Bite Your Lip
Title: Bite Your Lip
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rian Dawson/Alex Grieco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rian finds out about Grieco’s thing for teeth (more, being bitten) by accident.
Disclaimer: do not steal this etc etc. title and cut belong to Sing It Loud.
A/N: um written on a whim when i decided that being bitten by Rian would be pretty hot.
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me wat u think
Rian finds out about Grieco’s thing for teeth (more, being bitten) by accident.
They were making out in the back lounge (mostly innocent since hands weren’t wandering or anything, it was just Alex on top of Rian and lazy sweeps of tongue) when the bus goes over a series of potholes or something, because Rian accidentally bites down hard on his boyfriends lip. An apology springs to his lips the second he tastes the faint metallic taste of blood on his lips, but Grieco moans low, hiding his face in Rian’s neck.
He can feel that he’s hard against his hip where he wasn’t just a second ago.
It ends with fast messy handjobs, quick and muffled so that Matt doesn’t hear them from where he’s sitting with Colussy in the front lounge.
-
Rian doesn’t bring it up afterwards, and Alex is half disappointed, half relieved. It’s weird, this thing that he has, the fact that he gets off on people biting him. He’s embarrassed by the fact, if he’s going to be completely honest.
So when Rian doesn’t bring it up or mention it or anything, he’s half relieved because he thinks (knows) that his boyfriend is the type of guy who would most likely want to sit down and have A Talk about it, because for whatever reasons having Talks make a lot of sense to Rian. And he really, really, really doesn’t want to have to have A Talk about his thing for being bitten because, hello, that could be a little bit awkward?
At the same time, he wishes Rian knew, wishes that Rian noticed because then he’d have someone who knew, besides that one gothic vampire chick he dated in highschool before he figured out that dick > vagina.
-
Rian didn’t forget. He noticed the way that Grieco stiffened up and moaned a little differently than he usually did and went from zero to sixty in roughly the point five seconds it took for him to bite him. He didn’t bring it up though, instead he filed it away in his head for something to look at and analyse when he has a moment to himself.
Which he does. He takes his time, researching it in bits and pieces (and by research it did involve reading some stories written by fangirlish girls about other band guys that he was either good friends or knew or vaguely knew because a band that they toured with toured with them. He isn’t exactly proud of the fact that he read them but research is research and everything in the name of love, right?)
He starts testing out his theory slowly, because he still isn’t completely one hundred percent sure that this is actually a thing for Alex, he’s well aware of the fact that it might be a one off or something.
His first experiment is when they’re both seated behind the drumkit, Rian on the stool and Alex in his lap, twirling the drumsticks between his hands. They’re talking about nothing really; Rian isn’t even sure how they both ended up back there at the same time, but Alex and Jack and Zack are all fucking around on guitars and Matt and Colussy are doing managery things (which probably are not even that managery and more like making out or something, which is weird, because it’s like thinking about your parents making out because Matt and Colussy are kind of like the dads of the band.)
So they’re talking about nothing, and Grieco starts tapping out a slow, easy rhythm on the drum kit when Rian starts peppering light kisses to the back of his neck. It makes Grieco smile, the light feathery touches of Rian’s lips to his skin.
It surprises him when Rian scrapes his teeth against his skin, makes him arch his back against Rian’s chest and the a drumstick slides out of his grip and clatters against the crash cymbal. Rian might not be aware of it, but Grieco is hard and straining against the basketball shorts he’s wearing and he absolutely will not stand up until he gets it back down. He draws back a little, enough that his lips and teeth aren’t touching his skin anymore but he can still feel his breath on the back of his neck.
Alex hasn’t been turned on that easily since he was sixteen where anything and everything would turn him on like a lightbulb.
-
The small experiments slowly escalate until there isn’t a doubt in Rian’s head that, yeah, biting is totally his boyfriends thing. A slight scrape of his incisors against bare skin or biting on ear has him falling apart and losing it.
Rian almost feels powerful with this kind of knowledge. He knows how to tear Alex apart at the seams and then put him back together again; he knows how to make him fall apart like no one else does. He knows that the soft patch of skin right under his belly button is sensitive, that if he bites it hard enough Grieco will shake in all the right ways.
