Fic: Toucholic
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j_gabrielleTitle: Toucholic
Pairing: CobbxFischer
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Cobb comes back to find Robert lying on their bed with nothing but a pair of Louboutin heels and the faint blush on his cheeks.
A/N: This is the first time I wrote pointless smut. First time I wrote proper smut of any kind, really... So be kind?
This is the side of Robert that Cobb loves the most; debauched, spread naked against the silky black of the sheets, wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of black Louboutin shoes and a soft flush that paints his pale skin. The soft curls of his hair gently shifts when he turns his head and smiles at him.
"Hello love." Robert says quietly, his hands never stopping as he runs them all over himself. "Come join me." The blue of his eyes bore into Cobb and his feet finds themselves walking to their bed.
Robert pulls him close for a deep kiss and Cobb smells the remnants of soap on his skin. Pulling the slighter man to straddle him, Cobb holds him by the hips and gently nips the bottom of his lip.
"Ow." Blue eyes blinked, equal parts mischievous and bemused. He smiles and plants a soft kiss as an apology. All too soon, it gets too warm and too constricting in his clothes. Robert must've sensed this because he pulls away to start unbuttoning his shirt. Cobb places a hand over his and picks him up, laying him back down on the edge of the bed. "Love?"
Cobb kneels on the floor and without a warning, he takes him into his mouth; relishing in the soft 'Oh' that escapes thoroughly kissed lips. Running his tongue over the head of his arousal, he takes him further in his mouth. Robert has his fingers in his hair and his long, long legs resting on his shoulder.
"D-Dom..." He moans, head lolling from side to side. Cobb loves it that he is the one, the only one who can cause this man, this beautiful beautiful man to let go of the cold mask he puts on for the world to see, to be the only who gets to see this sensual creature undone and loose in front of him. For him.
Rolling and massaging his balls in one hand, he uses the other to gently encircle the bottom half of which he cannot take. He hears the soft pants and moans that he draws out. Cobb hollows his cheeks and pulls off. Blowing gently on the head, he grins when the appendage twitches and grows impossibly harder in his hands. Unable to resist, he laps up the pre-come that has begun to gather with the flat of his tongue.
"Dom..." It comes out in a breathy sigh. Robert cups his cheek and pushes him to face him. "Dom... I want you." And that was all it took for him to divest himself of whatever clothes he still had on.
"On your fours, baby..." He says, and chuckles. "We really have to stop hanging out so much with Eames and Arthur." His lover says nothing, but Cobb could feel the soft tremors of his private amusement. It's also then that he notices the black plug that is in him. "What's this?" He asks, fingers tugging on the toy.
"I-I wanted... To be ready for you. Didn't want you to waste time preparing me..." Robert burrows his face into the mattress but Cobb can see the reddening of his ears. Smiling softly, he uses a finger to trace the swollen pucker, feeling the shiver. Cobb wonders if Robert knows how he looks like this; face pressed into the mattress, hands fisting on the sheets, ass raised high into the air with his heels slipping off his feet.
"Dom." A pointed heel nudged his naked side. "Don't tease."
"Sorry." He murmurs as he plants a kiss to the twin dimples on the smooth globes of Robert's ass. Cobb kissed and gently suckled on the heated skin. For some reason, Robert insists on keeping himself as hairless as possible. It's not as if Cobb dislikes it; there could never be any mistaking of Robert as a woman for all he was were sharp jaws, hard planes instead of the soft curves of women. Running his hand on the flipside of the other man's thighs, slowly caressing the backs of his knees. "What do you want me to do?" He asks, voice gravelly and low. "Tell me."
"I want..." Robert turns his head, looking at his under his messy hair, eyes half lidded with the daze of passion and arousal. "I want you. Inside me." And that's all it takes for him to pull the plug, flinging it to the farside of the room, forgotten. The moan that escapes his lips is excruciatingly delicious. Cobb drapes himself over him as he positions his cock, surprised at the feel of slipperiness when his head touches the pink pucker. It makes him frenzied, the thought of Robert lubing and stretching himself for him. He noses at the line of his nape. Thank you. It's the unspoken word. "Take me." It's the permission he gets when the slighter man leans back and captures his lips in a sloppy kiss. With a swift stroke, he was in.
He thrusts short and shallow; Robert was always so tight. Even after 2 years of this, Robert always seem to take him like the first time. And it absolutely drives him wild.
"Hggghhnn..." Robert moans when Cobb runs a calloused finger over erect nipple. "Dom.. D-Dom... Ah!!" Smirking, Cobb wonders if it were possible to love his voice; so different than the voice he uses when they are in 'proper' company. So broken, so wanton... Just for him.
