Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Connor (with a smidgen of A/B/C)
Story: Penis Envy
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Not for the anteater-phobic.
Author's Note: Silly, schmoopy fluff. Set the morning before 4x06.
Summary: Poor, deprived Becker finds himself envying Connor’s natural anatomy. Connor finds a way to help him feel better about it.
Penis Envy
“Oh god! Oh god! Oh—“ Connor’s delirious babble cut off in a loud, high-pitched cry. His fingers twisted in Becker’s hair, and his hips jerked up sharply of their own accord. His cock swelled and surged and then, finally, he shot a flood of hot, thick come down Becker’s throat.
Becker purred happily, sucking hard and swirling his tongue under Connor’s foreskin to get every drop. Finally, he let go of his prize with a wet pop, and moved back up the bed, gently stroking Connor’s flat belly and leaning over for a deep, messy kiss. “You make the most amazing noises, you know that?” He murmured into Connor’s mouth.
“You’re not half bad yourself, love.” Connor giggled breathlessly. “And if you give me a tick, I’ll see which ones I can get out of you.” He reached down to give a weak, but much-appreciated stroke to Becker’s twitching cock.
“Take your time. I can wait,” Becker said softly. He was still only just waking up, and his body was warm and relaxed—a rather different state from Connor’s usual demanding morning erections. “If you’re spent, I could just wait for Abby to get back from her run and see if she’s up for something.”
Connor shrugged, smiling drunkenly. “Oh, you know me. I’ll be ready for another go in no time.”
“True,” Becker said, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair, which in its post-sleep condition was even messier than usual. For a few minutes, they just lay on their sides, kissing and cuddling quietly, and Becker watched Connor’s body return to baseline, gently stroking fingertips along the length of his cock as it shrank, knowing it would be back upright again before long. In truth, he sort of envied Connor’s hair trigger, and ability to come back so quickly. His own effortless endurance, while appreciated by both of his lovers, made him wonder sometimes if there was something he was missing.
But actually, there was, he realised. As the softening head of Connor’s cock disappeared back inside its thin cloak of skin, Becker wondered what that must feel like. He was certainly familiar with that natural state from outside contact with others—and not just Connor—but having been subject to his family’s tradition, he didn’t exactly know from personal experience.
“Something wrong?” Connor noticed his stare.
Becker shook his head. “Nope. Just… “ he waved a hand aimlessly, not sure what to say. Finally, he chuckled a little. “I just like your cock, that’s all.”
“Ah, thanks?” Connor flushed and laughed. “I like yours, too.” He reached out for another firm stroke of the organ in question.
Becker squirmed happily under the touch. “Well, I’m glad.” He kissed Connor’s collarbone. “You don’t find it odd though, do you?”
Connor tilted his head. “Odd? Why would I?”
“Well, because it’s different.”
“Oh! That.” Connor ran his fingertips over the exposed head, eliciting another delighted wriggle. “No. Though it’s not like I’ve had much experience with anyone’s but mine, really.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Have other people had a problem with it?” Connor looked concerned.
“Yes and no.” Becker shrugged. “Some of the girls I dated found it a bit curious. And some of the lads at school took the piss, but none of the ones I was involved with, at least. Mostly just got asked if I was Jewish. I think there were…” he trailed off, thinking, “…maybe a half dozen of us at my school? That I knew of. Didn’t see everyone in the showers, of course. Two were Jewish, one had medical reasons and then there were the three of us others, and we all had the same story.”
“Which was?”
Becker shrugged. “A tradition thing. We were all from sort of posh families which apparently had got the idea at some point that leaving things alone was for commoners or something. Not sure, really. Never asked my parents about it. Not really a subject we’d have talked about.”
“Ah, I see.” Connor gazed down, stroking as he hummed thoughtfully. “Does it bother you? I certainly like it regardless, but…”
Becker’s concentration began to fade a little under the attention. “Not usually. I mean, it works perfectly fine after all, and I’ve not had any size complaints.” He winked.
“Uh, no, I imagine not!” Connor chuckled, wrapping his slender fingers around the thick shaft.
“But yeah, I do kind of wonder sometimes what I’m missing. I can guess, but I don’t really know.”
