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OriSor Fanfiction. Title: Falling into the trap
Title: Falling into the trap
Fandom: OriSor
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word count: 3677
Beta: P.S.
Warnings: Mild bondage, anal sex.
Summary: Perhaps Damien’s body was being more sensitive than usual, but that almost smirk on Ori’s face said a different story.What was his hand even doing there?
Perhaps Damien’s body was being more sensitive than usual, but that almost smirk on Ori’s face said a different story. A few meters from where they sat, Mina finished fumbling with the Camera and directed the rest of the guys helping with the shoot so they were ready. The touch was gone before Damien could tell Ori to stop. He just hadn´t been able to, Ori stopped every time he was going to call him out on what he was doing.
They had been at this the last few hours and it wasn’t the first time that Ori touched him. It wasn’t so much as a coincidence as something the fucker was doing on purpose. He had been doing it over and over again in those three or four hours they had been working. Damien shifted between Ori’s legs to the next pose. There it was again, it was just his thumb, just for a second tracing Damien’s inner thigh.
What was his hand even doing there?
Damien pushed him and posed again. Flash. They pose… wait, did Ori just grind against his ass? It had been, like all the other touches barely there. Not long enough for Damien to actually complain. It’s not like everyone else around them would notice. The touches were a private show. Something Ori had prepared just for his “cosband”.
At first, Damien dismissed them. Ori is touchy-feely and playful after all. After the second change of scenario, Damien was suspecting this wasn’t Ori being just playful. By now, that they were finishing the third, he was absolutely certain that the tingly sensations around his balls weren’t an accident.
Moreover, not only were they were planned, Ori was trying really hard to keep it a secret, to keep him on edge without anyone noticing.
The casual way Ori’s hand closed around his wrist and the thumb pressed against the inner part of his wrist softly and then traced up his arm. The way his knuckles pressed against his butt candidly as they stood up to get to the next pose. The way his breath with a faint tinge of tobacco and mint closed on Damien’s neck. Or the way Ori’s traced his back, ribs, sometimes his calf. Maybe it wasn’t that his body was so sensitive today, it was because Ori had been doing it over and over again for all three hours, the big hand tracing his ribs. The kisses, that weren’t exactly as gentle and chaste as they usually were.
Damien pushed Ori away as discretely as he could. Just to try and communicate that he was at his limit. So Ori would know that he got the message but he would like to pause that for another time, for a more appropriate time.
“Ah, let’s eat something.” Mina suggested. “I think we got some good ones, guys!” She said as she went to take a seat in the camera’s screen to show them what she got.
Ori leaned forward, his chest felt hot, enveloping his back. If Damien had been a bit less distracted he would have listened to the camera on Marija’s phone go off and snap a photo. But he didn’t realize that had happened because Ori decided that, that was the best moment to express his opinion on the photos. By Damien’s ear. With the deepest tone he could muster and still be casual about what he was saying.
“Okay, so that’s it.” Mina chimed, turning off the camera and turning to face the rest of the guys. “Hey, help me set up in the ball room.” She turned around to them. Damien was standing up, if Ori kept it as he had been doing, he felt like he’d just have take the man against the first surface he could find. “You put on some street clothes because I don’t want you messing up your costumes.” Then she added in a higher voice so everyone could hear, “Then we go to grab a bite around the corner”
Some of them nodded and Damian went for his stuff. Pulled the tee he had been wearing while they walked to location, the pair of black jeans.
While the others walked through the door, Damien considered his options. He needed to get the upper hand, to stop Ori from keeping this up. He had to be quick if he wanted this to work, so he waited until the door was closed behind the others before pulling Ori by the sides of his brown Jacket.
Giggling, Ori leaned to push a kiss against Damien’s temple. Clicking his tongue Damian pushed Ori towards the sofa.
“So I DID get to you?” Ori mocks as he feels his brown Jacket slide down his upper arms and the back of his calves to hit the seat of the couch they’ve been using for the shoot. Damien pushes him once more before Ori could tell what he was planning, making him lose his footing.
“Oh… so you WERE doing it on purpose.” Damien said straddling Ori before he could react.
“Mhhh… I’m guessing it worked” Ori whispered, Damien leaning forward to lie over him.