On one of their hotel nights Rian spends hours pulling him apart piece by piece. He starts by pressing light kisses to the inside of his palm, moving up slowly until he can suck his index finger between his lips, nibbling and biting lightly at the knuckles. He keeps his eyes on him the whole time, watching him squirm and writhe and his pupils blow wide. He presses light bites up along Alex’s bare chest, up towards his nipples and he spends his own sweet time worrying them between his teeth until Alex is squirming and panting and begging.
-
It’s a surprise to everyone, especially Grieco when Kara shows up at one of the Dirty Work dates.
Kara and Rian disappear into the back lounge to “have A Talk.”
It tears him up inside, but Alex spends the whole time he’s setting up and tuning the drum kit worrying that Kara and Rian are actually having sex.
He’s waiting on the sofa, legs drawn up to his chest and tearing at a bit of skin on his thumb with his teeth when Kara walks out of the back lounge. She doesn’t quite look angry... but more agitated. She shoots a look in his direction, and it leaves him confused and worried and scared because it almost looked like she pitied him or something.
Alex is tense for the rest of the day, not even relaxing when Rian’s arms slide around his shoulders and press kisses to his neck, telling him how much he loves him.
-
Rian isn’t stupid. He knows whats wrong with Alex, he can kind of read him like a comic book. He’s high strung and agitated for the rest of the day, jumping about ten feet in the air every time Rian touches him.
He doesn’t remember Alex being jumpy like this since before they got together, sneaking around while really, everyone else knew exactly what was going on between the two drummers.
When they finally, finally get to the hotel that night (it’s about two in the morning and the show they played was fucking electric, adrenaline is still coursing through his blood) Alex pushes him against the door and kisses him desperately, teeth biting at Rian’s lips instead of the other way around.
His hands make fists in his shirt, pulling tighter and tighter as he presses sharp bite marks along his jawline and down his neck, and Rian lets him, lets him mark him because he can tell that Alex needs this. Grieco pulls Rian’s shirt over his head, tossing the offending article of clothing to the floor somewhere behind them. He lowers his lips, sucking a deep purple mark onto his collarbone, his teeth leaving small sharp indents in the skin.
When their eyes meet again, Alex looks almost scared, so Rian takes the control back, pushing him backwards and pulling off pieces of clothing until his knees hit the edges of the bed and they both fall onto it, legs tangling together.
They’re face to face when Rian finally takes him, pressed up chest to chest and heart to heart. Alex is making all these noises that makes Rian want. His hands are closed around Grieco’s wrists, pinning them to the mattress above his head, rendering him completely helpless and leaving him open to everything and anything Rian wants to give him.
Rian is halfway through leaning down to press his lips to the base of his neck when Alex turns his face to the side, eyes half mast and he realizes that he’s baring his neck. He swears his heart skips a beat, and he finishes what he originally planned on doing, presses his lips to the base of his neck. His teeth scrape the skin gently, and he doesn’t miss the moan that’s slightly higher in pitch that comes out of his mouth. There isn’t a question about it, Rian wants to give Alex the stars and the moon and the world on a silver platter. He’ll give him what he wants.
He closes his mouth carefully around the vein in his neck, biting him like he silently asked for. The affect is instantaneous, the moan that tears through his throat is loud and clear, his hips arching off the bed to meet Rian’s. “Please, harder.” he begs, and it takes a few moments, a handful of thrusts for him to realize that he isn’t talking about the sex.
His teeth press slightly deeper, pressing until he can tell the skin is at it’s breaking point. Alex’s hands curve around the back of his neck, almost sobbing, just playing on this side of delirious with pain and pleasure and too much not enough.
There’s a pulse racing underneath his lips, it makes Rian feel powerful, knowing that his lifeline is just there, just underneath the skin. Alex’s legs are wrapped around his lower back, and he can almost feel it, he’s almost vibrating, shaking apart at the seams the way only Rian knows how to make happen. “I need - please, harder - don’t stop.”
It’s knowing that Alex trusts him enough to do this, because he’s pretty much holding his life in his hands right now, that make him do it. Alex needs this, he needs it because he thought that Kara was going to take Rian away from him and he needs it because he needs to prove to himself (and in some weird indistinguishable way, the world) that Rian is his.