“Hm…” Connor pursed his lips, thinking. “Well, it’s sort of like being inside someone, but not quite. It’s closer, and the skin itself is sensitive, too, of course. And when everything is all nice and wet and the friction gets going… well…” he shivered a little with recent memory.
Becker shivered, too, imagining the sensation. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” He sighed in frustration.
“Wish you could feel it, really,” Connor said sympathetically.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Although…” Connor’s face erupted into the giddy expression he got when he had a clever idea. “So, this isn’t exactly the same thing, but maybe it’ll feel sort of similar?”
Becker frowned in confusion. “What?”
“Me,” Connor said proudly. “You can borrow mine.”
“Come again?”
“I hope to. But that’s beside the point.” Connor giggled like a naughty schoolboy. “C’mere.” Taking Becker’s arm, he pulled him close, and shifted his hips, getting close enough for their cocks to touch. Connor’s was still quite soft, though it surged a little with a new rush of excitement.
“Now, I’ll just…” Reaching down to his own cock, Connor gently rolled back the skin. Then he took Becker’s cock in his other hand, and brought them together, head to head.
With a rush of desire and delight, Becker understood what Connor was doing. As Connor stretched the thin, flexible skin over both of them, Becker gasped sharply, fighting the urge to buck at the sensation. “That’s… Oh, wow,” he breathed.
“Like that?” Connor shuddered involuntarily, still oversensitive in his current state, but obviously liking the results of his experiment.
“Hell, yes.” Becker sighed happily as Connor began rubbing his still-wet foreskin back and forth across Becker’s swollen head, the light, pliable flesh clinging and dragging in a strange but amazing way. The all-over slick friction was intense, making it feel as though every nerve in his body was concentrated in just that one, small area.
He knew that the real thing was still somewhat different, and that of course a lifetime of being exposed had probably dropped his sensitivity somewhat, but the feeling still rocked Becker with fast, fluttery thrills. As the rapid flick of Connor’s wrist quickly began to build him up, he leaned in, seeking frantic, hungry kisses. Still reining in his hips, not wanting to dislodge things or hurt Connor, he nonetheless couldn’t help pushing a bit as the tension grew, his mind reeling at the concept of fucking Connor’s soft, slippery cock.
Connor himself was soon breathing fast again, sucking hard on Becker’s lips and tongue in his growing excitement. Things started getting a little crowded as his fresh erection grew, nudging back against Becker’s shallow thrusts. The growing tightness of the stretched skin added to the friction, and then suddenly, almost without warning, the wave hit.
Concentrated in the now-hypersensitive head and radiating through Becker’s whole body, the light, fast reverb seemed to echo in his bones. Trembling with the effort, he gasped deliriously, shocked at how good his rush of hot wetness felt closed up so tightly around him in that warm, silky glove.
By the time the last surges had faded, Connor was fully hard again, and the pressure forced them to break free. Connor didn’t seem to mind, however, laying back and murmuring happily as he stroked Becker’s come over his now-heavy cock.
Becker nestled into the pillows, heaving deep breaths to steady himself as he came down, and marveling at his luck in finding such a creative lover.
Two of them, in fact.
“Well, now that’s certainly interesting.” An amused giggle echoed from the doorway.
They looked up. Abby stood there, sweaty and flushed from far more than her run.
Connor chuckled, and his cheeks went pink. “Oh. Hi?”
“Hi yourself,” she said slyly, flopping down on the bed and wriggling in between them. “What on Earth did I miss here? And should I complain that you didn’t wait for me?”
“Ah, sorry, love. We just…” Becker kissed the top of her warm, damp head.
“S’OK. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me someday.”
“Uh, someday could be now if you like.” Connor waggled his eyebrows suggestively and naughtily aimed his cock at her.
“Oh, really?” She teased, reaching over to tweak a nipple. "You saying I should get naked?"
“Ah!" He twitched, and returned the favor, much to her obvious delight. "Yes, really. And yes, you should get naked.” Taking her arms, he deftly flipped her, getting between her legs and nudging his cock against her crotch. “I’m definitely ready for another go.”
Becker smiled, laying back and watching in amusement as his lovers teased each other. Then he realised, with a sudden jolt of happy surprise: A few more minutes of this, and he’d be ready for another go, too.