“Fucker.” Damien groaned pushing his hips to make Ori feel exactly how much it had worked. Ori laughed and Damien repeated, “Fucker.”
Ori made an attempt to sit up and kiss him. But Damien pushed Ori down with a hand on the middle of his chest, digging the harness into Ori’s skin just a little, rejecting the touch of their lips.
“Aren’t we supposed to be professionals, old man?” Damien asked as he wiggled on top of Ori.
“You were very professional, Damien, not letting it show…” Ori laughed and tried to lift his hand to pull the other into a kiss but realizing that Damien had bested him.
“Fuck you.”
“Gladly,” Ori taunts, smirking, “If only you let me…”
He was cut short by a kiss that finally came. It wasn’t more than a flutter before Damien sat up again. Starting to speak he reached behind his butt and his hand slithered between Ori’s legs. His fingers closed around the blond’s balls.
“I don’t think Mina will appreciate if we stain the uniforms before…” His voice stopped as Ori rolled his hips up, moving the fingers around his balls. Damien sighed before continuing, “…we finish the shoot.”
“I think, we can photoshop any stains resulting from this” Ori said trying to pull his arms from the jacket that kept them immobile at the sides of his body. If the Jacket had been a bit higher he would be at least able to bend his arms, but since Damien had pulled it down to under his elbows, most of his arms were useless. The fingertips tightened a bit against Ori’s crotch, making him gasp softly.
“See you want it too…” Ori sighed with a conceited grin on his face.
“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” Damien teased leaning forward, both of his hands now on Ori’s belly. He traced the nuances of Ori’s muscles behind the white fabric with his fingertips, being especially careful with those spots that made Ori shiver.
“C'mon…” Ori gritted between his teeth, rolling his hips up. Damien’s hips reciprocated and both of their breathings got a bit more ragged.
Damien’s fingers finally got to his man’s neck and held him firmly. Not to choke him, just to take what he wanted, the way he wanted it. So he pushed himself up on his knees and put his mouth to Ori’s. Pulling back when the other wanted to go at a pace that wasn’t what Damien sought.
When Damien pulled apart after a few minutes they were both panting softly. Ori struggled a bit to try and turn the things around, but Damien sat on him again impeding his movement. “Please…” Ori asked.
“Yo–” the word died in Damien’s throat when a faint knock fell on their ears.
“Guys! We’re ready when you are?” Mina’s voice seeped through the door.
“I guess we ran out of time.” Damien sighed getting altogether away from Ori and the couch.
The frustration that crept into Ori’s face, made his partner think triumphantly that he had one-upped the bastard. What escaped from Damien’s attention was the change from that frustration to realization, that two can play the game. Damien changed into his clothes leaving the costume hanging perfectly and ready to be reused. He ignored Ori, even if he wanted to take a peek at the body he was starting to know better and better.
He was going to go toward the door when Damien felt Ori’s hand pull him and in an instant he was against the wall with Ori standing so close over him. Damien’s head went blank as Ori pushed his knee between his thighs. The door opened then and both parted.
“I’m sorry guys I think I left my phone here” Mina entered the room without looking around just bee-lining for the place where she had seen her phone. “Oh you’re ready. Let’s go then” She says after grabbing her cell phone and turning around.
Damien smirked before following Mina out.
——
Lunch was kind of tortuous. Not for Damien though. He was enjoying very much having the edge now, and the dirty looks Ori shot him when he thought no one was looking. They went back to location after eating. Damien put Mina as a buffer between him and Ori, trying to hide his smirk by biting his lip.
“Okay,” Mina talked to everyone, “Since you’re all looking pretty sleepy, let’s take fifteen minutes to rest then we continue….” she said pulling her phone out again “I have to make some calls anyway…” She muttered to herself turning away from everyone. “You guys get into your costumes again!” She added as an afterthought.
Ori led the way to the room in which they left the uniforms. Damien felt the faint prickle of foreboding, nesting at the base of his neck, as they walked into the room. But nothing happened. Ori went to his costume and started getting ready.
