30 Day OTP NSFW Challenge - Day Three - First Time
Author: ericasaur
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: “’Defiling,’ yeah okay,” he scoffs. “You realize I’ve never even seen your dick."
Disclaimer: Fiction
masterpost
“Brendon!” Brendon’s mother shouts from the hallway. Brendon rolls his eyes to Ryan before sighing, getting up and opening his door just as his mother approaches.
“Yes?” he asks with a forced smile. She smirks, hands on her hips as she looks from Brendon’s red mouth to Ryan’s deer-in-headlights stare from where he’s sat up on Brendon’s bed, hair ruffled and wiping his mouth.
“I’m going to work early,” she informs them, looking back and forth and conveying that she knows exactly what they’ve been up to. “Be good,” she raises an eyebrow, kissing Brendon on the cheek and then leaving, but not before Brendon sees the small smile and shake of her head. Brendon lets out a breath, closing his door and ambling back over to fall on his stomach on his bed.
“She totally knew,” he mumbles into his pillow. Ryan laughs quietly from beside him, lying down and rubbing his hand up Brendon’s back underneath his shirt.
“Brendon, you do realize your mom’s not stupid, right?” Ryan lays his head beside Brendon’s. “I mean, I’m your boyfriend. Did you think she didn’t know that you make out with your boyfriend?” he laughs again. Brendon groans, turning over on his back and scowling at Ryan.
“I know, but she’s never actually witnessed it,” he points out.
“It’s not like she doesn’t know what we’re doing all alone up here every night,” Ryan looks at him, raising his eyebrows. “Actually, she probably thinks we’ve done a lot more than we really have,” he adds as an afterthought.
“She just makes it so awkward with those knowing looks she gives me,” Brendon sighs, scooting over to lay his head on Ryan’s chest. “But at least she’s not one of those uptight mothers and she still lets you come over even though she knows you’re defiling her son,” he shrugs. Ryan throws his head back and laughs, putting his arm around the younger boy.
“’Defiling,’ yeah okay,” he scoffs. “You realize I’ve never even seen your dick,” Ryan points out, and Brendon huffs a disbelieving sound, his cheeks getting hot.
“Yeah well you’ve touched it,” Brendon shoots back, hiding his red face. Ryan giggles, running a hand through Brendon’s hair.
“Yeah, and that’s all I’ve done,” he mumbles. Brendon laughs, his body shaking against Ryan’s. Ryan’s not impatient about the whole ‘sex’ thing. He completely respects Brendon’s desire to wait and he’ll wait as long as he wants. Handjobs in the dark are just fine for now. Plus, he’s just as virginal as Brendon and he knows that it’s worth waiting for.
“I’m sorry,” Brendon mutters, biting his lip and squeezing Ryan’s middle.
“For what?” Ryan frowns.
“For, you know… being a prude,” Brendon laughs dryly, glancing at his boyfriend. Ryan just scoffs, smacking Brendon playfully.
“You’re not a prude, shut up,” he nudges him. “I don’t mind waiting, Bren. Really,” he assures him, leaning down to kiss him.
“Well that’s the thing,” Brendon says, sitting up and looking at Ryan shyly. “I… we’ve been waiting for a really long time,” he hints, and they have been. It’s been two years since they met, eight months that they’ve been together. Eight months of nothing but heavily making out and getting off together with the lights off because Brendon’s that shy about Ryan seeing him naked.
“I know,” Ryan says, twirling a piece of Brendon’s hair around his finger. “It’s okay, seriously,” he smiles reassuringly.
“No,” Brendon says, frustrated because Ryan’s so dense sometimes. “I mean, I think we’ve waited enough,” he says quietly. Ryan sits up to face him, eyebrows going up and eyes going a little wide.
“You mean…?” Whatever he was going to say trails off when Brendon moves closer, nodding with a sly look about him. He smiles, leaning forward and kissing Ryan slowly, both of them sinking down onto the bed.
Brendon suddenly has this urge to just touch Ryan everywhere, like he can’t get enough. He straddles him, hands going up his shirt and mouth working furiously.
“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Ryan laughs against his mouth, gripping his hips tightly. Brendon hums, breaking apart to take Ryan’s shirt off before rolling over and dragging Ryan down on top of him. Ryan noses at his jaw, breathing softly and smiling a bit. He slowly lifts Brendon’s shirt up, feeling Brendon flinch a little. He takes it off, tossing it aside, and trails his hands down his chest. “Please let me see you, baby,” he whispers, kissing below Brendon’s ear. “You’re perfect. There’s no reason to hide your body.”