--End--
Characters: Becker/Connor (with a smidgen of A/B/C)
Story: Penis Envy
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Not for the anteater-phobic.
Author's Note: Silly, schmoopy fluff. Set the morning before 4x06.
Summary: Poor, deprived Becker finds himself envying Connor’s natural anatomy. Connor finds a way to help him feel better about it.
Penis Envy
“Oh god! Oh god! Oh—“ Connor’s delirious babble cut off in a loud, high-pitched cry. His fingers twisted in Becker’s hair, and his hips jerked up sharply of their own accord. His cock swelled and surged and then, finally, he shot a flood of hot, thick come down Becker’s throat.
Becker purred happily, sucking hard and swirling his tongue under Connor’s foreskin to get every drop. Finally, he let go of his prize with a wet pop, and moved back up the bed, gently stroking Connor’s flat belly and leaning over for a deep, messy kiss. “You make the most amazing noises, you know that?” He murmured into Connor’s mouth.
“You’re not half bad yourself, love.” Connor giggled breathlessly. “And if you give me a tick, I’ll see which ones I can get out of you.” He reached down to give a weak, but much-appreciated stroke to Becker’s twitching cock.
“Take your time. I can wait,” Becker said softly. He was still only just waking up, and his body was warm and relaxed—a rather different state from Connor’s usual demanding morning erections. “If you’re spent, I could just wait for Abby to get back from her run and see if she’s up for something.”
Connor shrugged, smiling drunkenly. “Oh, you know me. I’ll be ready for another go in no time.”
“True,” Becker said, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair, which in its post-sleep condition was even messier than usual. For a few minutes, they just lay on their sides, kissing and cuddling quietly, and Becker watched Connor’s body return to baseline, gently stroking fingertips along the length of his cock as it shrank, knowing it would be back upright again before long. In truth, he sort of envied Connor’s hair trigger, and ability to come back so quickly. His own effortless endurance, while appreciated by both of his lovers, made him wonder sometimes if there was something he was missing.
But actually, there was, he realised. As the softening head of Connor’s cock disappeared back inside its thin cloak of skin, Becker wondered what that must feel like. He was certainly familiar with that natural state from outside contact with others—and not just Connor—but having been subject to his family’s tradition, he didn’t exactly know from personal experience.
“Something wrong?” Connor noticed his stare.
Becker shook his head. “Nope. Just… “ he waved a hand aimlessly, not sure what to say. Finally, he chuckled a little. “I just like your cock, that’s all.”
“Ah, thanks?” Connor flushed and laughed. “I like yours, too.” He reached out for another firm stroke of the organ in question.
Becker squirmed happily under the touch. “Well, I’m glad.” He kissed Connor’s collarbone. “You don’t find it odd though, do you?”
Connor tilted his head. “Odd? Why would I?”
“Well, because it’s different.”
“Oh! That.” Connor ran his fingertips over the exposed head, eliciting another delighted wriggle. “No. Though it’s not like I’ve had much experience with anyone’s but mine, really.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Have other people had a problem with it?” Connor looked concerned.
“Yes and no.” Becker shrugged. “Some of the girls I dated found it a bit curious. And some of the lads at school took the piss, but none of the ones I was involved with, at least. Mostly just got asked if I was Jewish. I think there were…” he trailed off, thinking, “…maybe a half dozen of us at my school? That I knew of. Didn’t see everyone in the showers, of course. Two were Jewish, one had medical reasons and then there were the three of us others, and we all had the same story.”
“Which was?”
Becker shrugged. “A tradition thing. We were all from sort of posh families which apparently had got the idea at some point that leaving things alone was for commoners or something. Not sure, really. Never asked my parents about it. Not really a subject we’d have talked about.”
“Ah, I see.” Connor gazed down, stroking as he hummed thoughtfully. “Does it bother you? I certainly like it regardless, but…”
Becker’s concentration began to fade a little under the attention. “Not usually. I mean, it works perfectly fine after all, and I’ve not had any size complaints.” He winked.
“Uh, no, I imagine not!” Connor chuckled, wrapping his slender fingers around the thick shaft.
“But yeah, I do kind of wonder sometimes what I’m missing. I can guess, but I don’t really know.”