Rian does what Alex silently (and less silently) asks for. He presses his teeth harder against the skin, can tell the moment the incisors break through because Alex gasps and moans, arching and tightening around him as his mouth is filled with the taste of his boyfriend’s blood. His world stands still for a few moments and then explodes.
-
When the room finally stops spinning, Rian opens his eyes. He’s sluggish and he’s tired and he’s really fucking sore (the kind of sore that sinks directly into his bones because he just had really, really good sex.) It takes a second, but his eyes close in on Alex’s neck and he realizes what he did and he feels a little bit sick.
“You’re bleeding.” he states, and Alex’s eyes open, but he doesn’t look like he’s in pain, he looks tired and blissed out and sated.
“I’m okay,” Grieco says, his voice a little bit sore sounding but that’s understandable considering the noises he was making before.
Rian shakes his head, looking a little bit distressed. “No, fuck, I hurt you.”
Alex sits up, cupping Rian’s face in his hands and not saying anything until their eyes meet. “Fuck, this is about pain?” Rian asks, looking a little bit more distressed because if this is what it actually is, he doesn’t know if he can, doesn’t know if he can make himself make his other half hurt.
“No, shut up,” Grieco says, shaking his head fractionally. “It’s not about pain. It’s about... proving that I trust you enough to do it. It’s proving that I’m yours and you’re mine.”
The last part gets quieter the farther along the sentence gets. “It’s not pain,” he says again, a little bit louder, and it really isn’t although he isn’t completely opposed to a little bit of pain. “It’s knowing that you’re willing to do it for me,”
“I could feel your pulse under my mouth,” Rian says quietly, their eyes still locked together, almost not even blinking. Alex nods.
“I know.”
They’re quiet for a few moments, but then Rian ducks his head, running his tongue over the small path of blood going down from where he’d bitten him to pool in the dip between his collarbones. Alex shivers and moans softly, hands curling around the nape of his neck.
“It’s only you,” Rian promises, pushing him down and pulling the duvet over them. He curves behind him, arms around his waist and lips moving against the back of his neck. “Me and Kara only talked.”
Alex nods sleepily. The mark that Rian put on his neck throbs a little in time to his heart beat, a steady dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum kind of rhythm. “Only ever you,” he echoes back, eyes falling shut.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Rian Dawson/Alex Grieco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rian finds out about Grieco’s thing for teeth (more, being bitten) by accident.
Disclaimer: do not steal this etc etc. title and cut belong to Sing It Loud.
A/N: um written on a whim when i decided that being bitten by Rian would be pretty hot.
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me wat u think
Rian finds out about Grieco’s thing for teeth (more, being bitten) by accident.
They were making out in the back lounge (mostly innocent since hands weren’t wandering or anything, it was just Alex on top of Rian and lazy sweeps of tongue) when the bus goes over a series of potholes or something, because Rian accidentally bites down hard on his boyfriends lip. An apology springs to his lips the second he tastes the faint metallic taste of blood on his lips, but Grieco moans low, hiding his face in Rian’s neck.
He can feel that he’s hard against his hip where he wasn’t just a second ago.
It ends with fast messy handjobs, quick and muffled so that Matt doesn’t hear them from where he’s sitting with Colussy in the front lounge.
-
Rian doesn’t bring it up afterwards, and Alex is half disappointed, half relieved. It’s weird, this thing that he has, the fact that he gets off on people biting him. He’s embarrassed by the fact, if he’s going to be completely honest.
So when Rian doesn’t bring it up or mention it or anything, he’s half relieved because he thinks (knows) that his boyfriend is the type of guy who would most likely want to sit down and have A Talk about it, because for whatever reasons having Talks make a lot of sense to Rian. And he really, really, really doesn’t want to have to have A Talk about his thing for being bitten because, hello, that could be a little bit awkward?
At the same time, he wishes Rian knew, wishes that Rian noticed because then he’d have someone who knew, besides that one gothic vampire chick he dated in highschool before he figured out that dick > vagina.
-
Rian didn’t forget. He noticed the way that Grieco stiffened up and moaned a little differently than he usually did and went from zero to sixty in roughly the point five seconds it took for him to bite him. He didn’t bring it up though, instead he filed it away in his head for something to look at and analyse when he has a moment to himself.
