Pillow Talk

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I'm kind of embarrassed to be asking for this, but I'm looking for Mcshep Fic where the boys encourage eachother and direct eachother during sex in a gentle, smokingly hot kind of way.  It's kind of a kink and it's kind of specific, but it's always cool when they tell eachother what they're going to do..and then, you know ...do it.  Also, when they ask if the other likes it, wants more, wants it harder.  That kind of thing.  I'm also keen for the encouraging, directing kind of thing too.  

I would give examples, but I'm already scarlet with shame as it is...so I just hope you'll come up with some stuff and I can slink back under the kinky rock from whence I came.  

Just to recap, McShep please, but if the chit chat is good i'll read anything.  Only slash.  Happy endings prefered.  Pillow talk doesn't have to be the central theme, but a good bit of verbal filth is a must.

Thanks in advance!

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[wanted-a-pony.livejournal.com]

Hey, I really enjoyed our little conversation when you asked for Pillow Talk fics at the SGAGenreFinders comm. With the notion that you may also read SG1 fics, I thought I'd share a bit of naughtiness that really, um, caught my attention when I read it. This is from "Housewarming" at http://bertybertle.livejournal.com/28250.html . "He" is Daniel Jackson, "I" is Jack O'Neill, & this is their first encounter:

I’m going insane, trying to hold still, trying to be patient and let him set the pace. It’s so hard I could almost weep with it.

He pulls my jeans and shorts down my thighs, trapping me, and then moves a little closer, shuffling on his knees. He lifts his sweet mouth.

“Feed me,” he murmurs.

My bottle thumps to the floor and I’m shaking so hard, I can hardly find my dick to aim it. He opens his mouth obediently when I put a hand in his hair, then I slip my cock between his lips, feeding it to him like he asked, a little at a time until he’s got as much of me as he can take.

I can't say that I have a particular word or phrase that always does it for me. That particular heart-pounding, eyes-rolled-back, ::gasp:: as a wave of lust rolls over & knocks me off my feet is usually a product of careful, slow buildup *or* a "sneak attack" of some fast, filthy action that just happens to hit my mood exactly right at that moment.

However. That slightly-submissive image of a kneeling man & the quiet, confident Feed me? That has the potential to be a favorite for a long time. Just wanted to share.... :-D