Title: Abra Cadabra
Author: kentucka
Series: Two Magic Words 1/2
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Warrick/Toby Arcane
Rating: 18
Warnings: bondage
Category: 661 words drabble, slash, PWP
Notes: Set after the ep Abra Cadaver [3x05]. Warrick's POV.
Summary: Warrick having a, um, bit of relaxation.

I roll over onto my back, still panting harshly. Every limb feels too heavy to lift; the post-orgasmic bliss spreading through my veins, until I even feel the roots of my hair tingle. I sigh, because this is heaven. Every now and then, just what I need. A little heaven to compensate for the hell of graveyard shifts.

Looking over the body next to me, I almost laugh. Last night’s hell magically turned brighter. I roll back over him, kissing the lips open he desperately tries to keep closed so he won’t make a sound. None of his tricks will help my little conjurer here, though. There is no key to the rope holding his wrists bound, no magic word to make him vanish, because I forbid him to speak. All he can do is look at me with the plea plainly written across his face, and I know he won’t leave, as long as he hasn’t come.

Now we’re even. The little tease thought he could get away with the sucking-his-finger show while Sarah and I were interrogating him. Though I’ve never been happier to clear a suspect. I’m lying between his still spread thighs, his cock rock-hard against my stomach, and he’s helplessly grinding upwards to gain any kind of friction. I let him continue as I see how frustrated he is; it is never enough to bring him off. Meanwhile, I discard the used condom and reach for a new one, and when I’m done, I pin his hips down, growling a “don’t move” which is immediately obeyed.

His muscles strain as I roll the rubber down his erection. I know he has no idea what I have planned next, so I think about making this even more intense. “Close your eyes,” I say, and again he complies. My magician seems to be very trusting. I see him tremble at the sound of even more lube being squeezed out of the bottle. At the first touch against his hole, well-stretched tonight already, he jumps, but I don’t relent. Slowly, I push in farther, marveling at how readily his body accepts the invasion, and at the little moans that slip past his lips, telling me he is ready for round two.

I watch the ring of muscle tighten involuntarily around the indent, holding the butt-plug firmly in place. By now he must have guessed what I was doing, but I haven’t laid all my cards out just yet. I move to kiss him again, thrusting my tongue inside his widely opened mouth in the same fast and hard rhythm I had used on his ass only minutes ago. When I pull away, I tell him to let me hear him, which he does: He yells suddenly, as I turn the vibrator on. Curses and ohmygods and ohyes are melting together in his throat, and I still laugh at some unintelligible things he moans while I suck his cock. One hand presses his hips down, the other twists the plug so it hits his prostate, and his vocabulary consists only of please and Ineedto and letme… This time, I give him what he wants. Surely enough, a few moments later it changes into a chant of yesyesyes, and I feel his whole body tense, torn between pushing up into my mouth and pressing down against the vibrator, just before falls over the edge.

I lift myself up and watch the shocks run trough him every time the plug is turned in a special direction, until they lessen and subside, and only then do I remove the toy and untie his hands. Where he finds the strength to push me down on the mattress I do not know, but I don’t care either. Rather, I enjoy the way he dominates our kiss for the first time today.

“Fuck,” he whispers, when we part for air.

“Exactly,” I laugh, before I draw him down again, meeting him in a sloppy, open kiss.

~end~