Which he does. He takes his time, researching it in bits and pieces (and by research it did involve reading some stories written by fangirlish girls about other band guys that he was either good friends or knew or vaguely knew because a band that they toured with toured with them. He isn’t exactly proud of the fact that he read them but research is research and everything in the name of love, right?)
He starts testing out his theory slowly, because he still isn’t completely one hundred percent sure that this is actually a thing for Alex, he’s well aware of the fact that it might be a one off or something.
His first experiment is when they’re both seated behind the drumkit, Rian on the stool and Alex in his lap, twirling the drumsticks between his hands. They’re talking about nothing really; Rian isn’t even sure how they both ended up back there at the same time, but Alex and Jack and Zack are all fucking around on guitars and Matt and Colussy are doing managery things (which probably are not even that managery and more like making out or something, which is weird, because it’s like thinking about your parents making out because Matt and Colussy are kind of like the dads of the band.)
So they’re talking about nothing, and Grieco starts tapping out a slow, easy rhythm on the drum kit when Rian starts peppering light kisses to the back of his neck. It makes Grieco smile, the light feathery touches of Rian’s lips to his skin.
It surprises him when Rian scrapes his teeth against his skin, makes him arch his back against Rian’s chest and the a drumstick slides out of his grip and clatters against the crash cymbal. Rian might not be aware of it, but Grieco is hard and straining against the basketball shorts he’s wearing and he absolutely will not stand up until he gets it back down. He draws back a little, enough that his lips and teeth aren’t touching his skin anymore but he can still feel his breath on the back of his neck.
Alex hasn’t been turned on that easily since he was sixteen where anything and everything would turn him on like a lightbulb.
-
The small experiments slowly escalate until there isn’t a doubt in Rian’s head that, yeah, biting is totally his boyfriends thing. A slight scrape of his incisors against bare skin or biting on ear has him falling apart and losing it.
Rian almost feels powerful with this kind of knowledge. He knows how to tear Alex apart at the seams and then put him back together again; he knows how to make him fall apart like no one else does. He knows that the soft patch of skin right under his belly button is sensitive, that if he bites it hard enough Grieco will shake in all the right ways.
On one of their hotel nights Rian spends hours pulling him apart piece by piece. He starts by pressing light kisses to the inside of his palm, moving up slowly until he can suck his index finger between his lips, nibbling and biting lightly at the knuckles. He keeps his eyes on him the whole time, watching him squirm and writhe and his pupils blow wide. He presses light bites up along Alex’s bare chest, up towards his nipples and he spends his own sweet time worrying them between his teeth until Alex is squirming and panting and begging.
-
It’s a surprise to everyone, especially Grieco when Kara shows up at one of the Dirty Work dates.
Kara and Rian disappear into the back lounge to “have A Talk.”
It tears him up inside, but Alex spends the whole time he’s setting up and tuning the drum kit worrying that Kara and Rian are actually having sex.
He’s waiting on the sofa, legs drawn up to his chest and tearing at a bit of skin on his thumb with his teeth when Kara walks out of the back lounge. She doesn’t quite look angry... but more agitated. She shoots a look in his direction, and it leaves him confused and worried and scared because it almost looked like she pitied him or something.
Alex is tense for the rest of the day, not even relaxing when Rian’s arms slide around his shoulders and press kisses to his neck, telling him how much he loves him.
-
Rian isn’t stupid. He knows whats wrong with Alex, he can kind of read him like a comic book. He’s high strung and agitated for the rest of the day, jumping about ten feet in the air every time Rian touches him.
He doesn’t remember Alex being jumpy like this since before they got together, sneaking around while really, everyone else knew exactly what was going on between the two drummers.
When they finally, finally get to the hotel that night (it’s about two in the morning and the show they played was fucking electric, adrenaline is still coursing through his blood) Alex pushes him against the door and kisses him desperately, teeth biting at Rian’s lips instead of the other way around.
His hands make fists in his shirt, pulling tighter and tighter as he presses sharp bite marks along his jawline and down his neck, and Rian lets him, lets him mark him because he can tell that Alex needs this. Grieco pulls Rian’s shirt over his head, tossing the offending article of clothing to the floor somewhere behind them. He lowers his lips, sucking a deep purple mark onto his collarbone, his teeth leaving small sharp indents in the skin.
