fic: her morning elegance
fic: her morning elegance
Jared Monaco/Kennedy Brock
NC17, 1416
cross-dressing, sex, song title from oren lavie
“Such a pretty girl,” Jared says, hands big on Kennedy’s narrow little hips. “You got your boy-cunt all nice and wet for me?”
Kennedy keens, long skinny legs covered in knee-high white stockings, hooker heels forgotten somewhere in the hallway. Kennedy’s boy-cunt is wet from his own fingers and he says, “y-yeah, yes,” when Jared’s fingers sneak up under his short skirt. It’s blue and sits just right on his thighs when he’s actually wearing it correctly but right now it’s bunched up around his hips while Jared works his panties off. They’re lacey and bubblegum pink and sit just right on Kennedy’s hips and he makes noises into the back of his throat as Jared slips the panties over his thighs and past his knees.
“Let me see,” Jared says and brings Kennedy’s legs together before he hooks his arm under Kennedy’s knees and forces his legs to his chest. Kennedy holds his legs in place and Jared runs his thumb over his hole, just enough pressure to make Kennedy feel it but not enough to push in and Kennedy shakes in his knees and in his arms.
His hair falls into his eyes and Kennedy tries to move it out of the way but the wig just slides down on his forehead, uncomfortable and hot. It’s brown and straight with curls at the end, just like all the hipsters that show up to their shows and he hates it. It gets caught behind his shoulders and clings to his back, makes his skin feel prickly and it’s too big for his head, nothing like the specially made ones he has in his closet.
“You like that?” Jared asks because he’s a talker, likes it when Kennedy asks and begs and tells him how much he loves his cock, and presses his thumb against Kennedy’s hole until the ring gives and sucks his thumb in, greedy for anything Jared will give it. Kennedy mewls and presses back against it, strains to see how Jared’s thumb looks pressing into him but his panties are in the way, caught on his ankles, and he whines and tries to shake it off.
“You wanna see?” Jared asks and pulls the panties off one foot with his other hand. “It’s going to look so much better when it’s my cock pushing into you. Can’t wait for that, can you, slut?”
Kennedy nods quickly, blood rushing to his head, and he wiggles his ass and tries to get Jared’s thumb deeper. He’s not patient, has never been patient, and doesn’t like it when Jared teases. “Jared,” he says and trips over his tongue, “Jared, please, please, please.”
Jared grins and pours more lube over his thumb and Kennedy’s hole and when he pulls his thumb out he pushes back in with two fingers, long and thick. He pumps them in and out the same way he’d fuck a cunt with his fingers and Kennedy tips his head back and arches his back, his stockings rubbing against his nipples and the soft material of his skirt catching on the spongy head of his cock.
Jared likes to take his time even if Kennedy’s ready, likes to play around like there’s an actual cunt there, likes to murmur words like baby girl, sweetheart, hush sweetheart hush I’ve got you against the inside of Kennedy’s knee. Kennedy hates it and loves it because it makes his heart do weird things and makes him like Jared more than he should but he hates it because it takes too long and all he wants is for Jared to fuck him within an inch of his life.
“Stop it,” Kennedy says when Jared starts the murmurs and cries out when Jared hooks his fingers just right, too fast and too hard on his prostate too soon.
“Stop my fingers?” Jared asks, wicked grin on his face, and his fingers stop momentarily as Kennedy thrashes around, wig slipping dangerously down the back of his head to expose his natural hair, and his skirt rubbing too hard against the head of his cock.
“Feisty,” Jared says and nips at Kennedy’s knee when Kennedy kicks at his thigh and tries to flip himself over. His fingers slip free with a laugh and Kennedy fixes his wig and sets himself on his knees before he pushes at Jared’s thigh again with his toes and says, “Come on, just do it, don’t you want to do it?” And wiggles his ass because he’s a slut like that and just wants to get fucked and take a nap and then go trick or treating because he was promised that if he dressed up like this (not that he doesn’t dress up like this all the time it’s just that it’s Halloween and what’s the point of dressing up as something you are usually during the rest of the year?).
Jared’s fingers brush against his hole again and Kennedy flips his hair over his shoulder and arches his back, ready to kick Jared in the balls if he decides to play with it again, but Jared just grins and smacks his ass before he’s using two fingers to spread Kennedy’s cheeks wide and his hand to push the head of his cock against the clench of Kennedy’s ass.
