Prompt: author's pick! Doc in lingerie getting ravished (it also has rimming)


The lace covering him felt strange, so unlike his normal underwear. Doc fought down a shiver, although he had to admit the room was nicely heated since Montagne had a tendency to get cold easily. Doc wasn't shy, but standing there in sheer lingerie would be pretty nerve-wracking if it wasn't for Montagne's amazed expression.

"Please, turn around, mon ange," Montagne asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Doc obliged, twirling slowly to show off his outfit. The flimsy black knickers came accompanied by an equally sheer bra, the small cups flat against his chest and the lace only partially hiding his pebbled nipples. Because Doc wasn't someone who half-assed anything, he finished the ensemble with a garter, stockings and high heeled shoes. Learning how to walk gracefully on those had taken practice and asking Twitch for help, but it had all been worth it just for the way Montagne looked at him when he'd come out of the bathroom like this, mouth open in shock.

Montagne put his hands on Doc's ass, caressing it with reverence before trailing his fingers over the garter belt. He hummed in appreciation, bending down for a kiss full of promise, brimming with barely contained passion.

"I see you liked my surprise then?" Doc couldn't help asking. Montagne's laugh tickled against his neck.

"You're going to lay on the bed and let me take care of you." Montagne didn't leave any room for rebuttals, already steering Doc toward the mattress.

Montagne loomed over him, claiming his mouth while his hands played with the lace covering his crotch. The trail of soft kisses going down his neck was often interrupted by Montagne coming back to claim his lips, all the while stroking over his ever increasing bulge.

"I think you got the wrong size, this barely covers you mon amour." Montagne emphasized his point grinding his hand on his erection. Doc's choked moan was exactly the reaction he was looking for.

Spreading his legs was the correct decision, since Montagne lay down on the space between them, bracketed by Doc's stocking clad legs. He kissed and licked the exposed skin, studiously avoiding the tent he had just been fondling seconds ago. It was delightful and pure torture. Doc complained uselessly, asking Montagne to please do something. His answer was an indulgent smile and a soft reassurance. Montagne's fingers slipped beneath his knees, hooking his legs over Montagne's shoulders. At last, he lavished attention where Doc wanted him to, placing wet, open mouthed kisses over his still covered cock. The fine fabric quickly dampened with a mix of his precum and Montagne's saliva, and while it felt wonderful, it wasn't nearly enough.

"Hmm, more Gilles," Doc pleaded, "I want more."

"More?" Montagne feigned surprise. He tugged the lacy piece of clothing aside, exposing his hole. "If you insist."

The first touch of the wet tongue against the pucker of muscle was a shock, but Doc quickly eased into it, moaning loudly as Montagne worked him open just with his devilish tongue. At the same time, Montagne grasped Doc's heavy and leaking cock, tugging at it slowly without ever stopping from lavishing attention to his entrance. At that moment, Doc could believe in the existence of a Deity, as he babbled his thanks to whatever god existed. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, driving the air out of him while he gasped in ecstasy. Montagne kept working on him all the while, prolonging the wonderful sensation until Doc couldn't see straight. The lace knickers were drenched with his release, sticking to his skin, but he couldn't summon the will to care.

"You look perfect like this, Gus," Montagne told him, kissing his thigh. A soft smile bloomed on Doc's face, as it always happened when Montagne got sentimental, which was surprisingly often.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you." Doc planned on showing Montagne how much he meant to him as well, and return the favour. He'd be damned if he was letting his lover go away unsatisfied.