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Title: Same Ol' Situation
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Brian // Zacky ((everyone's favorite x_x))
Rating: NC17
Summary: Zack's a bit expectant, Brian was just trying to read.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur. Mötley Crüe own the title.
Same Ol' Situation
((Brian's POV))
Zacky climbed into my lap, and though it was awkward because of me sitting at the kitchen table, he did it with an air of grace, and straddled my hips.
"Babe." I said, pretending to lean around him to look at the magazine I'd been reading, that lay open on the table. "Trying to read here."
He reached behind him, and grabbed the magazine, shutting it, and tossing it to the floor in one motion. I cocked an eyebrow at him, and he leaned down, burying his face in my neck with a sigh, kissing my skin suggestively.
"What do you want?" I asked playfully, wrapping my arms around his waist.
Instead of answering he rolled his hips into mine, his already hard cock prodded my groin, and I felt myself start to harden. I tried not to notice.
"Brian." he said with a small whine, rolling his hips again.
I grinned, mostly to myself. "What?" I asked.
He bit my jawbone a little more sharply than he might have, had I done what he wanted, and I gave a quick intake of breath -- he thought he could win. I moved both of my hands from his hips down to his ass, pulling his hips towards mine some more, and making sure to squeeze his cheeks. A small noise left him, and he bit my jaw again, this time so hard that I winced, and knew I'd have a bruise. Then he reached down between our bodies to press his hand flat against my crotch, digging his palm into my erection. I bit his earlobe quickly to stifle a moan, and he gave a huffy breath, irritation setting in.
"You know I hate spelling things out for you." he said into my neck, breath warm against my skin.
"But you do it so well." I said, using the same tone.
He made a small noise like a growl of aggravation, and he moved his lips to my ear to tease me. He rolled his hips into mine some more, but seeing that he was getting no where, he gave a sigh.
"Fuck me." he said finally. "Right here, on this table."
I stood quickly, all but throwing him down on the kitchen table, his legs still around my waist. He was grinning up at me, and I smirked in return before pulling my shirt off. No matter how many times we did this, Zacky's eyes never failed to travel over my body, and no matter how many times, I couldn't not get excited.
I reached down, grabbing his teeshirt, and I practically ripped it from his body. Then, no time was wasted as I started to undo his pants. He lifted his hips quickly, and I slid the jeans off with ease. My lips were immediately on his again, and his parted right away, allowing my tongue access -- which I so greedily took. He sucked gently on my tongue, and I was unable to hold back a groan.
I rested my hands on his hips, and his fingers fumbled with my belts, the excitement of his victory too much for him. He always hated when we tried to have quick sex, he said two belts were unnecessary and got in the way. Wanting to tease him, I refused to help him, and I waited for him to get my belts out of the way on his own. His tongue stopped dancing with mine briefly, and soon after, I felt a release around my hips -- both belts were undone. The button of my jeans came next, followed by the zipper, and as it came down, his knuckles brushed my cock.
I broke our kiss and leaned up, shooing his hands away. He leaned back, smirking up at me, and I grinned at him, pulling my dick out. I spit into my hand quickly, and the antsy little bitch was already propping his hips up. I occupied myself with spreading a thick layer of saliva onto my length, taking extra time just to watch the hint of annoyance cross his face. When I was done taunting, and sure that I had was completely covered, I quickly slid between his legs again.
Without even lining myself up, I pushed my dick inside of him roughly. He let out a short noise, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table, and his body twitching from the pain. I started to pull out of him, and thrust a second time, keeping my movements sharp. He maneuvered his hips slightly, and without having to angle myself, I hit his spot on the third thrust. It was obvious by the way his back arched.
He said my name, and let his head fall back, as he still grasped the table's edge, the wood cutting into his fingers and turning his knuckles white. I gave a small grunt, before leaning down and kissing and deeply. He groaned against my mouth, and I pulled one of his lip rings into mine. His arms slid around my hips, and he dug his fingernails into my lower back.
I slammed my hips into his, and by the way it was easier to slide my cock in and out of him, I knew he started bleeding. It didn't matter how often this happened, the initial penetration would always draw blood I guessed. I moved my mouth to his neck and sunk my teeth into the soft skin of his neck, pushing my dick as far into him as I could get it, hitting his prostate head on.
"Ah, fuck." he groaned out, hips shooting upwards.
