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kathierif_ficTitle: Underneath
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny Messer/Sid Hammerback
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,049
Summary: The lace wasn’t as comfortable as women always made it seem to be, but then, none of them had to deal with a semi-hard dick constricted by it.
Author’s Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: Crossdressing (lingerie/underwear).
Lace, Danny Messer thought grimly while shifting from one foot to the other, was not as comfortable as women always made it seem to be.
But then, he admitted to himself, no woman he knew had to deal with a half-hard dick trapped by the silky panties and straining against the sheer fabric.
He bit his lip to stop the moan from escaping as his moving around caused the underwear to rub over his dick and in between his legs again.
The whole day had been a special torturous kind of hell. With every step he took he was reminded of what was hidden underneath his jeans, and the teasing question if he had ants in his pants hadn’t been funny, not even when Lindsay had asked it the first time.
He sighed a bit. The day had started so well, with a warm, wet mouth around his cock and long, elegant fingers deep in his ass. But then, when he’d almost been at the point where his mellow mood after a nice morning orgasm had shifted to the alertness he needed in order to face another long day at the lab, his lover had tapped his hip gently and had murmured, “Lift your hips a little, I want to try something.”
Without thinking too much about it, he had complied, and the next thing he knew, soft fabric had slipped up his legs and had gently been tugged in place.
He didn’t know anymore why he hadn’t protested more at that moment. Maybe it had been the look on his lover’s face or the way his fingertips had gently brushed over Danny’s hipbones, now wrapped in silk and lace, almost not touching him.
Maybe it had been the unusual sensations caused by the flimsy fabric, pulled taut across his buttocks and sliding softly against his skin when he sat up to take a second, closer look at himself.
Maybe it had been the rest of sleepiness and the orgasm he just had.
“You look…amazing,” his lover had breathed before tangling his fingers in Danny’s blond hair and pulling him into a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past Danny’s lips and almost violently plundering his mouth.
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Danny had murmured as soon as they’d pulled apart, “Can I take ‘em off now? I have to go to work.”
He’d slipped his fingertips under the waistband of the panties, intent on getting them off, but the crestfallen expression on his lover’s face had made him hesitate, which, in turn, led to the situation he found himself in right now.
His cock twitched again, and he clenched his teeth. It didn’t matter how much his lover would plead with him, he decided darkly, as soon as he was home, the panties would come off. He couldn’t stand the sensations any longer. He needed relief.
When he entered his apartment, his lover was sitting on the couch and leafing through a magazine Danny couldn’t remember buying. He grumbled a greeting as he dropped his bag and toed off his shoes, the friction against his dick almost unbearable. Before he knew it, he had shoved a hand down his pants and had squeezed himself tightly, but it did only little to ease his arousal. The panties felt soft under his fingertips, and he groaned as he stumbled toward the couch to sink into the cushions.
“Having a little problem there?”
Blue eyes twinkled over the dark rim of glasses, and Danny let his head fall back and groaned, his hips gently pushing upwards, into his palm.
His eyes slipped shut on their own accord, but before he could do anything else than moan again, nimble fingers pulled at the fly of his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them and helped him to push them down his legs. However, when Danny wanted to slide down the panties as well, strong hands stopped him.
“Leave them on,” his lover said before plucking off Danny’s glasses and putting them on the table. Danny moaned and screwed his eyes shut again as strong hands pressed his hips into the couch and moist air was breathed over his groin. He could feel it through the material of the panties, and it drove him insane.
“You look amazing like this,” his lover said again and pressed his lips to Danny’s silk-covered dick. He hesitated only a brief moment before diving in, his mouth closing around the shape of Danny’s erection. He sucked and licked, drenching the panties and making them stick to Danny’s skin even more than they already did.
Danny’s hands were clenched in tight fists by his sides, and he moaned at the feeling of wet fabric against his sensitive skin. He felt indescribably turned on; something he’d never expected before. His thoughts were centered on his dick and the mouth on it, separated by a thin layer of underwear.
It didn’t take long until it became too much to bear. He’d been half-aroused for too long to last for longer, and the insistent teasing didn’t help. He came into the lacy panties with a bitten-off scream that was quickly muffled by his own forearm.
Through the haze of orgasm and the blood rushing in his own ears, he could hear a soft moan as his lover reached down, unfastened his own pants and roughly wrapped his own hand around his dick. He could hear the rasp of skin pulling on skin, and then, with a deep moan, the other man buried his nose in Danny’s crotch, rubbed against the panties he still was wearing, and stilled as his orgasm washed through his body.
They stayed like that for a moment, but Danny soon began to squirm away.
“I’m a mess,” he complained, but he reached down to run his fingers through his lover’s silver hair. “Man, Sid, look at me.”
Sid chuckled and straightened. Danny hadn’t even realized the older man had taken off his glasses, as well, but they were on the table, next to his own.
“You enjoyed it,” he said and smoothed his hand over Danny’s knee.
Danny grimaced. “I’m not going to do that again,” he promised half-heartedly as he slowly sat up. “Go to work like this.”
Sid chuckled and stood. “Fine,” he said. “Next time, I’ll add a plug.”