His hands are everywhere, lips marking soft milky white skin. Cobb laps at the freckles that dust his lover's shoulders, hands mapping the expanse of his , never breaking the rhythm he has set with his hips. Robert is rocking back to meet him, back arched forwards into the bed, head thrown back and exposing his throat to the light of the moon from the window. The clear sheen of sweat on his body... Cobb licks at a bead that tracks down the line of his spine. Growling, he feels the heat pool in his gut. Pulling out, he flips the other man onto his back, re-entering him in a smooth fluid stroke.
The strangled cry falls from his lips, but is swallowed by the hungry kiss. Cobb sucks, nibbles and moans into Robert's mouth. Long arms are tight around his neck, fingers tugging painfully at his hair. Cobb draws his legs above his shoulders; the rhythm a broken uneven thing. For someone who is so thin, Robert can take the sheer intensity of his thrusts. He probably can't walk for a few days after this. Cobb thinks when he circles his tongue on his Adam's apple. Smirking he moves and nibbles at an earlobe.
"I-ah! I-I love you... Dom! Oh..." Robert cries, "Lo-Love you... So much... You fe-feel so good... In me. So good... So fucking goh-fuck! Oh God..." His head lolls back, plump lips parted slightly. "Dom..." Blue eyes look into his; unguarded, passionate, loving. And he comes, thick and hard in him. Cobb buries his face, mouthing at the vein on his lover's neck and rides out his orgasm.
Robert comes too, coating their stomachs with his seed. Cobb is unable to resist swallowing the moans and cries of pleasure that tumble off his lips.
Cobb pulls out, wincing at the loss of pressure and heat. But he is unable to plan their second round when he sees his come trickling out of Robert's spent hole. He goes to their bathroom and brings back a rag with which he wipes down Robert and himself.
"Mmm..." Robert smiles, bringing him down for a slow, sleepy kiss. "Dom. My Dom. Dom, mine." He smiles impossibly wider and laughs. "Mr Dom." He rakes his fingers through dark blonde locks as Cobb maneuvers himself to lie next to him. He draws a sleepy Robert Fischer into his arms and catches the red of the Louboutin soles.
"Darling," He whispers as Robert tucks his head under his chin. "Lets try the Jimmy Choos next."
A/N: This is the image that inspired Robert's heels.
Pairing: CobbxFischer
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Cobb comes back to find Robert lying on their bed with nothing but a pair of Louboutin heels and the faint blush on his cheeks.
A/N: This is the first time I wrote pointless smut. First time I wrote proper smut of any kind, really... So be kind?
This is the side of Robert that Cobb loves the most; debauched, spread naked against the silky black of the sheets, wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of black Louboutin shoes and a soft flush that paints his pale skin. The soft curls of his hair gently shifts when he turns his head and smiles at him.
"Hello love." Robert says quietly, his hands never stopping as he runs them all over himself. "Come join me." The blue of his eyes bore into Cobb and his feet finds themselves walking to their bed.
Robert pulls him close for a deep kiss and Cobb smells the remnants of soap on his skin. Pulling the slighter man to straddle him, Cobb holds him by the hips and gently nips the bottom of his lip.
"Ow." Blue eyes blinked, equal parts mischievous and bemused. He smiles and plants a soft kiss as an apology. All too soon, it gets too warm and too constricting in his clothes. Robert must've sensed this because he pulls away to start unbuttoning his shirt. Cobb places a hand over his and picks him up, laying him back down on the edge of the bed. "Love?"
Cobb kneels on the floor and without a warning, he takes him into his mouth; relishing in the soft 'Oh' that escapes thoroughly kissed lips. Running his tongue over the head of his arousal, he takes him further in his mouth. Robert has his fingers in his hair and his long, long legs resting on his shoulder.
"D-Dom..." He moans, head lolling from side to side. Cobb loves it that he is the one, the only one who can cause this man, this beautiful beautiful man to let go of the cold mask he puts on for the world to see, to be the only who gets to see this sensual creature undone and loose in front of him. For him.
Rolling and massaging his balls in one hand, he uses the other to gently encircle the bottom half of which he cannot take. He hears the soft pants and moans that he draws out. Cobb hollows his cheeks and pulls off. Blowing gently on the head, he grins when the appendage twitches and grows impossibly harder in his hands. Unable to resist, he laps up the pre-come that has begun to gather with the flat of his tongue.
"Dom..." It comes out in a breathy sigh. Robert cups his cheek and pushes him to face him. "Dom... I want you." And that was all it took for him to divest himself of whatever clothes he still had on.
