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Title: Falling For The First Time
Author: pixel
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Horatio decides that Speed needs a keeper, slight spoilers for Lost Son, but I'm still in denial about that so no character death, basically this is porn, so don't go looking for any actual plot.
Summary: Horatio decides that what Speed really needs is a keeper, and he's just the man for the job.

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Horatio moves behind Speed, letting his hands settle gently on the other man's waist. He's having a hard time believing that he's actually doing this; that he's letting himself have what he's wanted for so long, that tonight Speed will finally be his.


He'd lusted after Speed from the first day he'd seen him in the lab, but he'd never intended to do anything about it. There were just too many reasons it was a bad idea, and not just because Speed worked for him, though it was a major concern. That, in itself, wouldn't have been enough to stop him, what really held him back was the thought that Speed wouldn't be able to handle it, wouldn't surrender the way Horatio needed him to. Even when he'd come to know the younger man, and lust had grown into deeper feelings, he'd continued to deny himself. Falling in love with Speed was asking for trouble, so he did his best to pretend it wasn't happening.


Years of Speed watching had convinced Horatio that he did have the potential to be as submissive as Horatio had always fantasised. On the surface he was all sarcasm and prickles, ready to argue with anyone and everyone; but push the right buttons, give orders in just the right way, and the younger man would display an almost instant deference that never failed to tempt. Unfortunately it was equally obvious that he didn't have the first clue he was doing it, there was an air of innocence about his actions, and that was what made Horatio decide he was off limits.


It had been so hard keeping his hands to himself, when he itched to hold the younger man, to taste him, mark him, brand him; but Horatio was used to denying himself, was used to wanting what he could never have and spending all his nights alone. And when it got to be too much, he found a willing body in some back street club, and lost himself for an hour or two in sweat and pain and lust.


Then two months ago, he'd had to watch in horror as Speed bled and moaned on a jewellery shop floor; had to face the fact that Speed had come within an inch of dying, and that had hit Horatio as hard as any bullet. It still might not have been enough to force his hand, but then Calleigh had come to him and told him about Speed's gun.


It hadn't worked because the firing pin had snapped, and whilst that might not have been Speed's fault, the fact that the gun was dirty and uncared for definitely was. Even worse was the fact that Speed didn't seem to see a problem, this beautiful, brilliant man, who cared so much about the job, for the victims that came to them for help, seemed to care nothing for himself. That made everything change, what Timothy Speedle needed was a keeper and Horatio Caine was volunteering for the job.


He'd been forced to wait through the long weeks of Speed's hospital stay and convalescence, but he hadn't let that time go to waste. Visiting the younger man whenever he could, invading his personal space, getting him used to them being together. He'd lain on the bed, reading passages from Speed's favourite books and fed him treats from his fingers, relishing all the tiny intimacies; knowing they were helping get Speed ready for what was to come.


But tomorrow Speed was returning to work and Horatio was damned if he was going to let him walk into the office unmarked; by the time he stepped into the lab, he was going to be owned, body and soul. So they'd spent a leisurely dinner, flirting and talking, before walking hand in hand on the beach like a pair of courting teenagers, and now Horatio had Speed in his home and it was time to show him that this was where he belonged.


He had to be gentle, had to go slow, or panic would overcome lust and he'd lose any chance he had. Licking his way up Speed's neck, nibbling gently at the edge of his jaw, the touch too soft to mark the way he longed to; but it was enough to break the younger man's control, his head dropped back to rest against Horatio's shoulder and he let out a strangled moan.


This was the beginning of the surrender he needed, so it was time to step things up a bit, reaching around Speeds body, he worked the buttons of his shirt loose one by one, then pulled back just enough to let the material slide to the floor. The fastenings on the too tight jeans were next, and Horatio tugged them down, letting them puddle round Speed's ankles; moving to stand face to face and pulling gently on Speed's hands, urging him to step free of the discarded clothing.


