Dressed Up to Undress
Title: Dressed Up to Undress
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dian (Danny Kurily/Ian Planet)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The bunks definitely were not built to give blowjobs in. Sixtynining is possible, if you’re willing to risk getting kicked in the face, but blowjobs, that’s a completely different matter.
Disclaimer: do not own do not steal etc etc title and cut belong to Breathe Carolina.
A/N: so i've had writers block and that has been really frustrating, so i decided to write something really mindless and a blowjob came out of that. enjoy~
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
The bunks definitely were not built to give blowjobs in. Sixtynining is possible, if you’re willing to risk getting kicked in the face, but blowjobs, that’s a completely different matter. Danny is going to do it though, he kind of really... wants to blow Ian right now. “Hey, just let me, okay?” he whispers, because it’s the middle of the night and everyone else is either in the front lounge playing mario kart or passed out drunk somewhere. He folds himself in half, in between Ian’s spread legs, pulling his boxers down to mid-thigh.
“Oh,” Ian whispers, breath hitching as Danny’s hand circles the base, tongue darting out to lick the head. He whimpers brokenly, biting his lip. The stripe in his boyfriends hair almost looks like it’s glowing in the dim light that’s coming from the crack in the curtain.
Danny licks a stripe up the underside of his cock and then closes his mouth around him, relaxing his jaw as he goes down until his lips touch his hand. His cheeks hollow out on the upstroke. A low moan rumbles slowly through Ian’s chest, and Danny has to pull off, a string of saliva stuck between his lower lip and Ian’s dick as he shushes him. “They’ll hear,” he says, cocking his head with a smirk. “Unless you want them to hear?” Ian half shakes his head, half nods; he isn’t sure what he wants, besides Danny’s mouth back on certain parts of his body. He uncurls his hand from the faded blue sheets, curves it around the back of his skull, guiding him back onto course.
The thing is, Danny really likes giving head, he’s kind of actually good at it, and he likes it almost as much as he likes getting it. He likes watching his partner fall apart under his touch - his mouth, his fingers and his tongue. And Ian is so damn responsive, he kind of gets off on noises and Ian makes plenty. He doesn’t make push Danny further than he wants to go, Ian just holds onto his hair, tugging or holding him in place. Danny will go as far down as he wants to, he’ll control how fast or slow this blowjob is.
When Danny goes all the way down, nose pressed to the curls at the base of his cock and hands curled loosely around his hips Ian shouts, head whipping back so fast it cracks against the wall. “Mother fucker,” he gasps, hips arching up into his mouth.
Danny pulls back about half way and gets his index finger into his mouth alongside Ian’s cock, saliva dripping down to his knuckles. Ian makes a loud noise and he silences him with a press of his teeth, because even though he’d threatened about someone catching them he’d kind of rather... not have one of the guys catch him blowing his boyfriend and using it as blackmail material forever.
His fingers drag down behind his balls, pressing to his entrance and then inside. Ian yelps, his body trying to fuck up into Danny’s mouth and back against his finger and this really isn’t working, he wants everything at the same fucking time. He keeps getting louder, harsh pants and jagged moans escaping his mouth, Danny’s name on his lips like a prayer.
His twists his finger, adds another and goes down again, almost gagging when Ian bucks up. He’s pulling out every trick he knows, hollowing his cheeks and rubbing at the crown with his tongue, trying to make Ian come before someone pulls back the curtain to expose his blowjob skills to the world.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck,” Ian pants, eyes forced open as he watches his boyfriend blowing him, his eyes closed as he blows him like he was born to do it. “Please, yes, yes, yes.” Danny thinks that he maybe hears someone in the lounge yelling yes repeatedly but it could just be a victorious win of mario kart and not someone mocking them.
Danny pulls back and sucks on the head, precome bitter on the back of his tongue. His hand covers the rest of his length now, jerking him until he feels the full body shudder go through him and then the splashes of hot come on his tongue. He swallows, more out of the fact that there isn’t really any place for him to spit than out of the need to swallow his cum. “Fuck,” Ian says, chest rising and falling rapidly.
He crawls back up over him, back cracking from kneeling for so long. “I’m gonna jerk off on you,” he says, and Ian’s too sated to say no, so he shoves his basketball shorts down and proceeds to jerk off on his chest. Ian talks him through it, voice rough and so fucking dirty, telling him what he’d do if they weren’t in a confined space, unholy things with his tongue and his fingers and his some things he has stashed away in his suitcase.
Afterwards, Danny pulls the sheet up over them and honestly, it’s kind of really hot in there and he’s got perspiration sticking to his upperlip, but then that’s actually okay because Ian rolls onto his side and sucks his lip into his mouth, and then they’re making out again and that’s really hot, especially since he can still taste Ian and his cum and his cock on his tongue.
They start when someone slams their hand into the wall next to the bunk, and then they hear Jack go, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, like that, oh fuck, oh yes,” in this overly loud, overly camp voice, and Danny snorts, tucking his face into Ian’s shoulder.
“You just wish you got head this good,” Ian yells, and Jack yells back, “Your mom gives head that good,”
Danny snorts again, and then yawns, pulling Ian closer to him in the stifling heat of the bunk. Their skin sticks together, and he’s not really sure if it’s because they’re both sweaty or because there’s come on Ian’s chest, but if they’re glued together in the morning someone is going to pay.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dian (Danny Kurily/Ian Planet)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The bunks definitely were not built to give blowjobs in. Sixtynining is possible, if you’re willing to risk getting kicked in the face, but blowjobs, that’s a completely different matter.