“Hm…” Connor pursed his lips, thinking. “Well, it’s sort of like being inside someone, but not quite. It’s closer, and the skin itself is sensitive, too, of course. And when everything is all nice and wet and the friction gets going… well…” he shivered a little with recent memory.
Becker shivered, too, imagining the sensation. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” He sighed in frustration.
“Wish you could feel it, really,” Connor said sympathetically.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Although…” Connor’s face erupted into the giddy expression he got when he had a clever idea. “So, this isn’t exactly the same thing, but maybe it’ll feel sort of similar?”
Becker frowned in confusion. “What?”
“Me,” Connor said proudly. “You can borrow mine.”
“Come again?”
“I hope to. But that’s beside the point.” Connor giggled like a naughty schoolboy. “C’mere.” Taking Becker’s arm, he pulled him close, and shifted his hips, getting close enough for their cocks to touch. Connor’s was still quite soft, though it surged a little with a new rush of excitement.
“Now, I’ll just…” Reaching down to his own cock, Connor gently rolled back the skin. Then he took Becker’s cock in his other hand, and brought them together, head to head.
With a rush of desire and delight, Becker understood what Connor was doing. As Connor stretched the thin, flexible skin over both of them, Becker gasped sharply, fighting the urge to buck at the sensation. “That’s… Oh, wow,” he breathed.
“Like that?” Connor shuddered involuntarily, still oversensitive in his current state, but obviously liking the results of his experiment.
“Hell, yes.” Becker sighed happily as Connor began rubbing his still-wet foreskin back and forth across Becker’s swollen head, the light, pliable flesh clinging and dragging in a strange but amazing way. The all-over slick friction was intense, making it feel as though every nerve in his body was concentrated in just that one, small area.
He knew that the real thing was still somewhat different, and that of course a lifetime of being exposed had probably dropped his sensitivity somewhat, but the feeling still rocked Becker with fast, fluttery thrills. As the rapid flick of Connor’s wrist quickly began to build him up, he leaned in, seeking frantic, hungry kisses. Still reining in his hips, not wanting to dislodge things or hurt Connor, he nonetheless couldn’t help pushing a bit as the tension grew, his mind reeling at the concept of fucking Connor’s soft, slippery cock.
Connor himself was soon breathing fast again, sucking hard on Becker’s lips and tongue in his growing excitement. Things started getting a little crowded as his fresh erection grew, nudging back against Becker’s shallow thrusts. The growing tightness of the stretched skin added to the friction, and then suddenly, almost without warning, the wave hit.
Concentrated in the now-hypersensitive head and radiating through Becker’s whole body, the light, fast reverb seemed to echo in his bones. Trembling with the effort, he gasped deliriously, shocked at how good his rush of hot wetness felt closed up so tightly around him in that warm, silky glove.
By the time the last surges had faded, Connor was fully hard again, and the pressure forced them to break free. Connor didn’t seem to mind, however, laying back and murmuring happily as he stroked Becker’s come over his now-heavy cock.
Becker nestled into the pillows, heaving deep breaths to steady himself as he came down, and marveling at his luck in finding such a creative lover.
Two of them, in fact.
“Well, now that’s certainly interesting.” An amused giggle echoed from the doorway.
They looked up. Abby stood there, sweaty and flushed from far more than her run.
Connor chuckled, and his cheeks went pink. “Oh. Hi?”
“Hi yourself,” she said slyly, flopping down on the bed and wriggling in between them. “What on Earth did I miss here? And should I complain that you didn’t wait for me?”
“Ah, sorry, love. We just…” Becker kissed the top of her warm, damp head.
“S’OK. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me someday.”
“Uh, someday could be now if you like.” Connor waggled his eyebrows suggestively and naughtily aimed his cock at her.
“Oh, really?” She teased, reaching over to tweak a nipple. "You saying I should get naked?"
“Ah!" He twitched, and returned the favor, much to her obvious delight. "Yes, really. And yes, you should get naked.” Taking her arms, he deftly flipped her, getting between her legs and nudging his cock against her crotch. “I’m definitely ready for another go.”
Becker smiled, laying back and watching in amusement as his lovers teased each other. Then he realised, with a sudden jolt of happy surprise: A few more minutes of this, and he’d be ready for another go, too.
--End--