Horatio let one hand come up and cup Speed's face, leaning in so that their lips almost touched, but instead of the kiss, he knew the other man was expecting, he instead spoke for the first time since they'd entered his house, just one word "Kneel," breathed across his lover's lips. This was the first real test, he was sure he'd read Speed right, but this would tell him for sure.


It was everything he'd hoped for, Speed dropped almost instantly to the floor, his body instinctively reacting to the order long before his mind could process what was going on. His eyes were fixed to the ground, but at this point that was more likely to be from nerves rather than submission, and his body was wracked with tiny tremors, partly fear, partly need.


It had to be hard on the younger man, to be so vulnerable, to kneel naked and open on the floor, whilst Horatio towered above him fully clothed, but that was the point of the exercise, and despite his fear Speed made no move to get away or to question Horatio. It wasn't quite enough, Horatio needed to dispel the tattered remnants of Speed's control, before the fear overwhelmed him and the moment was lost.


Dropping down onto the chair, he let his knees bracket Speed's body, holding him in place, then allowed his hands to rest heavily on Speed's shoulder's for a few moments before beginning a slow gentle massage. As his fingers flexed and gripped the too tense neck, Horatio kept up an endless litany of words, "Beautiful.....perfect....feels so good......such a pretty boy..... don't move.... just feel......so fucking perfect......my beautiful boy....." His voice was a low growl, just loud enough for Speed to hear, but really it wasn't the words that mattered, so much as the tone and combined with his increasingly possessive touch, it seemed to be doing the job.


He could literally see the tension leaving Speed's body, the muscles relaxing and the fear disappearing as his lover started to fall. Speed tried shake it off just once, uttering a strained "Oh god H...." But Horatio simply hushed him and went back to work. It was killing him to go this slow, to coax and seduce instead of just grabbing Speed and taking everything he wanted, but this first time he had to restrain himself, if he did this right, there'd be a hundred other nights to come. Besides there was a special thrill to doing this, knowing that he was seeing Speed as no-one else ever had, teaching Speed to enjoy this new side of himself was worth him having to exercise a little self-control.


Horatio uses one hand to tilt Speed's head up; now the only thing he can see in his lover's eyes, is a desperate desire, and that's what he's been waiting for. Leaning in he gives Speed the kiss he'd denied him earlier, loving the way the younger man surrenders to him, opening his mouth wide to accommodate Horatio's tongue, letting the older man dominate the kiss in every way.


All to soon Horatio needs more, needs to touch and tease and watch his lover fall apart for him, but the living room floor isn't the place for that, so he reluctantly pulls away and gets to his feet, smirking a little when he hears the groan of disappointment that falls from Speed's lips at the loss of contact.


For a moment he considers ordering the younger man to crawl into the bedroom, the thought of watching that perfect ass bob and weave as Speed crosses the floor is a temptation it's hard to deny. But deep down he knows that would be a case of too much too soon, so regretfully, he reaches down and helps Speed to his feet.


Pulling him close, letting Speed's naked body rest hard against his own, Horatio grinds against him, just enough so that Speed can feel how aroused he is. One last kiss leaves them both panting and desperate, then Horatio once again grips Speed tight around the neck, guiding him into the bedroom and up onto the bed.

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Horatio's hands never stop moving as he manoeuvres Speed into position, gentle caresses up and down his lover's body. Not trying to arouse him further; just gentling him, steadying him. Finally Speed is lying exactly as he wants him, on his back, propped up against the pillows.


He draws back a little, letting his gaze sweep over the younger man, thinking he's never seen anything quite so beautiful as Timothy Speedle splayed out on his bed. Flushed with desire, his cock literally weeping with need, open to anything Horatio wants to do to him. That could be a problem, Speed is right on the verge, and he knows that his lover won't last long once he is touched. That isn't how he plans the night to go, so he decides that what Speed really needs is a little something to take the edge off.