Brendon can’t help but smile at the compliment, blushing slightly as he tries to relax. He’s had self-confidence issues ever since he can remember, and Ryan is the only person who’s ever been able to make him feel good about himself. He lets Ryan unbutton his pants and slide them down his hips and off completely until he’s only clad in boxers. Very few times has he ever been this exposed in front of his boyfriend.
Ryan unbuttons his own pants but when he glances up and sees Brendon biting his lip with this look of pure lust in his eyes, he ignores his pants in favor of ducking down and pushing their lips together again, his tongue sliding in to glide against Brendon’s like velvet. “I want-” Ryan breathes, fingers toying with the waistband of Brendon’s boxers. “Will you let me?” he asks, pushing his fingers under the fabric to indicate what he means. Brendon hesitates, taking in Ryan’s bright-eyed expression and eager posture, and then he nods, a small smile settling in place when he sees how happy Ryan looks that Brendon’s finally putting all this trust into him.
Ryan slides the fabric off Brendon’s hips, keeping eye contact with him and not looking until the underwear are long forgotten on the floor. He lets his gaze sweet down Brendon’s smooth chest, ribs slightly sticking out, tiny waist, wide, shapely hips, all the way down his bare body for the first time. Brendon turns his head away, brows furrowed and biting his lip, and Ryan cups his cheek and turns his head back before leaning down to kiss him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing down his neck, across his collarbone.
Brendon doesn’t feel shy and ashamed like he thought he would, being naked in front of Ryan. Mostly he just feels cared for and loved with the constant kisses being showered across his body. Ryan moves down, sucks on a spot near his hipbone, hands sliding up to rest on his thighs, and he looks up at Brendon as his mouth moves down further. Ryan has no idea what he’s doing considering the only sexual experiences he’s had have been with Brendon, but he tries to go on instinct, locking gazes with Brendon and taking the head of his cock in his mouth. Brendon shuts his eyes, his lips parting in a moan as Ryan slides his mouth down further.
He works his mouth around Brendon, groaning when he feels fingers pulling at his hair. It’s not like he thought it would be, giving a blowjob. He thought it’d be gross and slobbery and didn’t expect it to turn him on in any way. But just the fact that those soft gasps and whimpers are being drawn from Brendon by the motions of Ryan’s mouth has him rutting his hips against the mattress. He pulls off with a wet sound, flattening his tongue against the underside and licking up. Brendon shakes, fisting his hands in the sheets, and groans, “Stop, stop, fuck.” Ryan lifts his head, hair all ruffled and disheveled, and Brendon just smiles and pulls him up. “Come here, god,” he murmurs, pressing their mouths together. “I want,” he breathes, “I want you, now. Please.”
Ryan pulls back, lips red and puffy, and he stutters out a, “W-what?”
“I’m tired of waiting. Please,” Brendon repeats, reaching over to open his drawer and extracting his arm with a condom and a small bottle of lube. Ryan gapes, spluttering a bit. “When did you-” he points to the items, looking baffled.
“I wanted to be ready, just in case,” Brendon explains sheepishly. “And it’s a good thing because look, this was totally unexpected,” he laughs weakly, doing that shy lip-bite that Ryan adores.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he laughs, laying Brendon back down and kissing him softly. “Are you really sure you wanna do this?” he asks, brushing hair out of Brendon’s face.
“Yes,” Brendon takes a deep breath. “I want to.”
“I- I guess I’ll just,” Ryan starts, grabbing the lube.
“Yeah,” Brendon breathes out, getting more comfortable against his pillows and watching as Ryan slicks up his fingers.
“Okay, I- I don’t. Um,” Ryan struggles, inwardly cursing his inexperience. “Just, tell me if you want me to stop,” he glances up. Brendon nods, anticipation and nervousness circling his insides.
Ryan slowly pushes in his finger as far as he can get it, moving it around when he doesn’t notice any signs of discomfort from Brendon. It’s slick and tight and Ryan is biting his lip at the thought of what this is leading to. “Hey, you can, um,” Brendon mumbles, smiling a bit. “It’s okay, I’m. You can-” he stutters, and a corner of Ryan’s lips turns up as he pulls his finger out and slides it back in with another. Brendon makes a quiet, choked sound at the surprise, but he soon relaxes again.
