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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation
  Relationship:
      Wesley_Crusher/William_Riker
  Character:
      William_Riker, Wesley_Crusher
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal, Bondage, Collars, Slavery, Drabble
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-30 Words: 798
****** Quick ******
by abbeyjewel
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, or anything Star Trek related. I
     am not making money off of this
See the end of the work for more notes
The hiss of the collar sealing around his neck should terrify him. It shouldn’t
feel erotic as all hell and send a shiver down his spine. It all should feel
very wrong, because of how he was tied and helpless to anyone’s mercy, and
especially because of what Riker had told him before the collar sealed shut.
“Wesley, you’ve been very bad.” Riker hissed in his ear, large hands trailing
up and down Wesley’s arms. Wesley had shivered in response, but couldn’t find
words to argue. Now the collar was on, and as far as Wesley could tell, it was
permanent.
“Yes, you’ve been very bad.” Riker repeated, he tugged at the collar on
Wesley’s neck and smiled. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, Wesley
kneeling in between his legs. Vicious ropes bit into Wesley’s smooth skin,
binding his arms together behind his back. “Do you know how bad, Wes?”
Wesley shook his head, but he couldn’t imagine that anything he had done had
actually gotten him here. That didn’t mean he was foolish enough to argue or
try to escape. In fact, he found he didn’t want to. He had come to like his
place on his knees in front of Riker.
Riker tugged harsher at the collar, almost lifting Wesley up. His breath was
hot against Wesley’s ear and he couldn’t repress the shiver that went through
him. “So bad, that you aren’t ever leaving my quarters again.”
Reasonably, that should be bad, but Wesley found, again, that he rather liked
the idea. Wesley turned his head slightly and kissed Riker on the cheek gently,
before looking down and smiling demurely. “Yes, sir.”
There was a growl and Wesley found himself flat on his back, thrown onto
Riker’s bed. He gasped and stared up at Riker, shifting his hips and pouting
his lips in the way he knew would drive Riker crazy. It worked, and Riker was
on him in the next instant.
“Mine, Wes.” Wesley gasped at the sharp pain in his neck, right below the metal
collar. “What are you?” Riker demanded, biting Wesley again.
“Unf, yours.” Wesley moaned out, hips thrusting up and searching out for the
much larger man on top of him.
“Again.” The bites were now trailing down Wesley’s chest. Red teeth marks and
strings of saliva marking the path.
“Yours, sir!” Wesley tried again, more desperate this time. If his hands
weren’t tied behind his back, he would be struggling much more. His hands would
find themselves stroking at the broad chest above him, and snake their way into
his pants. Why was Riker still even wearing pants?
Riker’s teeth teased at a nipple, and Wesley couldn’t help but thrash as much
as he could. He would’ve moaned too, but two fingers were shoved into his
mouth, effectively muffling the sound. Wesley might have been bad, but he was
good at some things. He sucked at Riker’s fingers, coating them in as much
saliva as he possibly could.
By the time Riker’s teeth traveled to the other nipple, he pulled his fingers
out and began pressing them into Wesley, preparing him. He was quick and
efficient, only twisting and scissoring his fingers in Wesley a few times
before pulling out. Wesley couldn’t help but moan and writhe on the bed
underneath Riker, needy and pleading.
Wesley didn’t know when Riker had undone his pants, he hadn’t taken them off,
but suddenly his cock was pressed hard against Wesley’s slick entrance. Wesley
whined and pressed up into Riker, wordlessly pleading, and then gasping almost
breathlessly when Riker dove in.
Riker only gave Wesley time to catch his breath before he was pounding quick
and hard into the younger man. “You’re mine.” He breathed in Wesley’s ear over
and over again. “Always mine now.” and the thrill that went through Wesley left
him unable to deny Riker at all.
It was over, quick and fast. Riker came hard inside Wesley, shuddering on top
of him. He hadn’t touched Wesley the entire fuck, barely giving him any
consideration at all. Wesley didn’t mind, was in fact very used to being there
simply for Riker’s pleasure. The only noise of protest he made the entire time
was when Riker rolled off of him, slipping out at the same time. Wesley whined
from the loss and curled up slightly on instinct.
Riker caught his breath before he rolled up next to Wesley and wrapped a
possessive arm around him. A quick kiss to his ear and Riker was undoing the
knots that held Wesley’s wrists together. They weren’t needed anymore after
all.
“I meant it, Wes.” He pulled the ropes free and threw them off the bed, and
then crushed Wesley underneath him again. “You’re not leaving this room, ever
again.”
End Notes
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