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phantismaFandom: Leverage/White Collar
Title: We'll Do Penance
Pairing: Eliot Spencer/Neal Caffrey
Rating: NC-17, with a side of blasphemy
Word Count: 409
Summary: Neal Caffrey has something Eliot Spencer wants, and he invites Eliot to collect it while he's working another job. They have a unique payment plan.
A/Ns & Warnings: So...there was this priest in the lobby of my workplace today. I um...kinda have a thing for priests. And then Brain, ever so helpful, decided she needed Neal dressed as a priest....it kinda went down hill from there.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” Eliot says with a chuckle in his voice as he slips into the side of the confessional already occupied.
An eyebrow arches up over a quizzical blue eye and a smile tugs at the corners of a mouth that Eliot knows from experience is filled with words no priest would use in such a holy place.
“I’ll forgive you later, you have more sinning to do first.”
“You bring it?” Eliot asks, pressing up against Neal’s lithe body in the small space.
“You gonna pay for it?” Neal counters, his hand palming Eliot’s cock.
Eliot slides down to kneel, though there’s barely room for that and Neal rocks back a little, catching himself on the walls of the confessional. He’s already getting hard, his cock filling the priest’s pants that he stole from somewhere, and Eliot doesn’t really want to know why Neal’s dressed like a priest. It’s Neal, part of his game, part of the adventure. Eliot grins as he finally gets to flesh, licking a quick stripe over the head of Neal’s cock as it emerges from within, earning a shuddering gasp from Neal.
“Careful, Father, wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.” Eliot whispers, smirking as Neal looks down on him.
Just as Neal opens his mouth to say something, Eliot opens his and closes it around Neal’s dick and whatever words he’d been about to say were lost in a hushed whimper that Neal tries to swallow before it escapes. He doesn’t quite succeed. His hand drops from the wall to Eliot’s head, his fingers threading through his hair as Eliot drags his mouth up and off, then licks around the tip before sucking him back in.
He repeats the pattern until Neal’s fingers tighten and his hips thrust forward, making Eliot take him deeper. His orgasm comes fast, and Eliot swallows around him to milk him clean before he pulls his head back and tucks Neal back into his pants, grinning up at him.
Eliot stands, their bodies flush together, his own cock hard now and pressing into Neal’s leg. Neal’s hand slides into Eliot’s, filling his palm with a small package. Eliot slips it into his pocket and moves to step back. Neal smiles, his eyes flashing. “You want your change?”
He grins, licking his lips. “Bring it tonight. Bring the…costume.” He flicks a finger at the priest’s collar. “I’ll bring the flogger. We’ll do penance.”
Title: We'll Do Penance
Pairing: Eliot Spencer/Neal Caffrey
Rating: NC-17, with a side of blasphemy
Word Count: 409
Summary: Neal Caffrey has something Eliot Spencer wants, and he invites Eliot to collect it while he's working another job. They have a unique payment plan.
A/Ns & Warnings: So...there was this priest in the lobby of my workplace today. I um...kinda have a thing for priests. And then Brain, ever so helpful, decided she needed Neal dressed as a priest....it kinda went down hill from there.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” Eliot says with a chuckle in his voice as he slips into the side of the confessional already occupied.
An eyebrow arches up over a quizzical blue eye and a smile tugs at the corners of a mouth that Eliot knows from experience is filled with words no priest would use in such a holy place.
“I’ll forgive you later, you have more sinning to do first.”
“You bring it?” Eliot asks, pressing up against Neal’s lithe body in the small space.
“You gonna pay for it?” Neal counters, his hand palming Eliot’s cock.
Eliot slides down to kneel, though there’s barely room for that and Neal rocks back a little, catching himself on the walls of the confessional. He’s already getting hard, his cock filling the priest’s pants that he stole from somewhere, and Eliot doesn’t really want to know why Neal’s dressed like a priest. It’s Neal, part of his game, part of the adventure. Eliot grins as he finally gets to flesh, licking a quick stripe over the head of Neal’s cock as it emerges from within, earning a shuddering gasp from Neal.
“Careful, Father, wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.” Eliot whispers, smirking as Neal looks down on him.
Just as Neal opens his mouth to say something, Eliot opens his and closes it around Neal’s dick and whatever words he’d been about to say were lost in a hushed whimper that Neal tries to swallow before it escapes. He doesn’t quite succeed. His hand drops from the wall to Eliot’s head, his fingers threading through his hair as Eliot drags his mouth up and off, then licks around the tip before sucking him back in.
He repeats the pattern until Neal’s fingers tighten and his hips thrust forward, making Eliot take him deeper. His orgasm comes fast, and Eliot swallows around him to milk him clean before he pulls his head back and tucks Neal back into his pants, grinning up at him.
Eliot stands, their bodies flush together, his own cock hard now and pressing into Neal’s leg. Neal’s hand slides into Eliot’s, filling his palm with a small package. Eliot slips it into his pocket and moves to step back. Neal smiles, his eyes flashing. “You want your change?”
He grins, licking his lips. “Bring it tonight. Bring the…costume.” He flicks a finger at the priest’s collar. “I’ll bring the flogger. We’ll do penance.”
