[Drabble of the Day] It Might be Something, Please.
It Might be Something, Please.
anyonexanyone (really i can't picture any of them so it's up to you)
NC-17 ....or should i say... PWP? =w=a
~.~.~.~.~
It never get through his system the way they act towards each other. Never, even in his dream, he would thought about this kind of relationship with him. How submissive he was, how timid, how needy, how he really needed the other to just pound into him brutally until his bottom felt raw and used. He never thought that he could handle such pain in the morning, but to asked -no, begged for more, he could never understand. Really. It’s just like his mind was shutting off when he was with him. Being manhandled like a slave, being teased to tears during sex like a fucktoy, being a writhing screwed up mess under the hovering well-built body-being marked, being claimed, being taken, being fucked.
And he just couldn’t understand why he was willing. Like just now, when he’s being dragged towards the changing room at the backstage, and then being pushed on his knees on the floor with the other’s jeans’ zipper pulled down, revealing the rigid pulsating cock that awaited to be taken care of. He didn’t say anything, just slid the hard member into his mouth and trying to fit the enormous flesh in his cavern, trying hard not to gagged. He was giving a head like a nasty whore, throat relaxing around the angry manhood and he felt a single tears pricked down from the corner of his eye. The other noticed and wiped the tears away gently while thrusting fast into his willing mouth, smearing his eyeliner in the process.
The other came into his mouth not long after, shoving his cock deeper down his throat. He choked on the cum, but swallowing anyway as the cock in his mouth softened and slid out brushing past his lips. He felt the other’s palm patted his flushed cheek before pulled him up, zipping up the jeans', pecking his lips then walked away.
He would never understand. But he stopped questioning eventually, just followed the other without any word of doubt. Event though most of their intercourse was him being on his knees and let the other doing him as he pleased, he didn’t even protest.
What’s the point of it when he was actually loved every single time they mingled lewdly everytime the needs hit them like a freaking catapult.
a/n: im sorry, i guess i was just horny (oops..)
anyonexanyone (really i can't picture any of them so it's up to you)
NC-17 ....or should i say... PWP? =w=a
~.~.~.~.~
It never get through his system the way they act towards each other. Never, even in his dream, he would thought about this kind of relationship with him. How submissive he was, how timid, how needy, how he really needed the other to just pound into him brutally until his bottom felt raw and used. He never thought that he could handle such pain in the morning, but to asked -no, begged for more, he could never understand. Really. It’s just like his mind was shutting off when he was with him. Being manhandled like a slave, being teased to tears during sex like a fucktoy, being a writhing screwed up mess under the hovering well-built body-being marked, being claimed, being taken, being fucked.
And he just couldn’t understand why he was willing. Like just now, when he’s being dragged towards the changing room at the backstage, and then being pushed on his knees on the floor with the other’s jeans’ zipper pulled down, revealing the rigid pulsating cock that awaited to be taken care of. He didn’t say anything, just slid the hard member into his mouth and trying to fit the enormous flesh in his cavern, trying hard not to gagged. He was giving a head like a nasty whore, throat relaxing around the angry manhood and he felt a single tears pricked down from the corner of his eye. The other noticed and wiped the tears away gently while thrusting fast into his willing mouth, smearing his eyeliner in the process.
The other came into his mouth not long after, shoving his cock deeper down his throat. He choked on the cum, but swallowing anyway as the cock in his mouth softened and slid out brushing past his lips. He felt the other’s palm patted his flushed cheek before pulled him up, zipping up the jeans', pecking his lips then walked away.
He would never understand. But he stopped questioning eventually, just followed the other without any word of doubt. Event though most of their intercourse was him being on his knees and let the other doing him as he pleased, he didn’t even protest.
What’s the point of it when he was actually loved every single time they mingled lewdly everytime the needs hit them like a freaking catapult.
a/n: im sorry, i guess i was just horny (oops..)