“What does it feel like?” Ryan asks curiously. He’s always wanted to try it on himself but always fails to actually go through with it.
“It… kinda feels good,” Brendon smiles. “A little weird at first but… yeah. Good.”
Ryan tries for a third finger, not wanting to force too much on him at once but wanting to make sure he does this thoroughly. Brendon looks a bit uncomfortable but otherwise doesn’t object, reaching down to stroke through Ryan’s hair.
“I think - can we just - now? Please?” he pleads, grabbing Ryan’s wrist to stop him.
“Um, yeah. Yeah,” Ryan swallows, trying to keep a calm exterior but freaking out on the inside. What if he messes up? Or hurts Brendon? What if he sucks at sex? Oh god.
He makes quick work of shedding off his pants and boxers. When he opens the condom he does it with his teeth to try and be all sexy. Unfortunately the condom wrappers are apparently made of like fucking indestructible foil or something because he just ends up making an idiot of himself and desperately trying to rip it open. Brendon giggles, his body shaking as he watches Ryan struggle for a good minute until he gets it open. “Shut up,” Ryan blushes, his fingers fumbling as he rolls the condom onto himself.
“You’re such a dork, oh my god,” Brendon laughs, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Oh hush, you love me,” Ryan grins, kissing Brendon and running his hand down his side. He leans back, pouring more lube onto his hand and fisting his cock a couple times to make sure it’s slick.
“Come on,” Brendon whispers huskily, dragging Ryan down again. “I’m ready.”
When Ryan first pushes in, Brendon’s breath catches in his throat, his mouth open and eyes focused on his boyfriend’s. Ryan grips Brendon’s hip tightly, drawing back and pushing in again. Brendon whimpers, one hand gripping the sheets and the other on the back of Ryan’s neck.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asks worriedly, his motions slowing down.
“No, yeah, fine,” Brendon rushes out. “It- it hurts,” his face scrunches up. Ryan almost stops right there because the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt Brendon. “Don’t stop, I can take it,” Brendon adds when he notices Ryan’s hesitance.
Ryan leans down to kiss him, trying to offer comfort, and he thrusts in again, driving his hips deeper, and Brendon gasps, a choppy moan spilling from him. “Oh, oh, right there,” he whimpers, pushing back against Ryan’s cock. Ryan stares in amazement at the panting, writhing boy underneath him, and he smiles because he made him feel like that.
He keeps thrusting in that same spot, his own moans spilling out one after another at how incredible the tight heat around him feels. “God, Brendon,” he groans, voice starting to get hoarse. “B-Bren, Brendon,” he repeats, and it’s like he can’t stop saying his name, like it’s the only thing in his mind. Just Brendon.
Brendon pulls him down, kissing him and tangling their tongues together hotly. His whole body shudders, Ryan pounding into him deeper with each thrust. Brendon never thought it would feel this good. It hurts, yeah, but it also feels fucking incredible and he just thought it would be a lot of pain.
Ryan hoists Brendon’s leg up onto his hip, trying to get as deep as he can because the deeper he goes, the more pleasure Brendon seems to be in, and that’s all Ryan’s really concerned with.
“You feel s-so good,” Ryan breathes sharply, his motions getting sloppier as the heat in his abdomen increases. He moves his hand to Brendon’s cock, fisting it quickly and causing Brendon’s face to screw up in pleasure.
“Ryan,” Brendon moans, and then he’s coming onto his stomach, hips lifting up off the bed and ass grinding back against Ryan’s cock. Ryan bites his lip, hitches Brendon’s leg up further on his hip, and thrusts in faster until he can’t take it anymore, his body going over the edge and his vision getting spotty as he comes hard. He’s groaning, gasping, stuttering Brendon’s name and holding onto the side of his neck.
He stops moving, resting his forehead against Brendon’s and breathing harshly. “I love you so much,” he whispers, chest rising and falling heavily. He pulls out carefully, falling onto his side and cuddling up to the younger boy.
“Not as much as I love you,” Brendon whispers back, smiling softly and accepting Ryan’s kiss.
As far as first times go, he’s never going to regret his.
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A/N: So I meant to post this last night but I had been awake for 26 hours and was basically delirious so I passed out. But I'm going to try and post day four today as well so I won't be behind. I thought this prompt was really cute and I hope you liked it! Comments are appreciated. ♥ Also thanks to were_so_starvin for being my amazing beta and looking over all these for me. :)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: “’Defiling,’ yeah okay,” he scoffs. “You realize I’ve never even seen your dick."
