Fic: Sundays, 1/1. RPF - Zach/Chris.
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cjs_owndisclaimer. Not mine and none of the events described here in have any basis in reality.
title. Sundays
rating. NC-17
pairing. Zach/Chris, established relationship
summary. Sundays were always Chris' favorite day of the week.
warnings. D/s relationship, bondage, sex toy usage.
notes. Written for this prompt attrek_rpf_kink.
Sundays were always Chris' favorite day of the week. Filming on hold for a day, no commitments to be honored, no appointments to be made - the only ones they had to worry about where themselves and for Chris Pine, that usually meant he spent the entire day on his hands and knees, stripped of all clothing and happily submitting to whatever Zach demanded of him.
That particular Sunday, 'whatever Zach demanded of him' had been to ask no questions and follow orders without delay. He had errands to run and he did not want to arrive home to find Chris had gotten distracted by a book or a movie, forgetting his place and giving lip (as he had once before). So rather than allow his boy to roam their home free, Zach had ordered him to bed.
"Go down, Christopher," he ordered once Chris was secured in his bonds, tightly held to the bed at his wrists, ankles, and waist. His face was pressed into the covers and he panted wantonly as slick fingers dipped in and out of him, and he wanted to vocalize his arousal, but Zach wanted him to drop away, to float in headspace. "Go down," he repeated, pulling his hand free just as Chris began to slow his breathing and closed his eyes.
He relaxed in stages, taking the final step into subspace only after Zach wrapped his hand around the side of his throat and tightened his fingers against Chris' windpipe. "My beautiful boy," Zach murmured into his ear, "So willing, so perfect."
Content that Chris was in the right mindset, he reached out and ran a finger over the leather collar that stood in stark contrast to Chris' pale skin. He'd found it in a shop in London during the first press tour and though they'd been together a short time by then, Zach had bought it anyway and had his own named stamped into it, a removable brand.
Zach ran a dollop of lube over himself once he'd secured a blindfold over Chris' eyes; though he'd chosen to wake Chris that morning by fucking him and Chris was still loose and open, he had no desire to do unintentional harm to his lover, especially given what he had planned. “I am going to leave you here, Christopher,” he started, pushing past the ring of muscle easily and sliding all the way in with one smooth thrust, “Tied to my bed just like this, with a nice vibrating plug in this tight ass.”
If Chris were cognizant, able to process more than the just the sensation of being fucked hard for the second time that morning, he might have made a noise of some sort or cursed (as he sometimes did, most notably when Zach had fucked him over the table in his Heroes trailer), but instead he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. His balls were drawing up, the base of his cock tightening, and he rolled his fingers forward, collecting bedding into his fist.
A hand slid under him to pinch the tip, the shock of pain enough to stop him from orgasming as Zach came in spurts inside of him. “For that,” Zach said, darkly, pulling himself free of his lover's body, “I'm plugging your ass and your cock, since you clearly cannot control yourself.”
Ejaculate was starting to leak from Chris' swollen hole when he thrust the pearly white cock-shaped plug1 into the man. He did not yet turn it on though, undoing the strap across Pine's back and yanking his hips up enough that he could reach the half-flaccid cock – even in subspace, Chris knew when he'd committed an infraction and he knew what this particular one would entail.
Zach had found the toy on a website a few months earlier and it had already gotten used far more times than any of their others. It was called the Gates of Hell2, but was nothing like the older version of seven cock rings held together by a leather strap; no, this metal contraption was a set of two rings attached to a plug that slid into the slit and then further, until his cock was plugged as effectively as his ass.
Setting Chris back down onto the bed, he rebuckled the restraint, flicked on the plug, and told Chris, “I have to walk Noah and then run down to the market. I'll be back in an hour,” while pulling on the jeans he'd discarded earlier. He shrugged on a clean shirt as the vibrator buzzed away; Zach loved how Chris looked when he turned back, relaxed against the pale blue sheets.
He dropped a kiss to Chris' hair. “Good boy, Christopher. I'll let you come when I get home,” he promised, laying a hard smack to his lover's ass and then he was gone.
