyn’s tent.
Disappointed to see the main fire had already been extinguished, he rubbed his hands together and blew between them as he made his way back to his own bedroll. Hearing familiar sounds emit from Flyn’s tent as he passed by, Raoul promptly changed his course of direction.
He was always sure to keep his men well-fed and provide ample opportunity for rest. But the days were long, and the nights even longer, when he couldn’t provide them with female companionship in these remote locations.
Many men would turn to each other for comfort, he knew. But Dom’s squad was the only group he knew to be quite so open. This particular group of men had grown close enough they were family, and would think nothing of providing favours to one another, whether it be a monetary loan or physical touch of relief.
Anticipation swelled in his chest as he slipped into the tent; he revelled in the wave of heat and the strong smell of sweat that welcomed him. His engaged men didn’t seem to notice his arrival.
After stripping quietly, he folded his arms over his chest. “Apparently, I missed the invitation.”
Dom’s eyes darted up to meet his own, but he didn’t respond; the sergeant remained focused on the task at hand as he knelt before Wolset.
Flyn motioned towards Raoul’s exposed loins. “Well, seeing as how you just… soaked yourself in ice… you aren’t exactly able to participate…” he managed to breathe out, pausing in time with his thrusts. “Mmmm…” He bent down to adjust Lerant’s position.
Wolset grinned. Although that might have had more to do with his sergeant’s skilled actions than Flyn’s witty comment.
Looking down at his cold, and admittedly shrivelled, anatomy, Raoul felt large arms sneak around his waist as a warm, hard chest pressed against his back. “No need to worry,” Qasim whispered, his hands slipping to Raoul’s backside. “I can make use of this side of you.”
Message: This mini gift wasn’t really on your wish-list, except for the inclusion of Raoul. But it was inspired by your comments about Dom Week.
From: Crystal
Title: Company
Rating: R
Wishlist Item: #1 – Raoul, # 5 –Anything…
Summary: Dom’s squad orgy.
Note: Not 800 words! It’s more like... a ficmas ficlet of minor smut.
Raoul hated having cold baths in the north. His head was already getting heavy as the water crystallized in his hair.
Seeing the deserted clearing, he was surprised at how late it must be. Perhaps he had lost consciousness in the river at some point. It was lovely how concerned the men must be about his absence, to all retire for the night. The small amount of light in the clearing was provided solely from Flyn’s tent.
Disappointed to see the main fire had already been extinguished, he rubbed his hands together and blew between them as he made his way back to his own bedroll. Hearing familiar sounds emit from Flyn’s tent as he passed by, Raoul promptly changed his course of direction.
He was always sure to keep his men well-fed and provide ample opportunity for rest. But the days were long, and the nights even longer, when he couldn’t provide them with female companionship in these remote locations.
Many men would turn to each other for comfort, he knew. But Dom’s squad was the only group he knew to be quite so open. This particular group of men had grown close enough they were family, and would think nothing of providing favours to one another, whether it be a monetary loan or physical touch of relief.
Anticipation swelled in his chest as he slipped into the tent; he revelled in the wave of heat and the strong smell of sweat that welcomed him. His engaged men didn’t seem to notice his arrival.
After stripping quietly, he folded his arms over his chest. “Apparently, I missed the invitation.”
Dom’s eyes darted up to meet his own, but he didn’t respond; the sergeant remained focused on the task at hand as he knelt before Wolset.
Flyn motioned towards Raoul’s exposed loins. “Well, seeing as how you just… soaked yourself in ice… you aren’t exactly able to participate…” he managed to breathe out, pausing in time with his thrusts. “Mmmm…” He bent down to adjust Lerant’s position.
Wolset grinned. Although that might have had more to do with his sergeant’s skilled actions than Flyn’s witty comment.
Looking down at his cold, and admittedly shrivelled, anatomy, Raoul felt large arms sneak around his waist as a warm, hard chest pressed against his back. “No need to worry,” Qasim whispered, his hands slipping to Raoul’s backside. “I can make use of this side of you.”