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Jumped	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1657 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own SVU or it's characters, as much as I wish otherwise nor am I making money from this story.

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Elliot and George sat on the bed for several minutes, letting their bodies recuperate before exerting them again. Soon after, Elliot pushed George down and crawled on top of him. Their bodies weren't quite ready for more sex yet, but they enjoyed the sensations of slowly-growing arousal.
George noticed that Elliot seemed not just aroused, but fascinated, by his body; he seemed to constantly note how George's body was different from a woman's. George suspected that Elliot had rarely, if ever, had any contact with men, so he knew the comparison was to be expected.
"You've never been with a man before this, have you?" George asked, shivering as Elliot stroked his flat, firm stomach. George was by no means muscular, but despite his compact build, he wasn't scrawny.
"No, I haven't," Elliot affirmed. He moved a hand downwards, to massage the inner contours of George's hip. "I never even saw a guy naked, before you."
"Do you like seeing me naked?" George asked. He didn't need to be reassured, but he wanted to hear Elliot say the words aloud.
Elliot leaned forward, whispering in George's ear. "I wasn't doing a lot of looking then," Elliot breathed, his breath warm and damp, "I was too busy touching you." He accented his point by sliding his hands down and cupping George's ass, massaging it. "But now I am looking… and I like what I see," Elliot said. He shifted, settling himself more comfortably between George's legs. He allowed his hands to drift, until they were barely a centimeter from George's growing erection.
He watched George's face as he spoke, grinning at the eager expression, before he gripped George's cock and slowly stroked it to hardness. As he did so, George's nipples hardened, and his eyes drifted half-closed, a delighted smile appearing on his face as he began to thrust into Elliot's grip. Then he parted his lips, allowing a sweet moan to escape them. That was what turned on Elliot on the most; the soft moans were musical to him, a sound he wanted to hear for hours on end.
But even more than moans… Elliot wanted, he needed, louder and more desperate sounds to fall from George's lips. He wanted George to cry out again, and writhe against him; hearing the man's pleas for release had been the most arousing sound in the world. He grew harder as he thought about it, and he quickly made a decision. He increased the speed and roughness of his strokes, and George cried out as he arched off the bed, pushing into him.
"Oh, Elliot, please," George gasped. He rolled his hips, trying to get as much stimulation from the tight, warm grip of Elliot's hand as he could.
Elliot smirked and let George go, earning a disappointed groan. He stood up and walked towards the bedroom closet.
"Where're you going?" George panted.
"Just looking for something," Elliot said vaguely. George immediately understood what he meant, and he gave a smirk of his own, deciding not to help Elliot search.
It didn't take Elliot too long to find it, though, and he came back to the bed with a box. He grinned and pulled out some restraints, a rope whip, a collar, and a cock ring. Elliot smirked as he told George, "I didn't think you were the submissive type."
George gave a smirk of his own and said, "I'm not. I usually top."
"Well, you don't with me," Elliot growled. He began to bite George's neck, leaving a series of angry red marks. "From now on, you're mine. I'm your master," He murmured.
He pushed George flat on his back and bit him one more time, drawing a groan of pain and pleasure. Then he attached the collar, hardening even more at the sight, and began to tie George up. Finally, he secured the ring on George's cock and picked up the rope whip.
George wiggled in anticipation, and Elliot closed his eyes for a moment as arousal sent sparks of pleasure through his cock. He leaned forward and whispered in George's ear, "You look nice like that... But you'll look even better after this."
Elliot had never had anything but vanilla sex with Kathy, but this felt incredible and just so right. He reached his arm back and hit George, not lightly but not too hard either- he knew that with his strength, he could hurt George without meaning to.
The thought of hurting George reminded him of something he'd forgotten. "Hold on, George," Elliot said, shifting slightly. "We need a safeword."
"Red, green, yellow is what I always used," George supplied.
"That works," Elliot said, nodding. He grinned and whipped George again, relishing the groan the motion elicited.
He felt his cock begging for attention, but he ignored it. He wanted to wait until both of them were absolutely throbbing. He hit George again and again, varying the strength and speed of the blows.
