AUTHOR: TimberWolf
FANDOM: Road To El Dorado
PAIRING: Miguel/Tulio
RATING: NC17, explicit sexual situations
STATUS: New, complete.
ARCHIVE: Sure =)
FEEDBACK: yes please, on or off list... timberwolfcanada@h...
DISCLAIMERS: the usual ... they belong to DreamWorks, not me (mores
the pity
SUMMARY: just a little PWP
WARNINGS: the least little bit of bondage involved here
by TimberWolf
"Okay," Tulio panted, gasping for breath as he whispered, "new
plan ...." He tugged uselessly at the ropes binding his wrists
together tightly behind his back. "First, you untie me, and then we
get out of this God forsaken town before we both end up getting our
necks stretched ... or worse." He turned away, extending his bound
wrists toward his partner.
When nothing happened, he shot a quick glance over his
shoulder. "Miguel?"
Miguel stood behind Tulio, panting, the excitement of the chase still
boiling through his blood. He looked at his tall partner. Wisps of
wavy black hair were escaping from the neat tie at the back of
Tulio's neck. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he sucked air into
his lungs, his back arched as the firm binding on his wrists pulled
his shoulders back. Small splashes of gooey black tar stubbornly
held on to a few scattered goose feathers despite the race they'd
just run. A pair of large blue eyes fixed a squinting scowl in
Miguel's direction as his partner repeated, "Miguel?"
A sly, feral grin tugged at the corners of Miguel's lips as he lifted
his gaze to meet Tulio's. "Good plan," he murmured, "but there's no
rush, is there? We should probably wait here a while. Give that
angry mob some time to give up and go home." Before Tulio could
reply, Miguel pushed him off balance, knocking him to his back in the
soft hay.
Landing with a grunt, back arched over his bound hands, Tulio grinned
back at his blond partner. "Miguel ..." he growled. The growl
turned into a deep, rumbling groan as Miguel pushed aside Tulio's
vest and lifted his shirt to press a string of teasing nibbles along
Tulio's taut, quivering belly.
"Madre de Dios!" Tulio whispered, pressing himself up against
Miguel's lips. He tugged helplessly at his bonds, arching against
the blond.
Miguel chuckled at Tulio's panting exclamation and desperate
writhing. He revelled in his partner's shuddering moan as he
unbuckled Tulio's belt, and unlaced his trousers, tugging them down
to the thief's knees.
"Miguel, please," Tulio whispered, blue eyes meeting green in a
desperate plea.
Straddling his captive partner's hips, Miguel settled on Tulio's
thighs, effectively preventing any escape attempt. Letting his gaze
drift slowly up the slender body beneath his own, Miguel made no
attempt to disguise the predatory gleam shining in his heavy-lidded
eyes.
Leaning down, Miguel planted his palms on either side of Tulio's
shoulders. Brushing his lips softly up his partner's neck, he
breathed hotly into the thief's ear, "What is it you want Tulio?"
Eyes drifting closed, Tulio cleared his throat sharply, "U-untie me."
Trailing teasing, nibbling kisses along Tulio's pointed jaw line,
Miguel let his fingers brush across a taut nipple before sliding down
Tulio's quivering belly to tickle at his navel. "Are you sure that's
what you want?"
Tulio's eyes drifted closed as he shuddered under his partner's sure
fingers. "No ..." he whispered, "please ..."
Miguel leaned forward once more, resting his full length against his
taller partner's; pressing his own heated erection against Tulio's
matching length. "No, don't do this," he grinned, "or no, you're not
sure what you want?" The grin grew. "Because, Tulio," the blond
murmured, running his fingers lightly over his partner's rough,
whiskered jaw, turning Tulio's face around to meet his own intense
green stare, "I am *very* sure."
"Miguel, please," Tulio moaned softly.
The blond simply arched a brow, waiting.
Tulio opened his eyes, pleading blue locked onto Miguel's knowing
green, "Please don't stop," he whispered.
Chuckling, Miguel pressed his lips against his partner's ear. "Don't
worry, I'm not finished with you yet."
Miguel brushed his fingers through Tulio's dark hair, smoothing the
unruly loose strands, plucking the occasional goose feather free.