Disclaimer: do not own do not steal etc etc title and cut belong to Breathe Carolina.
A/N: so i've had writers block and that has been really frustrating, so i decided to write something really mindless and a blowjob came out of that. enjoy~
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
The bunks definitely were not built to give blowjobs in. Sixtynining is possible, if you’re willing to risk getting kicked in the face, but blowjobs, that’s a completely different matter. Danny is going to do it though, he kind of really... wants to blow Ian right now. “Hey, just let me, okay?” he whispers, because it’s the middle of the night and everyone else is either in the front lounge playing mario kart or passed out drunk somewhere. He folds himself in half, in between Ian’s spread legs, pulling his boxers down to mid-thigh.
“Oh,” Ian whispers, breath hitching as Danny’s hand circles the base, tongue darting out to lick the head. He whimpers brokenly, biting his lip. The stripe in his boyfriends hair almost looks like it’s glowing in the dim light that’s coming from the crack in the curtain.
Danny licks a stripe up the underside of his cock and then closes his mouth around him, relaxing his jaw as he goes down until his lips touch his hand. His cheeks hollow out on the upstroke. A low moan rumbles slowly through Ian’s chest, and Danny has to pull off, a string of saliva stuck between his lower lip and Ian’s dick as he shushes him. “They’ll hear,” he says, cocking his head with a smirk. “Unless you want them to hear?” Ian half shakes his head, half nods; he isn’t sure what he wants, besides Danny’s mouth back on certain parts of his body. He uncurls his hand from the faded blue sheets, curves it around the back of his skull, guiding him back onto course.
The thing is, Danny really likes giving head, he’s kind of actually good at it, and he likes it almost as much as he likes getting it. He likes watching his partner fall apart under his touch - his mouth, his fingers and his tongue. And Ian is so damn responsive, he kind of gets off on noises and Ian makes plenty. He doesn’t make push Danny further than he wants to go, Ian just holds onto his hair, tugging or holding him in place. Danny will go as far down as he wants to, he’ll control how fast or slow this blowjob is.
When Danny goes all the way down, nose pressed to the curls at the base of his cock and hands curled loosely around his hips Ian shouts, head whipping back so fast it cracks against the wall. “Mother fucker,” he gasps, hips arching up into his mouth.
Danny pulls back about half way and gets his index finger into his mouth alongside Ian’s cock, saliva dripping down to his knuckles. Ian makes a loud noise and he silences him with a press of his teeth, because even though he’d threatened about someone catching them he’d kind of rather... not have one of the guys catch him blowing his boyfriend and using it as blackmail material forever.
His fingers drag down behind his balls, pressing to his entrance and then inside. Ian yelps, his body trying to fuck up into Danny’s mouth and back against his finger and this really isn’t working, he wants everything at the same fucking time. He keeps getting louder, harsh pants and jagged moans escaping his mouth, Danny’s name on his lips like a prayer.
His twists his finger, adds another and goes down again, almost gagging when Ian bucks up. He’s pulling out every trick he knows, hollowing his cheeks and rubbing at the crown with his tongue, trying to make Ian come before someone pulls back the curtain to expose his blowjob skills to the world.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck,” Ian pants, eyes forced open as he watches his boyfriend blowing him, his eyes closed as he blows him like he was born to do it. “Please, yes, yes, yes.” Danny thinks that he maybe hears someone in the lounge yelling yes repeatedly but it could just be a victorious win of mario kart and not someone mocking them.
Danny pulls back and sucks on the head, precome bitter on the back of his tongue. His hand covers the rest of his length now, jerking him until he feels the full body shudder go through him and then the splashes of hot come on his tongue. He swallows, more out of the fact that there isn’t really any place for him to spit than out of the need to swallow his cum. “Fuck,” Ian says, chest rising and falling rapidly.
He crawls back up over him, back cracking from kneeling for so long. “I’m gonna jerk off on you,” he says, and Ian’s too sated to say no, so he shoves his basketball shorts down and proceeds to jerk off on his chest. Ian talks him through it, voice rough and so fucking dirty, telling him what he’d do if they weren’t in a confined space, unholy things with his tongue and his fingers and his some things he has stashed away in his suitcase.
Afterwards, Danny pulls the sheet up over them and honestly, it’s kind of really hot in there and he’s got perspiration sticking to his upperlip, but then that’s actually okay because Ian rolls onto his side and sucks his lip into his mouth, and then they’re making out again and that’s really hot, especially since he can still taste Ian and his cum and his cock on his tongue.
They start when someone slams their hand into the wall next to the bunk, and then they hear Jack go, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, like that, oh fuck, oh yes,” in this overly loud, overly camp voice, and Danny snorts, tucking his face into Ian’s shoulder.
“You just wish you got head this good,” Ian yells, and Jack yells back, “Your mom gives head that good,”
Danny snorts again, and then yawns, pulling Ian closer to him in the stifling heat of the bunk. Their skin sticks together, and he’s not really sure if it’s because they’re both sweaty or because there’s come on Ian’s chest, but if they’re glued together in the morning someone is going to pay.