He stops his movements, and sits back, waiting for Speed to look at him. When those slumberous eyes finally lift and their gazes meet; he whispers, "Touch yourself for me; let me see you." Those oh so expressive eyes clamp shut, and a bright blush floods Speed's face, but he doesn't say no.


Tentatively at first, his hands begin to move, one going to his chest, the other lower, circling his cock; but not touching it. Horatio is spellbound, he settles in at the foot of the bed, wanting to enjoy the show. He keeps one hand on Speed; just a light grip around his ankle, making sure he doesn't forget Horatio is there.


It's incredible to watch, Speed is beginning to forget his nervousness now, is letting himself fall into the need. Forgetting that he's on display, that Horatio is watching his every move. Those elegant hands are moving faster now, pinching at his own nipples, cupping and rolling his balls. Soft moans falling from his lips as he lets himself enjoy his own touch.


All too soon he reaches the point of no return, muscles straining and tensing as he rushes towards release. He's lost in his own world, and Horatio needs to draw him back just a little, "Speed." No response, he isn't even sure the man has noticed him speak, so he reaches up and lets one hand circle the base of his lover's cock, denying him the release he craves.


"Speed." This time he knows he was heard, as Speed forces his eyes half open and stares at him. He could see the need there, the want, but he makes himself ignore the wordless pleas; he wants Speed to understand that he is going to cum because Horatio wants him to. Needs Speed to acknowledge who has control here.


The younger man strains against Horatio's restraining grip, but finds no escape. Desperation showing in his eyes, and finally he speaks; his voice tiny and quiet, "H.....please.... I need.....Please Horatio..." It was enough, another night he'd make the man wait, force him to know the exquisite pain of denied release; but for now he had what he wanted. "Let go for me... let me see you cum for me.... Now Speed..."


He withdraws his own hand and sits back, in seconds it's over. Speed's hand almost vicious as he yanks and tugs and forces himself over the edge. Horatio's name falling from his lips as his orgasm rips through him. Speed lays panting and heaving on the bed, too replete to really notice what is going on. Horatio quickly sheds his own clothes, taking advantage of his lover's distraction.


He crawls up the bed, content to just rest for a moment and wait for Speed to come back to himself. As the younger man's body stills beneath him; Horatio steals a quick kiss, before drawing his tongue down Speed's chest. Lapping at the sticky mess left by his lover's release, enjoying his first real taste of the other man. He gathers what was left onto two crooked fingers and presses them to his lover's lips.


Speed doesn't hesitate, just opens his mouth and sucks them inside. Swirling and curling his tongue around them; suckling them clean, and swallowing every precious drop. Watching Speed's cheeks hollow around his fingers, in a parody of a far more intimate act, is Horatio's undoing. Growling low in his throat, he pulls his hand away and grinds their mouths together.


He feels Speed's arms come up and wrap around his body, and just for a moment he accepts the embrace and lets his lover hold him tight. He shifts a little, settling more firmly into the cradle of Speed's thighs. Then runs his hands the length of the other man's arms, ending up with a firm hold on his wrists. Drawing their joined hands up to the headboard, he's gratified to see Speeds hands curl around the slats, without having to be told to.


He tightens his grip enough to cause a tiny flare of pain; and uses his thumbs to trace circles on the straining tendons of Speed's wrists. Leaning down to capture his lover's mouth again, feeling the other man begin to come alive for him. His cock starting to fill and rise again as it presses against Horatio's own.


Rising up on his arms Horatio takes a lingering look at Speed's lust filled face and finally lets himself go. Working his way down his lover's body, exploring it, learning every beautiful inch. He worries at a hardening nipple; letting his teeth bite and mark, before pulling back and just staring in pleasure at the reddened nub. Symmetry demands he offer up the same treatment to the other side and he happily bends to the task.


Speed is starting to move under him, to writhe and twist on the covers; but Horatio's weight holds him down, forces him to take only what his lover wants him to have and no more. Horatio's drags his nails down Speed's chest, knowing he's leaving behind marks that would show for days. He delves his tongue into Speed's belly button, swirling it round before licking a path further down.


