Title: Hocus Pocus
Author: kentucka
Series: Two Magic Words 2/2
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Warrick/Toby Arcane
Rating: 18
Warnings: light domination, nothing squicky
Category: slash, PWP, first time
Notes: Warrick's POV. Sequel to Abra Cadabra. More spoilers for Abra Cadaver [3x05] than in the first part. You don’t need to have read it, but this’ll be much more fun if you did. Dedicated to Charlie.
Summary: Toby decides to have a little fun as well.

I feel Toby stirring on top of me; it seems he’s awake again. In this moment I am very grateful I could make us both shower around noon. Damn, our daily routines are really fucked up, and it’s only when I’m sleeping with someone that I realize just how much. I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping from 10am to 6pm, but sex with the sun at its highest still feels strange. At least I know he’s thinking the same. For a long time already, he has had the same sleep-wake-routine, although mostly because his audience consists of creatures of the night, not because he is one himself. It is late afternoon now, which translates into an early morning for us, and I could feel him growing hard for the past hour. Just imagining what he was dreaming of…

I know the exact moment he fully wakes up. Suddenly my wrists are roughly held crossed above my head; and he must have read my surprise because he leans down and licks the shell of my ear, so that his breath tickles even more. “My turn.”

I’m afraid to exhale; I know it would turn into a shameless moan. God yes.

He squeezes my wrists once more, signaling that they are meant to stay where they are. Next he moves off me, nipping down along the inside of my arms. It tickles, but somehow I manage to stay still. Into my shoulder he bites a bit harder, leaving a light mark, which will at least stay for the few hours we have left together. He grins evilly at me, and then my mouth is filled with his tongue, literally, possessively exploring. Forcing me to retreat and make room. When he is done inspecting every single teeth and ridge of the top of my mouth, he searches for my participation again, sliding his tongue around mine in the most suggestive way. The tip of his tongue wriggles against the very tip of mine, causing my erection to ache. Oh yes, I remember how it felt when he did that to the head of my dick. When he licked the slit and pushed against it lightly, before swallowing me whole. And fuck, I didn’t know he could surpass his own giving head on my list of most erotic experiences simply by kissing me.

His hands are busy massaging my ribcage, pinching nipples and caressing abs teasingly low. I want to scream at him to touch me already, want to take his hand and wrap it around my cock, but neither do I move, nor do I open my mouth. Except for the constant moans he draws from deep within me. Who would have guessed that I’d be vocal one day? I guess I’ve always been too concentrated on giving my partner pleasure to ever let go. At least that’s what Toby is telling me right now, and I don’t have the strength to doubt anything he says.

He’s on top of me again, settling between my thighs; something’s wrong, strange-- until my brain short-circuits, and all I’m feeling is delicious tight friction. It keeps me distracted while he goes on whispering in my ear, and he hooks my legs over his shoulders. Too much pressure, no, stop!

He’s not moving; even his finger’s circular motion halted at my panic. His voice is clear again, and I understand his words. “Shsh, relax,” he says, “You’re fine.” And the two magic words: “Trust me.”

The way he says them, I instantly believe that it’s going to be alright. Wouldn’t you trust somebody with your virginity if you’ve already trusted him with your right hand? Technically, it was my left, but that’s not the point.

My hands, which have shot up to push at his shoulders, fall back above my head as if filling a mold. Seems like he’s not the only one too trusting for his own good. How the hell does he do that, having such power over me? I know he is actually better at this game we started because he doesn’t even need rope to restrain me. A squeeze, a pointed look sufficed. He’s so fucking good at this; I never really noticed when I cradled a man between my legs for the first time. Suddenly, the whispers come back to me, and have me rock-hard again within a second. “Let go… I’m going to show you how fucking good this feels… take care of you… won’t hurt you… Let me take you…”

I groan and arch into him as the tension of fear swiftly disappears from my body, leaving a very different kind of strain in every muscle in its wake. “I trust you. You already nailed me once.”

I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. All serious and considerate Orange County dude. “This one’s not fake,” he answers, which has me cracking up. The picture in my mind of his cock giving in and-- no, that’s too weird an image. I get a grip and look into his eyes again; I don’t know if my appreciation of his little joke shows, so I voice it. He shuts me up with another one of his mind-blowing kisses, and the finger at my entrance still doesn’t move.

This is a conscious decision. And whenever I make up my mind, I’m not backing off anymore. Grissom says something about every new piece of evidence giving you the chance to reevaluate your theory and change it. But there is nothing new about the information I get now. I have had previous lovers describe it to me before. I know about the inevitable pain. But Toby holds my gaze and I nod, telling him that I am ready, so his slickened index finger resumes its movement against the ring of muscle. I wonder how he can lead a life so full of pretence; I bet there are not many people who know his true nature, soft and selfless. Every night he gives a show of how much pain he is able to endure, yet he refuses to do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable, let alone hurt me.

Suddenly, there is more pressure, and the finger slips inside. “Dissendium,” he murmurs, which makes me breath a laugh and relax enough for him to go a bit deeper. Dissendium is said to be a magic word to open secret passages. Gris is so full of unnecessary knowledge, and always so willing to share with me. And why the hell am I thinking about my boss with Toby’s finger shoved up my arse?

I get past the need to press down, to get the invading digit out of my body, which is when he decides to add another. I hiss at the burning sensation, and he looks at me apologetically, but does not stop. Doesn’t even ask if he should. Instead, I jerk away from his fingers, because, Fuck!, this was too intense a sensation. He tries again, has me hyperventilating, and laughs. I don’t care anymore. He can laugh at me all he wants, as long as he continues to do that crooking of his fingers. The third finger stretches me so far it hurts; I’m not sure where lust ends and pain starts as they are blurring together. His other hand is stroking my cock, keeping it hard, keeping the ache from overwhelming the pleasure.

“Ready?” he suddenly asks; the fingers are pulled from me. In their place, the blunt head of his rubber-and-lube covered dick nudge me, and I wait for my head to clear. Last chance. I want this. Want to experience what he so loves. What felt great just a second ago: being filled. And so I smile at him. “Dissendium.”

He pushes in, while I try to relax and let him do all the work. That’s a new concept. Lay back and enjoy. I guess he was right then; I was always too focused on bringing pleasure. Now I can let go-- Ah! Yes, there it was ag-- Ah! Again! He just. Keeps Going. Hitting the. Right spot. Fuck! His fingers thread through my hair, pull my head back. To the tingling heat along my spine adds a burn from my throat. My collarbone. His mouth latches onto mine, and I draw the air from him as I forget to breathe through my nose. He doesn’t mind, it seems, returns the favor. Now my lungs and windpipe are on fire as well. It only heightens my oncoming orgasm, and my hands above my head curl into fists. He reads the signs, hold my nose closed between thumb and forefinger. Another second, and his hips thrust forward, driving him in deeply. I am going up in flames from within; my skin feels so tight it would explode. Colors dance before my eyes.

Coming down from my high again, I notice his weight on top of my. Exactly the way we started out this afternoon. Only it is evening now, and we both should get to our respective places of work. Fully satisfied, this night cannot turn out so bad. One more thing to say, though, before we get up. I play with the short black hair at the back of his neck. “Fuck.”

Laughter is shaking his body; still he attempts to right himself up and kiss me. “Exactly.”

~end~