Slick, White Collar, NC-17, OT3
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veronicasleepsTitle: Slick
Prompt: Clay
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veronicasleeps
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: Well, it is NC-17. No spoilers though.
Summary: There's clay, and naked people.
Notes: I felt, that after the dark!Clay Fill I needed a nicer one, so here it is. I heart Feedback, btw.
Prompt: Clay
Author:
veronicasleeps Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: Well, it is NC-17. No spoilers though.
Summary: There's clay, and naked people.
Notes: I felt, that after the dark!Clay Fill I needed a nicer one, so here it is. I heart Feedback, btw.
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There is something incredibly sensual in the way Neal’s hands glide over the clay, shaping it gently with the help of a little water and a lot of patience; his naked feet kick the wheel in a strong but soft movement that never rattles the soft material , and it’s this restraint, the bunch of muscles in his thighs -openly on display, because he’s only wearing a pair of Peter’s boxers- and the flexing of his foot that turns her on.
Elizabeth could stay and watch the slide of skin over wet earth forever, she thinks, but she also knows that Peter is not that patient, he doesn’t appreciate the rest of this all that much beyond the revealed naked skin, and that's why he’s restlessly pacing behind Neal.
His own feet, also naked, make a soft sticky sound when they part from the plastic sheet that covers the floor, and she knows from the way his body tilts towards Neal, that he’ll pounce Neal soon.
Then there’s a gasp, from Neal, she thinks, when Peter’s arms close around his shoulders and his mouth
finds that place just below his ear that turns him to mush inside.
Neal doesn’t even try to keep on working; the potter’s wheel grinds to a hold and Neal’s slick fingers come up and smear clay all over Peter’s cheeks when he pulls him down for a deep kiss.
One of Neal’s hands tugs her down on his lap, and she shivers, feeling his barely concealed cock harden underneath her.
“How about we do art my way, darling?” The suggestion must have been Peter’s, but she isn’t sure, because in that same moment a hand full of clay reaches up and covers her breast in a cool wet sensation that drives all thought right out of her head.
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There is something incredibly sensual in the way Neal’s hands glide over the clay, shaping it gently with the help of a little water and a lot of patience; his naked feet kick the wheel in a strong but soft movement that never rattles the soft material , and it’s this restraint, the bunch of muscles in his thighs -openly on display, because he’s only wearing a pair of Peter’s boxers- and the flexing of his foot that turns her on.
Elizabeth could stay and watch the slide of skin over wet earth forever, she thinks, but she also knows that Peter is not that patient, he doesn’t appreciate the rest of this all that much beyond the revealed naked skin, and that's why he’s restlessly pacing behind Neal.
His own feet, also naked, make a soft sticky sound when they part from the plastic sheet that covers the floor, and she knows from the way his body tilts towards Neal, that he’ll pounce Neal soon.
Then there’s a gasp, from Neal, she thinks, when Peter’s arms close around his shoulders and his mouth
finds that place just below his ear that turns him to mush inside.
Neal doesn’t even try to keep on working; the potter’s wheel grinds to a hold and Neal’s slick fingers come up and smear clay all over Peter’s cheeks when he pulls him down for a deep kiss.
One of Neal’s hands tugs her down on his lap, and she shivers, feeling his barely concealed cock harden underneath her.
“How about we do art my way, darling?” The suggestion must have been Peter’s, but she isn’t sure, because in that same moment a hand full of clay reaches up and covers her breast in a cool wet sensation that drives all thought right out of her head.
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