It was kind of frustrating, after all the teasing under the table. Very anticlimactic, the way how they acted as though nothing happened, not Damien’s foot teasing Ori’s calf or the intense three minute make out session in a restroom stall…
“You know Damien,” Ori says taking

Результаты (русский) 1:

Я носок кукольныйИзломы, СНК, манга, больше изломы, напыщенно о письменной форме и бессонница.ЗАДАТЬ РАССТОЯНИЕ ДО ~ АРХИВOriSor фанфики. Название: Попасть в ловушкуНазвание: Попасть в ловушкуФэндом: OriSorРейтинг: NC-17Жанр: PWPКоличество слов: 3677Бета: ПостскриптумПредупреждения: Мягкая кабалу, Анальный секс. Резюме: Возможно Дамьен в тело в настоящее время более чувствительны, чем обычно, но это почти ухмылка на Ори в лицо говорит совсем другая история. Его рука даже делал там?Возможно Дамьен в тело в настоящее время более чувствительны, чем обычно, но это почти ухмылка на Ори в лицо говорит совсем другая история. В нескольких метрах от где они сидели, Мина закончил возится с камерой и направлены остальные ребята, помогая с стрелять, чтобы они были готовы. Touch ушел прежде чем Дамьен мог сказать Ori остановить. Он просто hadn´t смогла, Ори остановлено каждый раз, когда он будет называть его на то, что он делает. Они были на этом последние несколько часов и это не в первый раз, что Ori коснулся его. Это было не так много, как совпадение как нечто, что ублюдок делал по назначению. Он делал это снова и снова в эти три или четыре часа, когда они работали. Дамьен смещается между ног Ори в следующий позы. Там он был снова, он был просто палец, просто второй трассировки Дамьен внутренний бедра.Его рука даже делал там?Damien pushed him and posed again. Flash. They pose… wait, did Ori just grind against his ass? It had been, like all the other touches barely there. Not long enough for Damien to actually complain. It’s not like everyone else around them would notice. The touches were a private show. Something Ori had prepared just for his “cosband”.At first, Damien dismissed them. Ori is touchy-feely and playful after all. After the second change of scenario, Damien was suspecting this wasn’t Ori being just playful. By now, that they were finishing the third, he was absolutely certain that the tingly sensations around his balls weren’t an accident.Moreover, not only were they were planned, Ori was trying really hard to keep it a secret, to keep him on edge without anyone noticing.The casual way Ori’s hand closed around his wrist and the thumb pressed against the inner part of his wrist softly and then traced up his arm. The way his knuckles pressed against his butt candidly as they stood up to get to the next pose. The way his breath with a faint tinge of tobacco and mint closed on Damien’s neck. Or the way Ori’s traced his back, ribs, sometimes his calf. Maybe it wasn’t that his body was so sensitive today, it was because Ori had been doing it over and over again for all three hours, the big hand tracing his ribs. The kisses, that weren’t exactly as gentle and chaste as they usually were.Damien pushed Ori away as discretely as he could. Just to try and communicate that he was at his limit. So Ori would know that he got the message but he would like to pause that for another time, for a more appropriate time.“Ah, let’s eat something.” Mina suggested. “I think we got some good ones, guys!” She said as she went to take a seat in the camera’s screen to show them what she got.Ori leaned forward, his chest felt hot, enveloping his back. If Damien had been a bit less distracted he would have listened to the camera on Marija’s phone go off and snap a photo. But he didn’t realize that had happened because Ori decided that, that was the best moment to express his opinion on the photos. By Damien’s ear. With the deepest tone he could muster and still be casual about what he was saying.“Okay, so that’s it.” Mina chimed, turning off the camera and turning to face the rest of the guys. “Hey, help me set up in the ball room.” She turned around to them. Damien was standing up, if Ori kept it as he had been doing, he felt like he’d just have take the man against the first surface he could find. “You put on some street clothes because I don’t want you messing up your costumes.” Then she added in a higher voice so everyone could hear, “Then we go to grab a bite around the corner”Some of them nodded and Damian went for his stuff. Pulled the tee he had been wearing while they walked to location, the pair of black jeans.While the others walked through the door, Damien considered his options. He needed to get the upper hand, to stop Ori from keeping this up. He had to be quick if he wanted this to work, so he waited until the door was closed behind the others before pulling Ori by the sides of his brown Jacket.Giggling, Ori leaned to push a kiss against Damien’s temple. Clicking his tongue Damian pushed Ori towards the sofa.