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Fic: Friend In Need
For Tumblr prompt "crossdressing/fingering" with Jonah/Fanshawe! Jonah tries on a cursed wedding dress and Jonathan has to help him out when it has unexpected effects. Light NSFW.
Friend In Need
"If you knew this dress was cursed," Jonathan asks, "why on Earth did you put it on?"
Although Jonah has only himself to blame for his new trouble, he doesn't have the decency to look ashamed, or even bashful. Instead, his small mouth curves into a wicked smile as he reaches out to grab Jonathan by his wrist, pulling him over to the bed. Jonah's other hand is grasping the skirt of his dress, hiking it upward until it's gathered around his slim, yet shapely thighs. Jonathan blushes at the sight, but allows himself to be pulled, climbing on the bed to join Jonah.
"Why, it's part of the curse," Jonah replies. The dress is slightly too large for Jonah, hanging loosely around his body; Jonathan blushes again as he watches Jonah's shoulder pop out of the neckline of the dress, the line of the collarbone sharp, the skin silky soft. Pressing his lips tight together, Jonathan focuses on Jonah, who is gazing at him with amusement. "And there is only one way to get this dress off. You need to use your lovely fingers on me, my doctor."
Jonah pulls the dress even further up, exposing his hips. He is wearing no undergarments; Jonathan gasps, whipping his head to the side so he doesn't see, although the image is already burned deep into his brain. It's a useless gesture anyway; of course he's going to help Jonah, and that means that he's going to take his hand between Jonah's legs, and push his fingers as deep inside him as they can go and pleasure him to ecstacy. It's not an unpleasant idea - not at all - but the circumstances are utterly bizarre.
Part of him wonders if Jonah is just playing a trick on him. But he is absolutely going to play along, isn't he?
Jonathan returns his gaze to Jonah, who is still smiling at him. Jonah's hand slides up on Jonathan's wrist until he's grasping him by the fingers, and he looks Jonathan in the eye as he kisses him on his knuckles.
"I summoned you here because I trust you, and the idea of you touching me is pleasing." Jonah separates Jonathan's index finger from his other fingers, kissing it on the tip. Grinning up at Jonathan, he sucks the finger into his mouth, sealing his lips tight around it, tickling it with his tongue.
Licking his lips, Jonathan takes his hand down to Jonah's belly, stroking its small curve.
"You get into strangest binds," he notes, sliding his hand down towards Jonah's groin.
"I do," Jonah agrees, his voice drowsy and content. He releases Jonathan's hand so he can reach up for his head, stroking his fingers through Jonathan's hair. "And I am lucky to have such a good friend to help me out of them."
Taking his fingers to Jonah's slick, waiting cunt, Jonathan sets out to be exactly that.
Friend In Need
"If you knew this dress was cursed," Jonathan asks, "why on Earth did you put it on?"
Although Jonah has only himself to blame for his new trouble, he doesn't have the decency to look ashamed, or even bashful. Instead, his small mouth curves into a wicked smile as he reaches out to grab Jonathan by his wrist, pulling him over to the bed. Jonah's other hand is grasping the skirt of his dress, hiking it upward until it's gathered around his slim, yet shapely thighs. Jonathan blushes at the sight, but allows himself to be pulled, climbing on the bed to join Jonah.
"Why, it's part of the curse," Jonah replies. The dress is slightly too large for Jonah, hanging loosely around his body; Jonathan blushes again as he watches Jonah's shoulder pop out of the neckline of the dress, the line of the collarbone sharp, the skin silky soft. Pressing his lips tight together, Jonathan focuses on Jonah, who is gazing at him with amusement. "And there is only one way to get this dress off. You need to use your lovely fingers on me, my doctor."
Jonah pulls the dress even further up, exposing his hips. He is wearing no undergarments; Jonathan gasps, whipping his head to the side so he doesn't see, although the image is already burned deep into his brain. It's a useless gesture anyway; of course he's going to help Jonah, and that means that he's going to take his hand between Jonah's legs, and push his fingers as deep inside him as they can go and pleasure him to ecstacy. It's not an unpleasant idea - not at all - but the circumstances are utterly bizarre.
Part of him wonders if Jonah is just playing a trick on him. But he is absolutely going to play along, isn't he?
Jonathan returns his gaze to Jonah, who is still smiling at him. Jonah's hand slides up on Jonathan's wrist until he's grasping him by the fingers, and he looks Jonathan in the eye as he kisses him on his knuckles.
"I summoned you here because I trust you, and the idea of you touching me is pleasing." Jonah separates Jonathan's index finger from his other fingers, kissing it on the tip. Grinning up at Jonathan, he sucks the finger into his mouth, sealing his lips tight around it, tickling it with his tongue.
Licking his lips, Jonathan takes his hand down to Jonah's belly, stroking its small curve.
"You get into strangest binds," he notes, sliding his hand down towards Jonah's groin.
"I do," Jonah agrees, his voice drowsy and content. He releases Jonathan's hand so he can reach up for his head, stroking his fingers through Jonathan's hair. "And I am lucky to have such a good friend to help me out of them."
Taking his fingers to Jonah's slick, waiting cunt, Jonathan sets out to be exactly that.