Disclaimer: Fiction
masterpost
“Brendon!” Brendon’s mother shouts from the hallway. Brendon rolls his eyes to Ryan before sighing, getting up and opening his door just as his mother approaches.
“Yes?” he asks with a forced smile. She smirks, hands on her hips as she looks from Brendon’s red mouth to Ryan’s deer-in-headlights stare from where he’s sat up on Brendon’s bed, hair ruffled and wiping his mouth.
“I’m going to work early,” she informs them, looking back and forth and conveying that she knows exactly what they’ve been up to. “Be good,” she raises an eyebrow, kissing Brendon on the cheek and then leaving, but not before Brendon sees the small smile and shake of her head. Brendon lets out a breath, closing his door and ambling back over to fall on his stomach on his bed.
“She totally knew,” he mumbles into his pillow. Ryan laughs quietly from beside him, lying down and rubbing his hand up Brendon’s back underneath his shirt.
“Brendon, you do realize your mom’s not stupid, right?” Ryan lays his head beside Brendon’s. “I mean, I’m your boyfriend. Did you think she didn’t know that you make out with your boyfriend?” he laughs again. Brendon groans, turning over on his back and scowling at Ryan.
“I know, but she’s never actually witnessed it,” he points out.
“It’s not like she doesn’t know what we’re doing all alone up here every night,” Ryan looks at him, raising his eyebrows. “Actually, she probably thinks we’ve done a lot more than we really have,” he adds as an afterthought.
“She just makes it so awkward with those knowing looks she gives me,” Brendon sighs, scooting over to lay his head on Ryan’s chest. “But at least she’s not one of those uptight mothers and she still lets you come over even though she knows you’re defiling her son,” he shrugs. Ryan throws his head back and laughs, putting his arm around the younger boy.
“’Defiling,’ yeah okay,” he scoffs. “You realize I’ve never even seen your dick,” Ryan points out, and Brendon huffs a disbelieving sound, his cheeks getting hot.
“Yeah well you’ve touched it,” Brendon shoots back, hiding his red face. Ryan giggles, running a hand through Brendon’s hair.
“Yeah, and that’s all I’ve done,” he mumbles. Brendon laughs, his body shaking against Ryan’s. Ryan’s not impatient about the whole ‘sex’ thing. He completely respects Brendon’s desire to wait and he’ll wait as long as he wants. Handjobs in the dark are just fine for now. Plus, he’s just as virginal as Brendon and he knows that it’s worth waiting for.
“I’m sorry,” Brendon mutters, biting his lip and squeezing Ryan’s middle.
“For what?” Ryan frowns.
“For, you know… being a prude,” Brendon laughs dryly, glancing at his boyfriend. Ryan just scoffs, smacking Brendon playfully.
“You’re not a prude, shut up,” he nudges him. “I don’t mind waiting, Bren. Really,” he assures him, leaning down to kiss him.
“Well that’s the thing,” Brendon says, sitting up and looking at Ryan shyly. “I… we’ve been waiting for a really long time,” he hints, and they have been. It’s been two years since they met, eight months that they’ve been together. Eight months of nothing but heavily making out and getting off together with the lights off because Brendon’s that shy about Ryan seeing him naked.
“I know,” Ryan says, twirling a piece of Brendon’s hair around his finger. “It’s okay, seriously,” he smiles reassuringly.
“No,” Brendon says, frustrated because Ryan’s so dense sometimes. “I mean, I think we’ve waited enough,” he says quietly. Ryan sits up to face him, eyebrows going up and eyes going a little wide.
“You mean…?” Whatever he was going to say trails off when Brendon moves closer, nodding with a sly look about him. He smiles, leaning forward and kissing Ryan slowly, both of them sinking down onto the bed.
Brendon suddenly has this urge to just touch Ryan everywhere, like he can’t get enough. He straddles him, hands going up his shirt and mouth working furiously.
“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Ryan laughs against his mouth, gripping his hips tightly. Brendon hums, breaking apart to take Ryan’s shirt off before rolling over and dragging Ryan down on top of him. Ryan noses at his jaw, breathing softly and smiling a bit. He slowly lifts Brendon’s shirt up, feeling Brendon flinch a little. He takes it off, tossing it aside, and trails his hands down his chest. “Please let me see you, baby,” he whispers, kissing below Brendon’s ear. “You’re perfect. There’s no reason to hide your body.”