1 Echo Silicone Vibrating Dildo (I called it a plug, I know.)
2 The Gates of Hell CBT
title. Sundays
rating. NC-17
pairing. Zach/Chris, established relationship
summary. Sundays were always Chris' favorite day of the week.
warnings. D/s relationship, bondage, sex toy usage.
notes. Written for this prompt at
trek_rpf_kink.Sundays were always Chris' favorite day of the week. Filming on hold for a day, no commitments to be honored, no appointments to be made - the only ones they had to worry about where themselves and for Chris Pine, that usually meant he spent the entire day on his hands and knees, stripped of all clothing and happily submitting to whatever Zach demanded of him.
That particular Sunday, 'whatever Zach demanded of him' had been to ask no questions and follow orders without delay. He had errands to run and he did not want to arrive home to find Chris had gotten distracted by a book or a movie, forgetting his place and giving lip (as he had once before). So rather than allow his boy to roam their home free, Zach had ordered him to bed.
"Go down, Christopher," he ordered once Chris was secured in his bonds, tightly held to the bed at his wrists, ankles, and waist. His face was pressed into the covers and he panted wantonly as slick fingers dipped in and out of him, and he wanted to vocalize his arousal, but Zach wanted him to drop away, to float in headspace. "Go down," he repeated, pulling his hand free just as Chris began to slow his breathing and closed his eyes.
He relaxed in stages, taking the final step into subspace only after Zach wrapped his hand around the side of his throat and tightened his fingers against Chris' windpipe. "My beautiful boy," Zach murmured into his ear, "So willing, so perfect."
Content that Chris was in the right mindset, he reached out and ran a finger over the leather collar that stood in stark contrast to Chris' pale skin. He'd found it in a shop in London during the first press tour and though they'd been together a short time by then, Zach had bought it anyway and had his own named stamped into it, a removable brand.
Zach ran a dollop of lube over himself once he'd secured a blindfold over Chris' eyes; though he'd chosen to wake Chris that morning by fucking him and Chris was still loose and open, he had no desire to do unintentional harm to his lover, especially given what he had planned. “I am going to leave you here, Christopher,” he started, pushing past the ring of muscle easily and sliding all the way in with one smooth thrust, “Tied to my bed just like this, with a nice vibrating plug in this tight ass.”
If Chris were cognizant, able to process more than the just the sensation of being fucked hard for the second time that morning, he might have made a noise of some sort or cursed (as he sometimes did, most notably when Zach had fucked him over the table in his Heroes trailer), but instead he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. His balls were drawing up, the base of his cock tightening, and he rolled his fingers forward, collecting bedding into his fist.
A hand slid under him to pinch the tip, the shock of pain enough to stop him from orgasming as Zach came in spurts inside of him. “For that,” Zach said, darkly, pulling himself free of his lover's body, “I'm plugging your ass and your cock, since you clearly cannot control yourself.”
Ejaculate was starting to leak from Chris' swollen hole when he thrust the pearly white cock-shaped plug1 into the man. He did not yet turn it on though, undoing the strap across Pine's back and yanking his hips up enough that he could reach the half-flaccid cock – even in subspace, Chris knew when he'd committed an infraction and he knew what this particular one would entail.
Zach had found the toy on a website a few months earlier and it had already gotten used far more times than any of their others. It was called the Gates of Hell2, but was nothing like the older version of seven cock rings held together by a leather strap; no, this metal contraption was a set of two rings attached to a plug that slid into the slit and then further, until his cock was plugged as effectively as his ass.
Setting Chris back down onto the bed, he rebuckled the restraint, flicked on the plug, and told Chris, “I have to walk Noah and then run down to the market. I'll be back in an hour,” while pulling on the jeans he'd discarded earlier. He shrugged on a clean shirt as the vibrator buzzed away; Zach loved how Chris looked when he turned back, relaxed against the pale blue sheets.
He dropped a kiss to Chris' hair. “Good boy, Christopher. I'll let you come when I get home,” he promised, laying a hard smack to his lover's ass and then he was gone.
1 Echo Silicone Vibrating Dildo (I called it a plug, I know.)
2 The Gates of Hell CBT
