[fic] domestic

[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

Title: Domestic
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Lucci x Paulie
Topic: Lemon

“Pervert,” Paulie manages, “Pervert, bastard, motherfucker-”

 

“Your vocabulary remains as uncreative as ever.” There’s just the slightest roughness to Lucci’s tone, however, and it makes him growl and push ineffectively back against the fingers holding him tightly in place, to squirm and instinctively attempt to take Lucci deeper. 

 

His jeans feel stiff at his knees, and his cock doesn’t seem to remember coming only hours ago; the sharp scent of arousal mingles with the bottled, chemical lemon of the dishwashing fluid.  Paulie’s hands are frozen on a bowl in the soapy suds and a worn sponge that would never be the same, kitchen oil is fucking wrong as lube and ohshit he hopes Lucci would do that again-

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” his litany cuts into a yelp of surprise – the long fingers on his bared hips, under his shirt, just curled longer, clawing pinpricks of pain low on his belly (and fuck if that didn’t just make him moan).  A dusting of fur spoons against the back of his thighs and now Paulie wishes he wasn’t wearing his shirt and the fucking apron on top of it.  Teeth too large to be gentle work against the tender flesh of his neck and Lucci begins to rock against him, purring deep and rumbling against his shoulder. 

 

“Why… ahh…” Paulie isn’t sure what brought this on: nowadays Lucci just drops in occasionally, once a month or longer in between, fucks, stays for breakfast, leaves, and as far as Paulie’s concerned (yes, damnit) it’s already been one time too many since the first.  Cats are creatures of habit, and Lucci doesn’t-

 

“Hn.” A furred hand picks at the hem of his apron.  Paulie opens his mouth, pissed now, but Lucci moves, and the bowl shatters in the sink. 

 

He’ll burn the apron later.

Comments

[maldoror-gw.livejournal.com]

I just had to stop in my mad rush to say...this was crazy and amusing and hot and seriously twisted and it had Paulie in an apron. You win three internets. Here ya go.

[silv_magiccraft]

I love this. I love the image of Paulie in an apron, and I love your Lucci. Made of win!

I really suck at commenting. Really, I do. I can never think of anything intelligent sounding to say! *face-desk*

I think I friended you a while back and didn't comment. I hope it's okay that I friended you!

-Silv

[manic-intent.livejournal.com]

ahaha it's ok, I can never think of anything to say in comments either. XD;; Sure, friend all you like! :) Thanks for reading.

[danyellaskyler.livejournal.com]

I loved it. Poor, poor confused Paulie.

Lucci's probably just messing with him. Or just finds the sight of Paulie in an apron incredibly hot.