Lifting one of the long white feathers by the shaft, he twirled it
thoughtfully back and forth between his fingers.
Grinning ferally down at his bound partner, Miguel brushed the
feather tip lightly down Tulio's nose, teasing it back and forth
across his lips and then trailing it down his partner's throat.
Tulio swallowed heavily, tugging again at the bonds securing his
wrists together behind his back, squirming and twisting in his futile
attempt to avoid the soft brushing torment.
Miguel shifted his attention lower, focusing his gaze on his
partner's small brown nipples. He trailed lazy circles around the
puckered nubs with the feather's soft white edges, before flicking
the tip across each several times in turn.
He grinned at Tulio's soft moan, and continued, drawing an invisible
line down his partner's heaving chest before pausing to dig the
feather's tip into Tulio's quivering belly button.
"Miguel," the muted shuddering groan emanated from deep within
Tulio's chest.
The blond trembled. Hearing the undisguised desire in his partner's
rough voice shot a bolt of fire straight to his own burgeoning cock.
Miguel sucked in a deep breath before turning his attention back to
the matters at hand.
He trailed the feather tip in a whisper-soft caress along the length
of Tulio's leaking shaft, careful to maintain the barest pressure.
He chuckled softly, watching Tulio shudder as he twisted in his
bonds, unable to get away from, or closer to, the tormenting
strokes. His partner's rumbling breathless mutters were rapidly
descending into incoherence.
Miguel leaned forward to whisper against his partner's ear. "Tell me
what you'd like, Tulio," he breathed, "tell me what you *need*."
"You, Miguel," came the strangled response, "fuck me now."
"Suck me?" the blond chuckled, sliding down Tulio's lean body. "Is
that what you said?" Miguel wrapped his lips around his partner's
straining shaft.
Tulio growled wildly, bucking into the blonde's mouth. "*Fuck* me,
Miguel!"
"Ah Tulio," Miguel's bright green eyes met his partner's passion
clouded blue ones with a mischievous sparkle. "I always knew my days
as an acrobat would come in handy."
Kneeling up straight, Miguel stretched his arms upward, clasping his
hands over his head. He twisted to the left and right, and then
arched his back in each direction. Then with a wide, lascivious
grin, he shifted position, spreading Tulio's knees to settle between
them. Miguel lifted his partner up, pulling Tulio's ass forward to
rest on his thighs.
The blond wrapped a fist around his own aching shaft, stroking once,
then again, smoothing the slick pre-come around his cock's flared
head. Holding Tulio steady with one hand, Miguel centred himself
against his partner's tight entrance, at the same time as he reached
forward, extending a soft lick against Tulio's engorged shaft. With
a shuddering groan of completion Miguel pressed forward, exulting in
the sensation of smooth tight heat enveloping his aching cock at the
same moment that Tulio's hard satin length filled his mouth.
A shiver echoing Miguel's groan quaked through Tulio's entire body as
the blond began slowly rocking his hips. With a shout of triumph,
Tulio arched. Miguel's throat was flooded with semen at the same
instant as he felt Tulio's ass clench spasmodically around his own
hard length. One last thrust, and Miguel's own orgasm exploded.
Miguel collapsed onto his partner, gasping. After a moment's rest,
he rolled to the side, nestling in the soft hay next to Tulio. He
nuzzled against Tulio, reaching around him to work at the bindings
knotted around his wrists.
Tulio lay passive and gasping for breath, neither helping nor
hindering Miguel's progress. "New plan," he panted softly.
Miguel grinned, eyebrow arching as he waited expectantly.
"I say we bide out time here in the hay," Tulio panted, "for a few
hours at least."
Miguel chuckled, "That's *your* plan, is it?"
"Absolutely," Tulio murmured with a grin.
"Well," Miguel pressed a soft kiss against his partner's lips. "I
like it ..." he whispered, settling into Tulio's warm embrace.
THE BEST LAID PLANS
The quiet of the stable loft was shattered as two men dived inside,
frantically barring the shutters behind them. The blond looked at
his partner with a wild, exhilarated grin, "We made it!"