Title: Sensitive

Fandom: Cabin Pressure

Author: Lorelei Lee

Pairing: Martin/Douglas

Disclaimer: everything belongs to John Finnemore and the BBC.

Not betaed, not brit-picked, english is not my first language.

Written for this prompt:

Martin has pierced nipples. He finally and rather grudgingly shows them to his new partner. Normally he keeps it a secret because he knows most people would take the piss and/or assume it was the lingering evidence of a misguided youthful rebellion.
It's not. His previous Dom had them pierced for him so he could enjoy the extra sensitivity it afforded, especially during the protracted and intense nipple-play they used to indulge in. (Clamps, weights, floggers, he's tasted them all.)
It may have started out as a not-overtly-kinky relationship but now they know it's an option Martin's new lover is very much ok with this. Very very much ok. So much so that they can't keep their hands or mouth off his peircings. In fact they even manage to come up with a few new and colourful ideas of their own.
Bonus if they make Martin come just by playing with his nipples and describing in graphic detail all the delicious-painful-worshipful-brutal things they want to do to those tender, vulnerable little nubs.

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Sensitive

"Douglas?" Martin called. "Please come to me."

Douglas followed the voice of his lover into the bathroom, where Martin sat on the rim of the bathtub. His read hair was slightly ruffled as though he combed it with his fingers in frustration.

"Yes, Martin?" Douglas asked. "What's the matter?"

Martin hadn't looked at him, as he had entered the room, but now he looked up and something like defeat and hurt showed themselves in his features.

"I have to tell you something," Martin said and sighed.

Icy fear gripped at Douglas' heart. So soon? So soon Martin got tired of him and wanted to leave? Since the beginning the older man had waited for the other shoe to drop, because he never could believe his luck (not even if he considered, that the amount of the famous Richardson Luck was spectacular) that this adorable young man would be forever in love with him. But he had hoped at least for a few months... and not only for a meagre four weeks, three days and 18 hours. Not that he had been counting!

Martin ran his fingers through his hair and dishevelled it even more.

"You see... you have to understand..." he stammered. "I wasn't some kind of rebel or punk!" he blurted out.

"I beg your pardon?" Douglas hadn't the foggiest what Martin was trying to tell him. But it didn't seem like a break-up-speech. Or if it was, it had to be one of the most remarkable ones Douglas ever heard.

Martin sighed exasparated.

"Perhaps it will be better, if I show them to you."

"Yes, perhaps," Douglas agreed, now slightly amused. But the amusement left him the second, Martin unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it.

Martin's nipples were pierced. Small, golden circles went through the slightly stretched nubs, shimmering softly on the pale skin like the little golden speckles in Martin's grey-green eyes.

Douglas' mouth went dry.

"When did you get them?" He finally managed to ask.

"Ten years ago," Martin answered and tilted his head a little bit. „Is that all?"

"All?" echoed Douglas.

"Is that all you have to say in this matter", Martin clarified. "You don't find me... repulsive? You won't laugh at me or take the piss?"

Douglas smile could be considered a leer.

"Do I look like I would make fun of you?"

Martin frowned, but let his eyes travel over Douglas' body and soon a knowing smirk bloomed on his face as he noticed the bulge in Douglas' trousers. His shoulders slumped in relief and he stood up.

"You... like them?" He asked tentatively.

"I have to say, I'm intrigued," Douglas admitted. „Why do you felt the need to hide them?"

Martin blushed.

„Because all the other people... they... they didn't understand. They didn't approve." He mumbled.

"Then clearly all the other people are idiots," Douglas stated and caressed Martin's cheek with his hand. "Why did you get them? What was the reason?"

"Well..." Martin blushed even more. "It wasn't my idea in the first place." He breathed in and out before he continued. "I once knew a man... and when I say knew... I mean that he was my Dom. It was his idea to get my nipples pierced and I agreed."

Martin's words caused a soft throb of arousal in Douglas' groin.

"You should have told me from the start," Douglas said.

Martin's cheeks went pale and he starred at Douglas with panic written all over his face.

"Douglas!" He nearly cried. "I love you... I understand that you're not into something like this... and... and... I don't need it! I'm completely satisfied with the way things are between us!"

"Martin! Martin! Calm down! For the love of... There's no need for you to... Martin! I only meant that we lost time. We could have done some of this kinky stuff right form the start."

The grey-green eyes starred back at him.

"Really?" Martin asked unbelievingly.

"Really," Douglas purred and gave him a little peck on the lips. Martin's tongue darted out to chase the taste of the kiss on his own lips and Douglas' groin throbbed again. "I don't think of it as something permanent, but it could be exciting to spice certain things up... now and again."

"Yes... I would like that very much," Martin whispered. "You see... this man... he has been right, when he told me that the piercings would enhance the sensitivity on my nipples. I enjoy it very much when they're being played with."

Douglas gulped. A soft throbbing in his groin mutated to a constant low pulsing.

"Like licking?"

"Yes," Martin breathed.

"Biting?"

Martin nodded.

"Clamps?"

"Oh, yes," Martin groaned.

Douglas mouth went dry again.

"How about... imagine your little hard nubs... begging for attention... for my attention... and it's my choice and my choice only to please or to tease... to inflict pain on them or pleasure... I could drip hot wax on them until you're sobbing with need..."

Martin couldn't hold back any longer. He launched himself on Douglas and rubbed himself shamelessly against the other man.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He cried and pressed his jeans-clad erection against Douglas thigh like a man possessed.

(to be continued...)