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slashficletsTitle: Stopper
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Pairing: John Childermass/Henry Lascelles
Summary: Childermass resents that Lascelles affects him at all.
Word Count: 300
Rating: mature
Contains: Anger, manipulation, violent but consensual sexual relationship
Prompt: #21 Glass
Childermass wondered if Lascelles even noticed he had created a ritual between them. He bloody well should. It was always the same, and it irritated him that Lascelles expected to get what he wanted from him just by going through the motions.
The clink of the bottle head on the glass, the pouring of dark gold liquid. Lascelles's voice, droning on about something or other. He had a way of talking as if everything bored him, and nothing surprised him. It was amusing, of course; other people's pretensions were the most comical things; but it also made Childermass want to bring out Lascelles's other voice: low, intense, insistent. It made him want to do him violence; to become the center of his focus.
It was easy, really. But it annoyed him, nonetheless, to be made to want something.
He supposed he had known from the start what he had been summoned for today. Lascelles was in and out of Norrell's house daily; the excuse of needing to deliver confidential papers straight away was an obvious excuse. And now the man was leaning his hips on the edge of his desk, his tie just a little askew to show off a stretch of pale neck, and those lips moved, the flow of words ever closer to some diffident insult intended to raise his ire.
Childermass was not some whore to be called in whenever Mr Lascelles wanted someone to hold him down and fuck him, and yet…
...it worked.
Childermass didn't wait for him finish the ritual. He stepped up, grabbed that tie and tore it off in one motion, watching that heavy-lidded gaze shift into interest. He closed his hand around the bare throat and watched them grow hazy with want.
He should just walk away.
Maybe today he would.
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Pairing: John Childermass/Henry Lascelles
Summary: Childermass resents that Lascelles affects him at all.
Word Count: 300
Rating: mature
Contains: Anger, manipulation, violent but consensual sexual relationship
Prompt: #21 Glass
Childermass wondered if Lascelles even noticed he had created a ritual between them. He bloody well should. It was always the same, and it irritated him that Lascelles expected to get what he wanted from him just by going through the motions.
The clink of the bottle head on the glass, the pouring of dark gold liquid. Lascelles's voice, droning on about something or other. He had a way of talking as if everything bored him, and nothing surprised him. It was amusing, of course; other people's pretensions were the most comical things; but it also made Childermass want to bring out Lascelles's other voice: low, intense, insistent. It made him want to do him violence; to become the center of his focus.
It was easy, really. But it annoyed him, nonetheless, to be made to want something.
He supposed he had known from the start what he had been summoned for today. Lascelles was in and out of Norrell's house daily; the excuse of needing to deliver confidential papers straight away was an obvious excuse. And now the man was leaning his hips on the edge of his desk, his tie just a little askew to show off a stretch of pale neck, and those lips moved, the flow of words ever closer to some diffident insult intended to raise his ire.
Childermass was not some whore to be called in whenever Mr Lascelles wanted someone to hold him down and fuck him, and yet…
...it worked.
Childermass didn't wait for him finish the ritual. He stepped up, grabbed that tie and tore it off in one motion, watching that heavy-lidded gaze shift into interest. He closed his hand around the bare throat and watched them grow hazy with want.
He should just walk away.
Maybe today he would.
