Better Things to Do
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Title: Better Things to Do
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Owen Harper/Gwen Cooper
Rating: R
Kink: oral fixation
Warnings: PWP and nothing else
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card
“I can think of better things for you to do with that mouth,” Owen whispers, leaning over Gwen where she is seated at the conference table.
“What?” Gwen asks, as the pencil she has been mindlessly chewing on drops and bounces across the polished wood of the table, clattering to the floor.
“I’ve been watching you. You can’t go two minutes without wanting to put something in that pretty little mouth of yours,” Owen says, leaning in close and brushing his lips over Gwen’s ear.
“That’s not…” Gwen objects, before surveying the area in front of her. Pen caps with bite marks, candy wrappers, and pieces of already chewed gum scattered amongst the papers spread out in front of her. She flashes a gap-toothed smile and says, “You might have a point.”
Owen puts a finger to her lips to silence her and gasps when she sucks on the digit, lightly dragging her teeth across the as she releases it. “It’s not just this, you know. You chew up drinking straws and foam cups, run your tongue over your teeth when you’re thinking. You chew your fingernails when you’re nervous and bite your thumb when you’re distracted.”
Owen moves in closer to capture Gwen’s mouth with his own, nipping gently at her lower lip and nudging her teeth apart. When Owen pushes his tongue against her teeth Gwen quickly open her mouth and sucks Owen’s tongue into her mouth. Owen is startled by the movement and shudders at the sensation, pushing his tongue in further. He moans as Gwen slides her hands under his t-shirt and up the front of his body. Pushing the fabric up and out of the way Gwen leans her head back and releases Owen, causing him to stumble slightly. She turns around, forcing him back against the table as she trails a line of kisses down his chin and neck, pausing to push the shirt completely off, before continuing down his chest.
Gwen stops to swirl her tongue around each nipple and to nip at the hard buds of flesh before continuing. She kisses and bites the skin of Owen’s stomach and pushes her tongue into his belly button. Owen steadies himself against the table, knocking papers and cups to the floor, oblivious of the mess he creates. Gwen kisses across his hips and licks a stripe just above his waistband as she settles onto her knees. Owen gazes down at her, transfixed, as Gwen bites at the button of his jeans and takes the fob of the zipper in her teeth and slowly lowering it. Owen becomes impatient and pushes the denim down to his ankles. Gwen looks up at him through her eyelashes before leaning forward to take the elastic of his boxers in her teeth and pulling them down to expose his straining cock.
Gwen kisses along the underside of Owen’s erection, swirls her tongue over the exposed head. As she takes him into her mouth Owen pants and whispers, “Like I said, I can think of better things for you to do with that mouth.”
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