Brendon can’t help but smile at the compliment, blushing slightly as he tries to relax. He’s had self-confidence issues ever since he can remember, and Ryan is the only person who’s ever been able to make him feel good about himself. He lets Ryan unbutton his pants and slide them down his hips and off completely until he’s only clad in boxers. Very few times has he ever been this exposed in front of his boyfriend.
Ryan unbuttons his own pants but when he glances up and sees Brendon biting his lip with this look of pure lust in his eyes, he ignores his pants in favor of ducking down and pushing their lips together again, his tongue sliding in to glide against Brendon’s like velvet. “I want-” Ryan breathes, fingers toying with the waistband of Brendon’s boxers. “Will you let me?” he asks, pushing his fingers under the fabric to indicate what he means. Brendon hesitates, taking in Ryan’s bright-eyed expression and eager posture, and then he nods, a small smile settling in place when he sees how happy Ryan looks that Brendon’s finally putting all this trust into him.
Ryan slides the fabric off Brendon’s hips, keeping eye contact with him and not looking until the underwear are long forgotten on the floor. He lets his gaze sweet down Brendon’s smooth chest, ribs slightly sticking out, tiny waist, wide, shapely hips, all the way down his bare body for the first time. Brendon turns his head away, brows furrowed and biting his lip, and Ryan cups his cheek and turns his head back before leaning down to kiss him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing down his neck, across his collarbone.
Brendon doesn’t feel shy and ashamed like he thought he would, being naked in front of Ryan. Mostly he just feels cared for and loved with the constant kisses being showered across his body. Ryan moves down, sucks on a spot near his hipbone, hands sliding up to rest on his thighs, and he looks up at Brendon as his mouth moves down further. Ryan has no idea what he’s doing considering the only sexual experiences he’s had have been with Brendon, but he tries to go on instinct, locking gazes with Brendon and taking the head of his cock in his mouth. Brendon shuts his eyes, his lips parting in a moan as Ryan slides his mouth down further.
He works his mouth around Brendon, groaning when he feels fingers pulling at his hair. It’s not like he thought it would be, giving a blowjob. He thought it’d be gross and slobbery and didn’t expect it to turn him on in any way. But just the fact that those soft gasps and whimpers are being drawn from Brendon by the motions of Ryan’s mouth has him rutting his hips against the mattress. He pulls off with a wet sound, flattening his tongue against the underside and licking up. Brendon shakes, fisting his hands in the sheets, and groans, “Stop, stop, fuck.” Ryan lifts his head, hair all ruffled and disheveled, and Brendon just smiles and pulls him up. “Come here, god,” he murmurs, pressing their mouths together. “I want,” he breathes, “I want you, now. Please.”
Ryan pulls back, lips red and puffy, and he stutters out a, “W-what?”
“I’m tired of waiting. Please,” Brendon repeats, reaching over to open his drawer and extracting his arm with a condom and a small bottle of lube. Ryan gapes, spluttering a bit. “When did you-” he points to the items, looking baffled.
“I wanted to be ready, just in case,” Brendon explains sheepishly. “And it’s a good thing because look, this was totally unexpected,” he laughs weakly, doing that shy lip-bite that Ryan adores.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he laughs, laying Brendon back down and kissing him softly. “Are you really sure you wanna do this?” he asks, brushing hair out of Brendon’s face.
“Yes,” Brendon takes a deep breath. “I want to.”
“I- I guess I’ll just,” Ryan starts, grabbing the lube.
“Yeah,” Brendon breathes out, getting more comfortable against his pillows and watching as Ryan slicks up his fingers.
“Okay, I- I don’t. Um,” Ryan struggles, inwardly cursing his inexperience. “Just, tell me if you want me to stop,” he glances up. Brendon nods, anticipation and nervousness circling his insides.
Ryan slowly pushes in his finger as far as he can get it, moving it around when he doesn’t notice any signs of discomfort from Brendon. It’s slick and tight and Ryan is biting his lip at the thought of what this is leading to. “Hey, you can, um,” Brendon mumbles, smiling a bit. “It’s okay, I’m. You can-” he stutters, and a corner of Ryan’s lips turns up as he pulls his finger out and slides it back in with another. Brendon makes a quiet, choked sound at the surprise, but he soon relaxes again.