Kennedy pushes back and Jared presses forward and then Jared’s in, right past that first ring of muscle until his balls slap against Kennedy’s ass. It’s thrilling to be filled like this, feels just right and Kennedy thinks he’s made just right for cock, like God made him specifically just to take cock and play guitar.
Jared pulls out and then pushes back in, short shallow thrusts that knock the wind out of Kennedy’s lungs just right and Kennedy leans his head down and presses his cheek against the pillows, Jared’s hands big on his hips.
Jared’s hands are Kennedy’s favorite part about the man, next to his stomach and his cock, and sometimes his thighs, and he presses back not necessarily to get Jared’s cock deeper but to deepen Jared’s hold on him.
Jared’s hips start to move faster and he rings tight little noises out of Kennedy’s mouth, the kind of noises Kennedy only makes when he’s been fucked right, and Jared covers him with his body and kisses at where spine meets neck, the little knob of bone so pretty as it strains against Kennedy’s white skin.
“Baby,” Jared says, voice husky with sex, “baby you’re so wet for me,” he presses open mouthed kisses to Kennedy’s shoulders and down his spine until he rams himself in over and over again, his thumb coming up to press and rub against the skin of Kennedy’s hole like it’s a clit every chance he gets. Kennedy mewls and bites the pillow below him and resist the urge to touch himself because girls don’t come like that.
“Jared, Jared,” he chants because it’s not enough, it’s never enough, he’s always too greedy, but then Jared pulls out and rams himself in hard, right against Kennedy’s prostate and Kennedy digs his fingers into the sheets while Jared fucks him into coming too quick.
Kennedy goes limp after that, always boneless and useless after coming, and Jared takes the opportunity to pull out and flip Kennedy over and push back in all before Kennedy can even protest. His legs go up on Jared’s shoulders and Jared kisses him hard and sloppy like horny teenagers with no experience before he fucks in, skin sticky with sweat and ass flexing.
“So big,” Kennedy whispers and hooks his arm around Jared’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss and Jared bites at his lip so hard Kennedy thinks it might rip apart but then Jared lets go and comes, hot wet fluid filling Kennedy and Kennedy can't think of anything but how good it feels and how wet his boy-cunt must be by now.
Jared doesn’t pull out right away, just keeps making shallow desperate thrusts into Kennedy until he finally tires and pulls out slowly like he’s trying to keep all the wet snuggled up inside of Kennedy.
Kennedy remains limp and lets Jared roll them until he’s resting on Jared’s thighs, wig amazingly still in place, the curls loose against his nipples and itchy.
“Should have fucked you like this,” Jared mumbles and Kennedy rolls his eyes, flings the wig into a corner and arranges himself until he’s sprawled out over Jared and the rest of the bed.
Jared Monaco/Kennedy Brock
NC17, 1416
cross-dressing, sex, song title from oren lavie
“Such a pretty girl,” Jared says, hands big on Kennedy’s narrow little hips. “You got your boy-cunt all nice and wet for me?”
Kennedy keens, long skinny legs covered in knee-high white stockings, hooker heels forgotten somewhere in the hallway. Kennedy’s boy-cunt is wet from his own fingers and he says, “y-yeah, yes,” when Jared’s fingers sneak up under his short skirt. It’s blue and sits just right on his thighs when he’s actually wearing it correctly but right now it’s bunched up around his hips while Jared works his panties off. They’re lacey and bubblegum pink and sit just right on Kennedy’s hips and he makes noises into the back of his throat as Jared slips the panties over his thighs and past his knees.
“Let me see,” Jared says and brings Kennedy’s legs together before he hooks his arm under Kennedy’s knees and forces his legs to his chest. Kennedy holds his legs in place and Jared runs his thumb over his hole, just enough pressure to make Kennedy feel it but not enough to push in and Kennedy shakes in his knees and in his arms.
His hair falls into his eyes and Kennedy tries to move it out of the way but the wig just slides down on his forehead, uncomfortable and hot. It’s brown and straight with curls at the end, just like all the hipsters that show up to their shows and he hates it. It gets caught behind his shoulders and clings to his back, makes his skin feel prickly and it’s too big for his head, nothing like the specially made ones he has in his closet.