I gave a moan myself, scratching his sides harshly, getting a small mewl from him as deep red lines appeared on his pale flesh -- almost enough to break the skin. I grabbed his hips roughly, and thrust again thrust into his tight body -- tense from the pain-filled pleasure. After a few more pushes into his prostate, his lower body started to shake. Since his hands were too busy holding onto me for dear life, I slid my hand between our sweaty bodies, and roughly grabbed his cock. A small, whimper-like noise came from the back of his throat, and I bit down on the already bruising skin of his neck, this time breaking through to cause bleeding. I thrust into his sweet spot at the same time, and his groan was one mixed with both pain and ecstasy.
I fiercely pulled at his dick, squeezing my finger together and applying pressure, and he gave a buck of his hips with another groan. I was too busy with his approaching orgasm to even notice that my stomach muscles had heated up, announcing my own. He groaned again as I pumped his cock, and I gave a light moan into his neck.
Lifting my head, I pressed my lips firmly to his; but instead of pushing my tongue in demandingly, I parted opened my mouth implying the opposite. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I massaged it with my own, kneading it gently, as I violently stroked him, while thrusting brutally into his prostate repeatedly. I groaned into the kiss, and one of his hands traveled up my back to tangle in the locks of hair that stuck to the back of my neck with sweat.
He suddenly broke away, head dropping as his back arched again.
"Brian." he groaned in a low, husky tone. "I'm almost there."
I leaned down, attacking his collarbone with vicious kisses, and tried to quicken my hand movements, thus leading to my hip movements to slow. I thrust clumsily into him, but still received the effect by brushing up against his spot. That did it for him, and he cursed in a heavy breath, throwing his hips upward off the table and cumming onto his stomach.
As he fell back to the wood with a deep sigh, I glanced down at the hand I'd been using to get him off. Some of his juices had fallen onto my fingers and knuckles, but without even thinking, I quickly licked them off, before grabbing his other hip to steady myself.
With his arms still around my neck, he roughly pulled me down and nipped at my bottom lip. A groan rose in my chest as my back involuntarily began to stiffen up. I gave a few more deep, harsh thrusts, his nails lacerating my neck more and more with each one, and I reached my climax. I came powerfully into him, and fell on top of him, leaning into him to ride out my orgasm.
After long moments had passed, he planted a soft kiss on my j aw where he'd bit me earlier. Though the tough was light, it was painful -- I was going to look a mess the next day.
"I love you." he said, in a content ol' tone.
I grinned. "Yeah, yeah." I said cockily. "Tell me something I don't know."
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Brian // Zacky ((everyone's favorite x_x))
Rating: NC17
Summary: Zack's a bit expectant, Brian was just trying to read.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur. Mötley Crüe own the title.
Same Ol' Situation
((Brian's POV))
Zacky climbed into my lap, and though it was awkward because of me sitting at the kitchen table, he did it with an air of grace, and straddled my hips.
"Babe." I said, pretending to lean around him to look at the magazine I'd been reading, that lay open on the table. "Trying to read here."
He reached behind him, and grabbed the magazine, shutting it, and tossing it to the floor in one motion. I cocked an eyebrow at him, and he leaned down, burying his face in my neck with a sigh, kissing my skin suggestively.
"What do you want?" I asked playfully, wrapping my arms around his waist.
Instead of answering he rolled his hips into mine, his already hard cock prodded my groin, and I felt myself start to harden. I tried not to notice.
"Brian." he said with a small whine, rolling his hips again.
I grinned, mostly to myself. "What?" I asked.
He bit my jawbone a little more sharply than he might have, had I done what he wanted, and I gave a quick intake of breath -- he thought he could win. I moved both of my hands from his hips down to his ass, pulling his hips towards mine some more, and making sure to squeeze his cheeks. A small noise left him, and he bit my jaw again, this time so hard that I winced, and knew I'd have a bruise. Then he reached down between our bodies to press his hand flat against my crotch, digging his palm into my erection. I bit his earlobe quickly to stifle a moan, and he gave a huffy breath, irritation setting in.
"You know I hate spelling things out for you." he said into my neck, breath warm against my skin.
"But you do it so well." I said, using the same tone.
He made a small noise like a growl of aggravation, and he moved his lips to my ear to tease me. He rolled his hips into mine some more, but seeing that he was getting no where, he gave a sigh.
"Fuck me." he said finally. "Right here, on this table."
I stood quickly, all but throwing him down on the kitchen table, his legs still around my waist. He was grinning up at me, and I smirked in return before pulling my shirt off. No matter how many times we did this, Zacky's eyes never failed to travel over my body, and no matter how many times, I couldn't not get excited.
