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kathierif_ficTitle: Prayer
Fandom: CSINY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Something about this reminds him of a church, without wanting to be disrespectful.
A/N: kink_bingo fic, prompt “worship”. 761 words.
There is something about this that reminds Sheldon Hawkes of old, awe-inspiring and distinguished looking churches, without wanting to be disrespectful toward the churches of the world. Something about his current position and the way his knees have turned numb on the hard floor, and something about the way he doesn’t care about it at all or the way his jaw aches numbly reminds him of documentaries about holy men who remain in one position, praying and worshipping their god for a long time.
Not that he wants to compare himself to these men. He has his faults, many of them, too many to count, and he is well-aware of that fact.
And yet, there is something to this position that allows his thoughts to drift and his mind to relax. He only has one thing to focus on, unlike his hectic and demanding job days, where he usually has to keep track of multiple things: multiple cases, multiple pieces of delicate evidence, multiple tests and experiences.
It’s almost like meditation, he assumes. He’s never tried it, and he suspects that people teaching meditation would be very offended if he compared their techniques to giving a blowjob, just like he thinks the church would be about his earlier comparisons, and yet, there is something to taking his time and paying attention to every detail of the dick currently pressed deliciously, wet, hard along his tongue, something that he cannot explain otherwise than comparing it to a religious experience.
It’s not as if he doesn’t take his time when they have sex. He usually does, no matter how much Don is sometimes teasing him about it. He’s a trained doctor, he knows what kind of damage he can cause when he isn’t careful, and even if he rarely says it with words, he loves Don Flack, with his blue eyes and his smile and his horrible sense of humor.
He usually trusts Don when he says he can take it, just as Don trusts him when Sheldon manages to point out a breathless No, you can’t. They are working well together, giving and taking and trusting each other where it counts, and, Sheldon thinks as he slides back and follows every ridge and detail of Don’s hard and flushed cock with his tongue, tracing veins and random patterns with his slick, hot touch, this, right here, might be a huge part why.
They bicker and tease and fight like cats and dogs, like cop and scientist, but underneath that, there is another layer, and it’s more personal and tender.
On that other, deeper and more delicate level, Sheldon can admit freely that he loves Don, loves every aspect of his body, even the scars, and can happily spend hours on his knees sucking his dick to show Don just how much he loves him. He could just as well spend the time licking his elbow, and if he thought it would turn Don on more than a blowjob, he would do it.
He wants to show Don how much he loves him, how much he loves doing this, and how much it turns him on when Don’s breath hitches on a low moan muffled by his own knuckles shoved into his mouth, between his teeth.
As much as he enjoys fucking Don, pushing deep into him and feeling Don’s body accept him in and relax trustingly against Sheldon, this right here is and will always be a favorite that overwhelms him with feelings, emotions, and sensations so intense he is left reeling.
His own arousal is almost forgotten, pushed to the back of his mind and awareness as he takes Don deeper into his mouth again and swallows around him. Don makes a soft, vulnerable sound that is quickly muffled against his own hand as he bites down on his knuckles.
He is getting close now, his hips jerking before he can get them back under his control. Sheldon can feel it because the muscles under his hands, splayed over Don’s strong thighs, twitch and tremble slightly.
He makes an encouraging sound deep in his throat that causes another set of twitches and moans and then, Don’s hand settles against the back of his skull, gentle and careful, and Sheldon swallows when Don comes, swallows while Don’s lanky body curls around him as if he wants to protect Sheldon from harm, and that, Sheldon thinks as he slowly pulls back and finally reaches for his own hard cock, is how worshippers in a church have to feel, save and loved and loving.
~end.
Fandom: CSINY
Pairing: Sheldon Hawkes/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Something about this reminds him of a church, without wanting to be disrespectful.
A/N: kink_bingo fic, prompt “worship”. 761 words.
There is something about this that reminds Sheldon Hawkes of old, awe-inspiring and distinguished looking churches, without wanting to be disrespectful toward the churches of the world. Something about his current position and the way his knees have turned numb on the hard floor, and something about the way he doesn’t care about it at all or the way his jaw aches numbly reminds him of documentaries about holy men who remain in one position, praying and worshipping their god for a long time.
Not that he wants to compare himself to these men. He has his faults, many of them, too many to count, and he is well-aware of that fact.
And yet, there is something to this position that allows his thoughts to drift and his mind to relax. He only has one thing to focus on, unlike his hectic and demanding job days, where he usually has to keep track of multiple things: multiple cases, multiple pieces of delicate evidence, multiple tests and experiences.
It’s almost like meditation, he assumes. He’s never tried it, and he suspects that people teaching meditation would be very offended if he compared their techniques to giving a blowjob, just like he thinks the church would be about his earlier comparisons, and yet, there is something to taking his time and paying attention to every detail of the dick currently pressed deliciously, wet, hard along his tongue, something that he cannot explain otherwise than comparing it to a religious experience.
It’s not as if he doesn’t take his time when they have sex. He usually does, no matter how much Don is sometimes teasing him about it. He’s a trained doctor, he knows what kind of damage he can cause when he isn’t careful, and even if he rarely says it with words, he loves Don Flack, with his blue eyes and his smile and his horrible sense of humor.
He usually trusts Don when he says he can take it, just as Don trusts him when Sheldon manages to point out a breathless No, you can’t. They are working well together, giving and taking and trusting each other where it counts, and, Sheldon thinks as he slides back and follows every ridge and detail of Don’s hard and flushed cock with his tongue, tracing veins and random patterns with his slick, hot touch, this, right here, might be a huge part why.
They bicker and tease and fight like cats and dogs, like cop and scientist, but underneath that, there is another layer, and it’s more personal and tender.
On that other, deeper and more delicate level, Sheldon can admit freely that he loves Don, loves every aspect of his body, even the scars, and can happily spend hours on his knees sucking his dick to show Don just how much he loves him. He could just as well spend the time licking his elbow, and if he thought it would turn Don on more than a blowjob, he would do it.
He wants to show Don how much he loves him, how much he loves doing this, and how much it turns him on when Don’s breath hitches on a low moan muffled by his own knuckles shoved into his mouth, between his teeth.
As much as he enjoys fucking Don, pushing deep into him and feeling Don’s body accept him in and relax trustingly against Sheldon, this right here is and will always be a favorite that overwhelms him with feelings, emotions, and sensations so intense he is left reeling.
His own arousal is almost forgotten, pushed to the back of his mind and awareness as he takes Don deeper into his mouth again and swallows around him. Don makes a soft, vulnerable sound that is quickly muffled against his own hand as he bites down on his knuckles.
He is getting close now, his hips jerking before he can get them back under his control. Sheldon can feel it because the muscles under his hands, splayed over Don’s strong thighs, twitch and tremble slightly.
He makes an encouraging sound deep in his throat that causes another set of twitches and moans and then, Don’s hand settles against the back of his skull, gentle and careful, and Sheldon swallows when Don comes, swallows while Don’s lanky body curls around him as if he wants to protect Sheldon from harm, and that, Sheldon thinks as he slowly pulls back and finally reaches for his own hard cock, is how worshippers in a church have to feel, save and loved and loving.
~end.