FIC: Slaphappy
Feb. 3rd, 2013 07:20 pmTitle: Slaphappy
Author: Gaby
Pairing: Peter/Neal (also mentions canon Peter/El)
Characters: Peter, Neal
Warning: a couple of slaps to the face that might be considered as non-con/assault since they weren't prearranged and/or discussed beforehand
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Genre: kink, angst, hurt/comfort
Author's Notes: This is a late birthday present for
dmk0064 and fills her way old prompt "While in the midst of coitus - Peter likes to hit Neal - not on the ass - Neal doesn't like it. How do they get to a good place for both of them?" as part of my Unwritten Stories Meme. It's based on the "Rough Body Play" square of my kink bingo card. I did tweak the original prompt a wee bit, but I'm hoping it's still filling the main part of the prompt.
Also? For some reason, the boys turned into talking heads. *hands* There's not a whole lot of kinky action to be found here, though at least a lot of dirty talk.
Word Count: 2,374
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Summary: "You hit me, Peter. I know you didn't do it on purpose," Neal said, still in his eerily calm voice. "You don't even really remember. You did it in the heat of the moment, in the throes of passion, because you were overcome by primal urges to mark me." He cocked his head. "Sums it up, just about?"
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Author: Gaby
Pairing: Peter/Neal (also mentions canon Peter/El)
Characters: Peter, Neal
Warning: a couple of slaps to the face that might be considered as non-con/assault since they weren't prearranged and/or discussed beforehand
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Genre: kink, angst, hurt/comfort
Author's Notes: This is a late birthday present for
Also? For some reason, the boys turned into talking heads. *hands* There's not a whole lot of kinky action to be found here, though at least a lot of dirty talk.
Word Count: 2,374
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Summary: "You hit me, Peter. I know you didn't do it on purpose," Neal said, still in his eerily calm voice. "You don't even really remember. You did it in the heat of the moment, in the throes of passion, because you were overcome by primal urges to mark me." He cocked his head. "Sums it up, just about?"
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