When their eyes meet again, Alex looks almost scared, so Rian takes the control back, pushing him backwards and pulling off pieces of clothing until his knees hit the edges of the bed and they both fall onto it, legs tangling together.
They’re face to face when Rian finally takes him, pressed up chest to chest and heart to heart. Alex is making all these noises that makes Rian want. His hands are closed around Grieco’s wrists, pinning them to the mattress above his head, rendering him completely helpless and leaving him open to everything and anything Rian wants to give him.
Rian is halfway through leaning down to press his lips to the base of his neck when Alex turns his face to the side, eyes half mast and he realizes that he’s baring his neck. He swears his heart skips a beat, and he finishes what he originally planned on doing, presses his lips to the base of his neck. His teeth scrape the skin gently, and he doesn’t miss the moan that’s slightly higher in pitch that comes out of his mouth. There isn’t a question about it, Rian wants to give Alex the stars and the moon and the world on a silver platter. He’ll give him what he wants.
He closes his mouth carefully around the vein in his neck, biting him like he silently asked for. The affect is instantaneous, the moan that tears through his throat is loud and clear, his hips arching off the bed to meet Rian’s. “Please, harder.” he begs, and it takes a few moments, a handful of thrusts for him to realize that he isn’t talking about the sex.
His teeth press slightly deeper, pressing until he can tell the skin is at it’s breaking point. Alex’s hands curve around the back of his neck, almost sobbing, just playing on this side of delirious with pain and pleasure and too much not enough.
There’s a pulse racing underneath his lips, it makes Rian feel powerful, knowing that his lifeline is just there, just underneath the skin. Alex’s legs are wrapped around his lower back, and he can almost feel it, he’s almost vibrating, shaking apart at the seams the way only Rian knows how to make happen. “I need - please, harder - don’t stop.”
It’s knowing that Alex trusts him enough to do this, because he’s pretty much holding his life in his hands right now, that make him do it. Alex needs this, he needs it because he thought that Kara was going to take Rian away from him and he needs it because he needs to prove to himself (and in some weird indistinguishable way, the world) that Rian is his.
Rian does what Alex silently (and less silently) asks for. He presses his teeth harder against the skin, can tell the moment the incisors break through because Alex gasps and moans, arching and tightening around him as his mouth is filled with the taste of his boyfriend’s blood. His world stands still for a few moments and then explodes.
-
When the room finally stops spinning, Rian opens his eyes. He’s sluggish and he’s tired and he’s really fucking sore (the kind of sore that sinks directly into his bones because he just had really, really good sex.) It takes a second, but his eyes close in on Alex’s neck and he realizes what he did and he feels a little bit sick.
“You’re bleeding.” he states, and Alex’s eyes open, but he doesn’t look like he’s in pain, he looks tired and blissed out and sated.
“I’m okay,” Grieco says, his voice a little bit sore sounding but that’s understandable considering the noises he was making before.
Rian shakes his head, looking a little bit distressed. “No, fuck, I hurt you.”
Alex sits up, cupping Rian’s face in his hands and not saying anything until their eyes meet. “Fuck, this is about pain?” Rian asks, looking a little bit more distressed because if this is what it actually is, he doesn’t know if he can, doesn’t know if he can make himself make his other half hurt.
“No, shut up,” Grieco says, shaking his head fractionally. “It’s not about pain. It’s about... proving that I trust you enough to do it. It’s proving that I’m yours and you’re mine.”
The last part gets quieter the farther along the sentence gets. “It’s not pain,” he says again, a little bit louder, and it really isn’t although he isn’t completely opposed to a little bit of pain. “It’s knowing that you’re willing to do it for me,”
“I could feel your pulse under my mouth,” Rian says quietly, their eyes still locked together, almost not even blinking. Alex nods.
“I know.”
They’re quiet for a few moments, but then Rian ducks his head, running his tongue over the small path of blood going down from where he’d bitten him to pool in the dip between his collarbones. Alex shivers and moans softly, hands curling around the nape of his neck.
“It’s only you,” Rian promises, pushing him down and pulling the duvet over them. He curves behind him, arms around his waist and lips moving against the back of his neck. “Me and Kara only talked.”
Alex nods sleepily. The mark that Rian put on his neck throbs a little in time to his heart beat, a steady dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum kind of rhythm. “Only ever you,” he echoes back, eyes falling shut.