PSL: Sentinel AU
Danny is Steve's guide. He is still pretty new at it and working with a Sentinel who has some bad experiences. To top if off, while working a case in Portland he finds out that a guide can have more than one Sentinel who is their perfect match.
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He reaches for the lube, working the bottle open. He wants to feel something inside him but at the same damn time he doesn't want Eliot to move at all. So instead he makes sure his fingers are nicely coated on one hand and then moves to kiss Eliot hard as he slides his hand down between them and then between his own legs. "Can't ah... fuck... wait to feel you inside me."
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He's torn for just a moment, by the knowledge that Danny's so eager for him he can't wait, that he's willing to open himself up for him just to have him competing with his deep-seated need both to be in control and to touch and taste and feel and have every part of this man. He wants to be the one to breach his body, to feel him hot and tight around his fingers as he works them into him. To feel the way Danny loosens for him all the while anticipating the first hot, tight push of his cock into him.
"No," he rasps, the hand not supporting his weight snapping down to curl around Danny's wrist in an almost vice like grip. He leans down to nip at Danny's lip, then pulls back again. "'s my job, darlin'." He drags his hand down from Danny's wrist over his hand, smearing the lube between their joined fingers. "Wanna feel you."
And it's probably not enough lube to get the job done given how much he left on Danny's fingers, but he doesn't stop to get more before sliding his hand down the path Danny's had so recently been pursuing. "Wanna feel... feel how tight... you are," he adds, nudging gently past Danny's balls with the heel of his hand before unerringly sliding one slick finger back to circle the tight pucker of his entrance. "Mine," he adds, low and rough and emphatic, and through it all he never once breaks eye contact.
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The hand dragging over him earns Eliot more little moans and gasps and as Eliot teases his entrance he groans. Fuck he wants him to hurry up. To take him, claim him and fuck his brains out. "Yours." He groans. "Fuck. Fuck, Eliot, make me yours. Please." He squirms and shifts to spread his legs a little more, inviting.