When George's skin turned red and irritated, Elliot stopped, and he set the rope aside. He climbed on top of George, weight covering him deliciously. Elliot kissed him fiercely, bruising their lips.
Elliot reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. He coated his fingers and slowly, teasingly, pressed one to George's entrance. He rubbed teasingly, causing George to get more worked up by the second. "Elliot, god, please!" George gasped, trying to push back against him. The bounds stopped him, however, and he stayed in place, groaning pleadingly.
"I told you," Elliot said, rubbing a little rougher, "That I'm your master. And that's what you'll call me."
George gasped, clearly surprised that Eliot was dominating him so thoroughly, so soon. Elliot was surprised, too, but he was enjoying it more than he thought possible, and George's reaction made everything even more intense.
"You," Elliot murmured, "You belong to me." He pushed his second finger in and began to move them, searching for George's prostate. He knew he'd found it when George gasped loudly and moaned, eyes closing as Elliot finger-fucked him harder and faster. Elliot grinned and changed the rhythm again, alternating between hard and fast, and slow and light.
Knowing that the cock ring would stop George from going over the edge before Elliot wanted him to, Elliot used his other hand to stroke George's dick, occasionally stopping to cup his balls. Goosebumps broke out over George's skin and he inhaled sharply, trying to thrust into Elliot's grip.
"You aren't going to come for a long time, baby," Elliot growled against George's lips. He bit George's lower lip, sucking it lightly.
"Elliot, please!" George gasped.
"What did I tell you?" Elliot chastised, tugging on George's collar for emphasis.
"Master," George moaned.
Smirking, Elliot pulled his fingers out and shifted, spreading George's ass and pressing against his entrance. He only waited a second before pushing in and thrusting roughly.
He didn't bother trying to control himself; he pounded into the tight hole hard and fast enough to make spots appear in his vision. He let his moans fall freely, mingling with George's, and he lost himself in the waves of overwhelming pleasure.
In no time at all, his cock began to twitch and his balls tightened, and he sped up his thrusts, burying himself as deep in George as he could get. His release hit him hard, making his entire body convulse as he came. "George," Elliot groaned, closing his eyes.
"El- Master, please!" George cried. "I want, I need to come!"
Elliot smirked, not even bothering to pull out, knowing that even when he was soft, the sensation of his cock in George's ass would drive the smaller man crazy. "I told you," He growled, "That I wasn't going to let you come for a long time..."
George rocked his hips, trying to get some stimulation from Elliot's flaccid cock, and finally, Elliot's resolve wore down. He wanted to see George come, wanted to see his face as he was tipped over the edge.
Elliot pulled out and turned his attention to George's throbbing erection, stroking with both hands to rile him up. "You want to come, don't you?" Elliot purred.
"God, yes, please!" George cried breathlessly.
Elliot looked at George's flushed face and leaned forward, biting at George's chin. He placed a trail of nips and kisses back to George's ear and took the lobe into his mouth, sucking on it.
Then, finally, he took the ring off George's cock and with only a few jerking strokes, brought him to a climax, causing George to cry out in pleasure as spurt after spurt of warm fluid escaped him. Elliot refused to slow down, continuing to jerk George off until he was soft.
Elliot grinned and murmured, "Next time, I'm not going to break down so easily."
"Sure you won't," George snorted.
"Watch it," Elliot warned, "Or I may have to punish you..."
"And what would that entail?" George asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"You'll have to wait and see," Elliot said simply, licking his lips.
He had wanted to do this for so long, and now they had a whole day to to do anything they wanted- he felt like a child in a candy store. He couldn't decide what he wanted to try first; he wanted to do everything. He wanted to tease George until he was about to explode, he wanted to make George come again and again and feel him writhe underneath him, he wanted to whip him and tie him up, he wanted to fuck George's ass and mouth and hands...
He knew he would get the chance to satisfy his all his cravings, though, by the time their day was up.
After all, Elliot thought with a snort, he hadn't taken the restraints off of George yet. George wasn't going anywhere.
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