“So I DID get to you?” Ori mocks as he feels his brown Jacket slide down his upper arms and the back of his calves to hit the seat of the couch they’ve been using for the shoot. Damien pushes him once more before Ori could tell what he was planning, making him lose his footing.“Oh… so you WERE doing it on purpose.” Damien said straddling Ori before he could react.“Mhhh… I’m guessing it worked” Ori whispered, Damien leaning forward to lie over him.“Fucker.” Damien groaned pushing his hips to make Ori feel exactly how much it had worked. Ori laughed and Damien repeated, “Fucker.”Ori made an attempt to sit up and kiss him. But Damien pushed Ori down with a hand on the middle of his chest, digging the harness into Ori’s skin just a little, rejecting the touch of their lips.“Aren’t we supposed to be professionals, old man?” Damien asked as he wiggled on top of Ori.“You were very professional, Damien, not letting it show…” Ori laughed and tried to lift his hand to pull the other into a kiss but realizing that Damien had bested him.“Fuck you.”“Gladly,” Ori taunts, smirking, “If only you let me…”He was cut short by a kiss that finally came. It wasn’t more than a flutter before Damien sat up again. Starting to speak he reached behind his butt and his hand slithered between Ori’s legs. His fingers closed around the blond’s balls.“I don’t think Mina will appreciate if we stain the uniforms before…” His voice stopped as Ori rolled his hips up, moving the fingers around his balls. Damien sighed before continuing, “…we finish the shoot.”“I think, we can photoshop any stains resulting from this” Ori said trying to pull his arms from the jacket that kept them immobile at the sides of his body. If the Jacket had been a bit higher he would be at least able to bend his arms, but since Damien had pulled it down to under his elbows, most of his arms were useless. The fingertips tightened a bit against Ori’s crotch, making him gasp softly.“See you want it too…” Ori sighed with a conceited grin on his face.“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” Damien teased leaning forward, both of his hands now on Ori’s belly. He traced the nuances of Ori’s muscles behind the white fabric with his fingertips, being especially careful with those spots that made Ori shiver.“C'mon…” Ori gritted between his teeth, rolling his hips up. Damien’s hips reciprocated and both of their breathings got a bit more ragged.Damien’s fingers finally got to his man’s neck and held him firmly. Not to choke him, just to take what he wanted, the way he wanted it. So he pushed himself up on his knees and put his mouth to Ori’s. Pulling back when the other wanted to go at a pace that wasn’t what Damien sought.
When Damien pulled apart after a few minutes they were both panting softly. Ori struggled a bit to try and turn the things around, but Damien sat on him again impeding his movement. “Please…” Ori asked.
“Yo–” the word died in Damien’s throat when a faint knock fell on their ears.
“Guys! We’re ready when you are?” Mina’s voice seeped through the door.
“I guess we ran out of time.” Damien sighed getting altogether away from Ori and the couch.
The frustration that crept into Ori’s face, made his partner think triumphantly that he had one-upped the bastard. What escaped from Damien’s attention was the change from that frustration to realization, that two can play the game. Damien changed into his clothes leaving the costume hanging perfectly and ready to be reused. He ignored Ori, even if he wanted to take a peek at the body he was starting to know better and better.
He was going to go toward the door when Damien felt Ori’s hand pull him and in an instant he was against the wall with Ori standing so close over him. Damien’s head went blank as Ori pushed his knee between his thighs. The door opened then and both parted.
“I’m sorry guys I think I left my phone here” Mina entered the room without looking around just bee-lining for the place where she had seen her phone. “Oh you’re ready. Let’s go then” She says after grabbing her cell phone and turning around.
Damien smirked before following Mina out.
——
Lunch was kind of tortuous. Not for Damien though. He was enjoying very much having the edge now, and the dirty looks Ori shot him when he thought no one was looking. They went back to location after eating. Damien put Mina as a buffer between him and Ori, trying to hide his smirk by biting his lip.