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny Messer/Sid Hammerback
Rating: FRM
Warnings: slash
Word Count: 1,049
Summary: The lace wasn’t as comfortable as women always made it seem to be, but then, none of them had to deal with a semi-hard dick constricted by it.
Author’s Notes: Written for the
kink_bingo challenge, prompt: Crossdressing (lingerie/underwear).Lace, Danny Messer thought grimly while shifting from one foot to the other, was not as comfortable as women always made it seem to be.
But then, he admitted to himself, no woman he knew had to deal with a half-hard dick trapped by the silky panties and straining against the sheer fabric.
He bit his lip to stop the moan from escaping as his moving around caused the underwear to rub over his dick and in between his legs again.
The whole day had been a special torturous kind of hell. With every step he took he was reminded of what was hidden underneath his jeans, and the teasing question if he had ants in his pants hadn’t been funny, not even when Lindsay had asked it the first time.
He sighed a bit. The day had started so well, with a warm, wet mouth around his cock and long, elegant fingers deep in his ass. But then, when he’d almost been at the point where his mellow mood after a nice morning orgasm had shifted to the alertness he needed in order to face another long day at the lab, his lover had tapped his hip gently and had murmured, “Lift your hips a little, I want to try something.”
Without thinking too much about it, he had complied, and the next thing he knew, soft fabric had slipped up his legs and had gently been tugged in place.
He didn’t know anymore why he hadn’t protested more at that moment. Maybe it had been the look on his lover’s face or the way his fingertips had gently brushed over Danny’s hipbones, now wrapped in silk and lace, almost not touching him.
Maybe it had been the unusual sensations caused by the flimsy fabric, pulled taut across his buttocks and sliding softly against his skin when he sat up to take a second, closer look at himself.
Maybe it had been the rest of sleepiness and the orgasm he just had.
“You look…amazing,” his lover had breathed before tangling his fingers in Danny’s blond hair and pulling him into a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past Danny’s lips and almost violently plundering his mouth.
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Danny had murmured as soon as they’d pulled apart, “Can I take ‘em off now? I have to go to work.”
He’d slipped his fingertips under the waistband of the panties, intent on getting them off, but the crestfallen expression on his lover’s face had made him hesitate, which, in turn, led to the situation he found himself in right now.
His cock twitched again, and he clenched his teeth. It didn’t matter how much his lover would plead with him, he decided darkly, as soon as he was home, the panties would come off. He couldn’t stand the sensations any longer. He needed relief.
When he entered his apartment, his lover was sitting on the couch and leafing through a magazine Danny couldn’t remember buying. He grumbled a greeting as he dropped his bag and toed off his shoes, the friction against his dick almost unbearable. Before he knew it, he had shoved a hand down his pants and had squeezed himself tightly, but it did only little to ease his arousal. The panties felt soft under his fingertips, and he groaned as he stumbled toward the couch to sink into the cushions.
“Having a little problem there?”
Blue eyes twinkled over the dark rim of glasses, and Danny let his head fall back and groaned, his hips gently pushing upwards, into his palm.
His eyes slipped shut on their own accord, but before he could do anything else than moan again, nimble fingers pulled at the fly of his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them and helped him to push them down his legs. However, when Danny wanted to slide down the panties as well, strong hands stopped him.
“Leave them on,” his lover said before plucking off Danny’s glasses and putting them on the table. Danny moaned and screwed his eyes shut again as strong hands pressed his hips into the couch and moist air was breathed over his groin. He could feel it through the material of the panties, and it drove him insane.
“You look amazing like this,” his lover said again and pressed his lips to Danny’s silk-covered dick. He hesitated only a brief moment before diving in, his mouth closing around the shape of Danny’s erection. He sucked and licked, drenching the panties and making them stick to Danny’s skin even more than they already did.
Danny’s hands were clenched in tight fists by his sides, and he moaned at the feeling of wet fabric against his sensitive skin. He felt indescribably turned on; something he’d never expected before. His thoughts were centered on his dick and the mouth on it, separated by a thin layer of underwear.
It didn’t take long until it became too much to bear. He’d been half-aroused for too long to last for longer, and the insistent teasing didn’t help. He came into the lacy panties with a bitten-off scream that was quickly muffled by his own forearm.
Through the haze of orgasm and the blood rushing in his own ears, he could hear a soft moan as his lover reached down, unfastened his own pants and roughly wrapped his own hand around his dick. He could hear the rasp of skin pulling on skin, and then, with a deep moan, the other man buried his nose in Danny’s crotch, rubbed against the panties he still was wearing, and stilled as his orgasm washed through his body.
They stayed like that for a moment, but Danny soon began to squirm away.
“I’m a mess,” he complained, but he reached down to run his fingers through his lover’s silver hair. “Man, Sid, look at me.”
Sid chuckled and straightened. Danny hadn’t even realized the older man had taken off his glasses, as well, but they were on the table, next to his own.
“You enjoyed it,” he said and smoothed his hand over Danny’s knee.
Danny grimaced. “I’m not going to do that again,” he promised half-heartedly as he slowly sat up. “Go to work like this.”
Sid chuckled and stood. “Fine,” he said. “Next time, I’ll add a plug.”
~End.