I reached down, grabbing his teeshirt, and I practically ripped it from his body. Then, no time was wasted as I started to undo his pants. He lifted his hips quickly, and I slid the jeans off with ease. My lips were immediately on his again, and his parted right away, allowing my tongue access -- which I so greedily took. He sucked gently on my tongue, and I was unable to hold back a groan.
I rested my hands on his hips, and his fingers fumbled with my belts, the excitement of his victory too much for him. He always hated when we tried to have quick sex, he said two belts were unnecessary and got in the way. Wanting to tease him, I refused to help him, and I waited for him to get my belts out of the way on his own. His tongue stopped dancing with mine briefly, and soon after, I felt a release around my hips -- both belts were undone. The button of my jeans came next, followed by the zipper, and as it came down, his knuckles brushed my cock.
I broke our kiss and leaned up, shooing his hands away. He leaned back, smirking up at me, and I grinned at him, pulling my dick out. I spit into my hand quickly, and the antsy little bitch was already propping his hips up. I occupied myself with spreading a thick layer of saliva onto my length, taking extra time just to watch the hint of annoyance cross his face. When I was done taunting, and sure that I had was completely covered, I quickly slid between his legs again.
Without even lining myself up, I pushed my dick inside of him roughly. He let out a short noise, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table, and his body twitching from the pain. I started to pull out of him, and thrust a second time, keeping my movements sharp. He maneuvered his hips slightly, and without having to angle myself, I hit his spot on the third thrust. It was obvious by the way his back arched.
He said my name, and let his head fall back, as he still grasped the table's edge, the wood cutting into his fingers and turning his knuckles white. I gave a small grunt, before leaning down and kissing and deeply. He groaned against my mouth, and I pulled one of his lip rings into mine. His arms slid around my hips, and he dug his fingernails into my lower back.
I slammed my hips into his, and by the way it was easier to slide my cock in and out of him, I knew he started bleeding. It didn't matter how often this happened, the initial penetration would always draw blood I guessed. I moved my mouth to his neck and sunk my teeth into the soft skin of his neck, pushing my dick as far into him as I could get it, hitting his prostate head on.
"Ah, fuck." he groaned out, hips shooting upwards.
I gave a moan myself, scratching his sides harshly, getting a small mewl from him as deep red lines appeared on his pale flesh -- almost enough to break the skin. I grabbed his hips roughly, and thrust again thrust into his tight body -- tense from the pain-filled pleasure. After a few more pushes into his prostate, his lower body started to shake. Since his hands were too busy holding onto me for dear life, I slid my hand between our sweaty bodies, and roughly grabbed his cock. A small, whimper-like noise came from the back of his throat, and I bit down on the already bruising skin of his neck, this time breaking through to cause bleeding. I thrust into his sweet spot at the same time, and his groan was one mixed with both pain and ecstasy.
I fiercely pulled at his dick, squeezing my finger together and applying pressure, and he gave a buck of his hips with another groan. I was too busy with his approaching orgasm to even notice that my stomach muscles had heated up, announcing my own. He groaned again as I pumped his cock, and I gave a light moan into his neck.
Lifting my head, I pressed my lips firmly to his; but instead of pushing my tongue in demandingly, I parted opened my mouth implying the opposite. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and I massaged it with my own, kneading it gently, as I violently stroked him, while thrusting brutally into his prostate repeatedly. I groaned into the kiss, and one of his hands traveled up my back to tangle in the locks of hair that stuck to the back of my neck with sweat.
He suddenly broke away, head dropping as his back arched again.
"Brian." he groaned in a low, husky tone. "I'm almost there."
I leaned down, attacking his collarbone with vicious kisses, and tried to quicken my hand movements, thus leading to my hip movements to slow. I thrust clumsily into him, but still received the effect by brushing up against his spot. That did it for him, and he cursed in a heavy breath, throwing his hips upward off the table and cumming onto his stomach.
As he fell back to the wood with a deep sigh, I glanced down at the hand I'd been using to get him off. Some of his juices had fallen onto my fingers and knuckles, but without even thinking, I quickly licked them off, before grabbing his other hip to steady myself.
With his arms still around my neck, he roughly pulled me down and nipped at my bottom lip. A groan rose in my chest as my back involuntarily began to stiffen up. I gave a few more deep, harsh thrusts, his nails lacerating my neck more and more with each one, and I reached my climax. I came powerfully into him, and fell on top of him, leaning into him to ride out my orgasm.
After long moments had passed, he planted a soft kiss on my j aw where he'd bit me earlier. Though the tough was light, it was painful -- I was going to look a mess the next day.
"I love you." he said, in a content ol' tone.
I grinned. "Yeah, yeah." I said cockily. "Tell me something I don't know."