"On your fours, baby..." He says, and chuckles. "We really have to stop hanging out so much with Eames and Arthur." His lover says nothing, but Cobb could feel the soft tremors of his private amusement. It's also then that he notices the black plug that is in him. "What's this?" He asks, fingers tugging on the toy.
"I-I wanted... To be ready for you. Didn't want you to waste time preparing me..." Robert burrows his face into the mattress but Cobb can see the reddening of his ears. Smiling softly, he uses a finger to trace the swollen pucker, feeling the shiver. Cobb wonders if Robert knows how he looks like this; face pressed into the mattress, hands fisting on the sheets, ass raised high into the air with his heels slipping off his feet.
"Dom." A pointed heel nudged his naked side. "Don't tease."
"Sorry." He murmurs as he plants a kiss to the twin dimples on the smooth globes of Robert's ass. Cobb kissed and gently suckled on the heated skin. For some reason, Robert insists on keeping himself as hairless as possible. It's not as if Cobb dislikes it; there could never be any mistaking of Robert as a woman for all he was were sharp jaws, hard planes instead of the soft curves of women. Running his hand on the flipside of the other man's thighs, slowly caressing the backs of his knees. "What do you want me to do?" He asks, voice gravelly and low. "Tell me."
"I want..." Robert turns his head, looking at his under his messy hair, eyes half lidded with the daze of passion and arousal. "I want you. Inside me." And that's all it takes for him to pull the plug, flinging it to the farside of the room, forgotten. The moan that escapes his lips is excruciatingly delicious. Cobb drapes himself over him as he positions his cock, surprised at the feel of slipperiness when his head touches the pink pucker. It makes him frenzied, the thought of Robert lubing and stretching himself for him. He noses at the line of his nape. Thank you. It's the unspoken word. "Take me." It's the permission he gets when the slighter man leans back and captures his lips in a sloppy kiss. With a swift stroke, he was in.
He thrusts short and shallow; Robert was always so tight. Even after 2 years of this, Robert always seem to take him like the first time. And it absolutely drives him wild.
"Hggghhnn..." Robert moans when Cobb runs a calloused finger over erect nipple. "Dom.. D-Dom... Ah!!" Smirking, Cobb wonders if it were possible to love his voice; so different than the voice he uses when they are in 'proper' company. So broken, so wanton... Just for him.
His hands are everywhere, lips marking soft milky white skin. Cobb laps at the freckles that dust his lover's shoulders, hands mapping the expanse of his , never breaking the rhythm he has set with his hips. Robert is rocking back to meet him, back arched forwards into the bed, head thrown back and exposing his throat to the light of the moon from the window. The clear sheen of sweat on his body... Cobb licks at a bead that tracks down the line of his spine. Growling, he feels the heat pool in his gut. Pulling out, he flips the other man onto his back, re-entering him in a smooth fluid stroke.
The strangled cry falls from his lips, but is swallowed by the hungry kiss. Cobb sucks, nibbles and moans into Robert's mouth. Long arms are tight around his neck, fingers tugging painfully at his hair. Cobb draws his legs above his shoulders; the rhythm a broken uneven thing. For someone who is so thin, Robert can take the sheer intensity of his thrusts. He probably can't walk for a few days after this. Cobb thinks when he circles his tongue on his Adam's apple. Smirking he moves and nibbles at an earlobe.
"I-ah! I-I love you... Dom! Oh..." Robert cries, "Lo-Love you... So much... You fe-feel so good... In me. So good... So fucking goh-fuck! Oh God..." His head lolls back, plump lips parted slightly. "Dom..." Blue eyes look into his; unguarded, passionate, loving. And he comes, thick and hard in him. Cobb buries his face, mouthing at the vein on his lover's neck and rides out his orgasm.
Robert comes too, coating their stomachs with his seed. Cobb is unable to resist swallowing the moans and cries of pleasure that tumble off his lips.
Cobb pulls out, wincing at the loss of pressure and heat. But he is unable to plan their second round when he sees his come trickling out of Robert's spent hole. He goes to their bathroom and brings back a rag with which he wipes down Robert and himself.
"Mmm..." Robert smiles, bringing him down for a slow, sleepy kiss. "Dom. My Dom. Dom, mine." He smiles impossibly wider and laughs. "Mr Dom." He rakes his fingers through dark blonde locks as Cobb maneuvers himself to lie next to him. He draws a sleepy Robert Fischer into his arms and catches the red of the Louboutin soles.
"Darling," He whispers as Robert tucks his head under his chin. "Lets try the Jimmy Choos next."
A/N: This is the image that inspired Robert's heels.