“Okay,” Mina talked to everyone, “Since you’re all looking pretty sleepy, let’s take fifteen minutes to rest then we continue….” she said pulling her phone out again “I have to make some calls anyway…” She muttered to herself turning away from everyone. “You guys get into your costumes again!” She added as an afterthought.
Ori led the way to the room in which they left the uniforms. Damien felt the faint prickle of foreboding, nesting at the base of his neck, as they walked into the room. But nothing happened. Ori went to his costume and started getting ready.
It was kind of frustrating, after all the teasing under the table. Very anticlimactic, the way how they acted as though nothing happened, not Damien’s foot teasing Ori’s calf or the intense three minute make out session in a restroom stall…
“You know Damien,” Ori says taking

Результаты (русский) 3:

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orisor fanfiction.название: в ловушку
название: в ловушку
фан - движения: orisor
рейтинг: nc-17
жанр: pwp
слова граф: 3 677 должностей
бета - версии: P.S.
предупреждения: мягкая кабалу, анальный секс.
резюме: возможно, дэмиан орган был более чувствительным, чем обычно,но, что почти ухмылкой на лице говорит маори, другая история. как его рука еще здесь делаешь?
, возможно, дэмиан орган был более чувствительным, чем обычно, но это почти ухмылкой на лице маори, говорит о другом.в нескольких метрах от места, где они сидели, мина закончил обжиматься с камерой и в остальных ребят помочь с стрелять, чтобы они были готовы.только не было до того, как дэмиен мог сказать, ори остановиться.он даже не смог, ори не каждый раз, когда он собирался позвонить ему на то, что он делает."они были на несколько часов, и это было не в первый раз, что маори, коснулся его.это было не так много, как совпадение, как то, что он делал на цели.он делал это снова и снова в этих трех или четырех часов они работали.дэмиен переход между ног на следующем представляют маори.там было еще раз, это было просто его палец, на секунду отслеживания дэмиен - внутренняя сторона бедра.
что руку даже там делает?
дэмиен толкнул его и задали снова.молния.они создают... подождите, а есть просто измельчить в отношении его задницу?это было,как и все другие затрагивает почти там.не достаточно, чтобы дэмиен действительно жалуются.это не так, как все вокруг их заметили.эта касается были частной вечеринки.что - то из подготовил только для его "cosband".
сначала дэмиен отклонил их.ори - осязаемой и игровой после того, как все.после второй смены сценариядемиан был подозревать это не ори, просто играть.теперь, чтобы они заканчивали третий, он был абсолютно уверен в том, что дрожишь ощущения вокруг его яйца не случайность. ", кроме того, они не только были запланированы, ори пытался очень тяжело держать это в тайне, чтобы держать его на краю и никто не заметил.
есть путь из руки сомкнуты запястье и палец нажал на внутреннюю часть его запястье мягко, а затем проследил его руку.путь его костяшках выдвинуты против его задницу откровенно, как они встали, чтобы добраться до следующего создают.как его дыхание с слабый оттенок табака и мята закрыт на шее, дэмиен.или как ори пробило его обратно, ребер, иногда его тельца.возможно, это была не в том, что его тело было таким чувствительным сегодня, это потому, что маори, делали это снова и снова, за все три часа, большие руки отслеживания ему ребра.поцелуи, которые были не совсем как нежная и целомудренная, поскольку они, как правило, являются.
дэмиен толкнул маори подальше, как вскользь, как он.просто попробуй и сообщить, что он был в его предел.так, маори, будет знать, что он получил сообщение, однако он хотел бы сделать паузу, чтобы еще раз, для более подходящего времени.
"ах, давай съедим что - нибудь." мина предложила."я думаю, что у нас есть хорошие ребята!"она говорит, что она пошла занять место в камеру, экран, чтобы показать им, что она есть.
маори, наклонился вперед, груди было жарко, окутала его обратно.если дэмиен был чуть меньше отвлекаться, он бы прислушался к камере по мария телефон уйти и привязать фотографии.но он не понимал, что произошло, потому что маори, решил, что это лучший момент, чтобы выразить свое мнение по фотографии.с помощью дэмиен ухо.с глубочайшим тон, он может проявить и по - прежнему casual, о чем он говорил.
"в порядке, так что это мина продолжил,".