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Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Limits
Author: cjandre (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cjandre)
Characters: Sheppard/McKay
Prompt: 25 - Kink
Rating: Mature
Length: Short
Brief summary:The closest thing I have to a bullet-proof kink is a story that is all about power and intensity, the struggle and competition between characters and themselves. Issues around consent, trust, and domination are golden for me, which is why I'd prefer not to see any 'safeword' discussion in a story, as it frequently mucks with my ability to suspend my disbelief. I want to see extreme power dynamics, and if at times that means the character isn't quite true to the show...well, I can go with it, if I'm getting what I want.
And in this story, I get what I want: intensity, drive, and *guh*.
The sweat is pooling under his shoulders, making it harder to get any purchase on the smooth wood floor of the gym, but he tries. His arms are stretched up over his head; his heels slide along the polished boards. He's got no leverage, but he bucks up. He splits himself wide open.
"This too much for you, Rodney? You want to tell me how impossible it is?" John's voice is soft and matter of fact. There is a lilt to it, too. A hint of a south very far from any that Rodney has ever known.
"Rodney. Focus." There's a very light slap to his balls that makes them tighten against the leather thong that secures them close to his shaft. "I asked you if you think it's too much?"
Rodney shakes his head. He can do this.
Link to the story: Limits
Claim: Stargate Atlantis: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Title: Limits
Author: cjandre (
cjandre)Characters: Sheppard/McKay
Prompt: 25 - Kink
Rating: Mature
Length: Short
Brief summary:The closest thing I have to a bullet-proof kink is a story that is all about power and intensity, the struggle and competition between characters and themselves. Issues around consent, trust, and domination are golden for me, which is why I'd prefer not to see any 'safeword' discussion in a story, as it frequently mucks with my ability to suspend my disbelief. I want to see extreme power dynamics, and if at times that means the character isn't quite true to the show...well, I can go with it, if I'm getting what I want.
And in this story, I get what I want: intensity, drive, and *guh*.
The sweat is pooling under his shoulders, making it harder to get any purchase on the smooth wood floor of the gym, but he tries. His arms are stretched up over his head; his heels slide along the polished boards. He's got no leverage, but he bucks up. He splits himself wide open.
"This too much for you, Rodney? You want to tell me how impossible it is?" John's voice is soft and matter of fact. There is a lilt to it, too. A hint of a south very far from any that Rodney has ever known.
"Rodney. Focus." There's a very light slap to his balls that makes them tighten against the leather thong that secures them close to his shaft. "I asked you if you think it's too much?"
Rodney shakes his head. He can do this.
Link to the story: Limits