“What does it feel like?” Ryan asks curiously. He’s always wanted to try it on himself but always fails to actually go through with it.
“It… kinda feels good,” Brendon smiles. “A little weird at first but… yeah. Good.”
Ryan tries for a third finger, not wanting to force too much on him at once but wanting to make sure he does this thoroughly. Brendon looks a bit uncomfortable but otherwise doesn’t object, reaching down to stroke through Ryan’s hair.
“I think - can we just - now? Please?” he pleads, grabbing Ryan’s wrist to stop him.
“Um, yeah. Yeah,” Ryan swallows, trying to keep a calm exterior but freaking out on the inside. What if he messes up? Or hurts Brendon? What if he sucks at sex? Oh god.
He makes quick work of shedding off his pants and boxers. When he opens the condom he does it with his teeth to try and be all sexy. Unfortunately the condom wrappers are apparently made of like fucking indestructible foil or something because he just ends up making an idiot of himself and desperately trying to rip it open. Brendon giggles, his body shaking as he watches Ryan struggle for a good minute until he gets it open. “Shut up,” Ryan blushes, his fingers fumbling as he rolls the condom onto himself.
“You’re such a dork, oh my god,” Brendon laughs, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Oh hush, you love me,” Ryan grins, kissing Brendon and running his hand down his side. He leans back, pouring more lube onto his hand and fisting his cock a couple times to make sure it’s slick.
“Come on,” Brendon whispers huskily, dragging Ryan down again. “I’m ready.”
When Ryan first pushes in, Brendon’s breath catches in his throat, his mouth open and eyes focused on his boyfriend’s. Ryan grips Brendon’s hip tightly, drawing back and pushing in again. Brendon whimpers, one hand gripping the sheets and the other on the back of Ryan’s neck.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asks worriedly, his motions slowing down.
“No, yeah, fine,” Brendon rushes out. “It- it hurts,” his face scrunches up. Ryan almost stops right there because the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt Brendon. “Don’t stop, I can take it,” Brendon adds when he notices Ryan’s hesitance.
Ryan leans down to kiss him, trying to offer comfort, and he thrusts in again, driving his hips deeper, and Brendon gasps, a choppy moan spilling from him. “Oh, oh, right there,” he whimpers, pushing back against Ryan’s cock. Ryan stares in amazement at the panting, writhing boy underneath him, and he smiles because he made him feel like that.
He keeps thrusting in that same spot, his own moans spilling out one after another at how incredible the tight heat around him feels. “God, Brendon,” he groans, voice starting to get hoarse. “B-Bren, Brendon,” he repeats, and it’s like he can’t stop saying his name, like it’s the only thing in his mind. Just Brendon.
Brendon pulls him down, kissing him and tangling their tongues together hotly. His whole body shudders, Ryan pounding into him deeper with each thrust. Brendon never thought it would feel this good. It hurts, yeah, but it also feels fucking incredible and he just thought it would be a lot of pain.
Ryan hoists Brendon’s leg up onto his hip, trying to get as deep as he can because the deeper he goes, the more pleasure Brendon seems to be in, and that’s all Ryan’s really concerned with.
“You feel s-so good,” Ryan breathes sharply, his motions getting sloppier as the heat in his abdomen increases. He moves his hand to Brendon’s cock, fisting it quickly and causing Brendon’s face to screw up in pleasure.
“Ryan,” Brendon moans, and then he’s coming onto his stomach, hips lifting up off the bed and ass grinding back against Ryan’s cock. Ryan bites his lip, hitches Brendon’s leg up further on his hip, and thrusts in faster until he can’t take it anymore, his body going over the edge and his vision getting spotty as he comes hard. He’s groaning, gasping, stuttering Brendon’s name and holding onto the side of his neck.
He stops moving, resting his forehead against Brendon’s and breathing harshly. “I love you so much,” he whispers, chest rising and falling heavily. He pulls out carefully, falling onto his side and cuddling up to the younger boy.
“Not as much as I love you,” Brendon whispers back, smiling softly and accepting Ryan’s kiss.
As far as first times go, he’s never going to regret his.
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A/N: So I meant to post this last night but I had been awake for 26 hours and was basically delirious so I passed out. But I'm going to try and post day four today as well so I won't be behind. I thought this prompt was really cute and I hope you liked it! Comments are appreciated. ♥ Also thanks to were_so_starvin for being my amazing beta and looking over all these for me. :)