Bypassing Speed's cock entirely, he nips and scratches at sensitive inner thighs, leaving no patch of skin untouched as he works his way down one leg and up the other. Taking note somewhere in the back of his mind of which spots make Speed's body arch against him, and which force moans from his lover's lips.


When he makes it back to the juncture of Speed's thighs, he nuzzles briefly at his balls, before sucking them into his mouth. He lets his teeth close round them, not biting the sensitive flesh; just a gentle pressured warning, forcing Speed's body to still beneath him.


Reaching toward the nightstand, he grabs the lube he'd left there earlier and squeezes some on his hand. Releasing Speed's balls, he allowed just the tip of the other man's cock to slip into his mouth as he pushes a finger inside his lover for the first time.


Horatio licks a broad stripe up the length of Speed's cock, before dipping his tongue into the tiny slit at the tip, using his lover's distraction to add a second finger. He slicks and stretches his lover just enough to take him, whilst continuing to tease Speed's cock with tiny licks and kisses.


When he's sure Speed was ready for him, he pulls back and just rests his cock at his lover's entrance. When Speed realises he's stopped, he tries to push up, to impale himself on Horatio's cock, but strong hands hold his hips down on the bed. "What do you want Speed?" Much as he longs to bury himself inside his lover, he manages to hold back.


"H... please....need you... please Horatio."


So hard to hang onto his control, but he needs just a little more. "What do you want?" He punctuates the words with a tiny movement, almost pushing the tip of his cock inside.


"Oh god... need you... please Horatio...want your cock inside me...pleeeeease H just do it....fuck me...."


That's what he wanted, what he needed to hear. Speed's words break off into a strangled scream and his body arches up off the bed as Horatio plunges inside. Holding himself still for just one second, balls to ass, before starting to move.


He batters Speed's prostate with every thrust, holding nothing back now. And Speed surrenders everything, an endless babble of pleas falling from his lips. "Harder...more...deeper....please H......want you....need you." Speed's body is every bit as tight and hot as Horatio had always dreamed it would be. There's nothing gentle about him now, he's driving into Speed with all his strength; too turned on to restrain himself any more.


As Speed begins to flex and clench around his cock, Horatio knows that neither of them can last much longer, so he holds Speed's eyes one last time and orders the other man to cum for him. Watching closely for the moment Speed succumbs, he lowers his head and bites deep into the hard muscles at the base of his lover's neck as he finds his own release.


He's not broken the skin, but he came close. The reddened bite stands out in stark contrast to Speed's pale chest, and he knows that Speed will be feeling the after effects of this for days to come. Letting his eyes sweep down the length of Speed's dazed body, he can see that he's barely left an inch unmarked. If he doesn't want to answer awkward questions Speed will have to avoid the showers at work for a while.


As his sated lassitude begins to wear off, Speed makes a move to get out of the bed, mumbling something about cleaning up. But when Horatio stops him with a simple, "No." he settles back down easily enough. And after a minute or two of gentle petting, he drifts off to sleep.


Once he's sure Speed won't be disturbed, Horatio spoons up behind him, slipping his cock back inside his lover. He wants Speed to wake up to the feeling of being stretched wide around him. Wants the first thing Speed feels in the morning to be his possessive touch.


There are so many things he wants to do with Speed, so many things he plans to do with that beautiful body. Some night soon, Speed will be wearing marks from more than just his teeth. This first surrender is made all the more delicious because he knows that he'll now be able to have everything he's always wanted. Speed might not realise it, but he's given himself into Horatio's keeping and there's no way back for either of them.


Wrapping an arm securely around Speed's waist, Horatio follows him into sleep, dreaming of the time when he'll be able to introduce Speed to all his favourite toys, imagining how incredible he'll look bound and marked. A small smile crosses his lips as he thinks how he'll be able to make all his favourite fantasies come to life, now that he's completely sure that Speed is his; body, mind and soul.


Fin

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