“You like that?” Jared asks because he’s a talker, likes it when Kennedy asks and begs and tells him how much he loves his cock, and presses his thumb against Kennedy’s hole until the ring gives and sucks his thumb in, greedy for anything Jared will give it. Kennedy mewls and presses back against it, strains to see how Jared’s thumb looks pressing into him but his panties are in the way, caught on his ankles, and he whines and tries to shake it off.
“You wanna see?” Jared asks and pulls the panties off one foot with his other hand. “It’s going to look so much better when it’s my cock pushing into you. Can’t wait for that, can you, slut?”
Kennedy nods quickly, blood rushing to his head, and he wiggles his ass and tries to get Jared’s thumb deeper. He’s not patient, has never been patient, and doesn’t like it when Jared teases. “Jared,” he says and trips over his tongue, “Jared, please, please, please.”
Jared grins and pours more lube over his thumb and Kennedy’s hole and when he pulls his thumb out he pushes back in with two fingers, long and thick. He pumps them in and out the same way he’d fuck a cunt with his fingers and Kennedy tips his head back and arches his back, his stockings rubbing against his nipples and the soft material of his skirt catching on the spongy head of his cock.
Jared likes to take his time even if Kennedy’s ready, likes to play around like there’s an actual cunt there, likes to murmur words like baby girl, sweetheart, hush sweetheart hush I’ve got you against the inside of Kennedy’s knee. Kennedy hates it and loves it because it makes his heart do weird things and makes him like Jared more than he should but he hates it because it takes too long and all he wants is for Jared to fuck him within an inch of his life.
“Stop it,” Kennedy says when Jared starts the murmurs and cries out when Jared hooks his fingers just right, too fast and too hard on his prostate too soon.
“Stop my fingers?” Jared asks, wicked grin on his face, and his fingers stop momentarily as Kennedy thrashes around, wig slipping dangerously down the back of his head to expose his natural hair, and his skirt rubbing too hard against the head of his cock.
“Feisty,” Jared says and nips at Kennedy’s knee when Kennedy kicks at his thigh and tries to flip himself over. His fingers slip free with a laugh and Kennedy fixes his wig and sets himself on his knees before he pushes at Jared’s thigh again with his toes and says, “Come on, just do it, don’t you want to do it?” And wiggles his ass because he’s a slut like that and just wants to get fucked and take a nap and then go trick or treating because he was promised that if he dressed up like this (not that he doesn’t dress up like this all the time it’s just that it’s Halloween and what’s the point of dressing up as something you are usually during the rest of the year?).
Jared’s fingers brush against his hole again and Kennedy flips his hair over his shoulder and arches his back, ready to kick Jared in the balls if he decides to play with it again, but Jared just grins and smacks his ass before he’s using two fingers to spread Kennedy’s cheeks wide and his hand to push the head of his cock against the clench of Kennedy’s ass.
Kennedy pushes back and Jared presses forward and then Jared’s in, right past that first ring of muscle until his balls slap against Kennedy’s ass. It’s thrilling to be filled like this, feels just right and Kennedy thinks he’s made just right for cock, like God made him specifically just to take cock and play guitar.
Jared pulls out and then pushes back in, short shallow thrusts that knock the wind out of Kennedy’s lungs just right and Kennedy leans his head down and presses his cheek against the pillows, Jared’s hands big on his hips.
Jared’s hands are Kennedy’s favorite part about the man, next to his stomach and his cock, and sometimes his thighs, and he presses back not necessarily to get Jared’s cock deeper but to deepen Jared’s hold on him.
Jared’s hips start to move faster and he rings tight little noises out of Kennedy’s mouth, the kind of noises Kennedy only makes when he’s been fucked right, and Jared covers him with his body and kisses at where spine meets neck, the little knob of bone so pretty as it strains against Kennedy’s white skin.
“Baby,” Jared says, voice husky with sex, “baby you’re so wet for me,” he presses open mouthed kisses to Kennedy’s shoulders and down his spine until he rams himself in over and over again, his thumb coming up to press and rub against the skin of Kennedy’s hole like it’s a clit every chance he gets. Kennedy mewls and bites the pillow below him and resist the urge to touch himself because girls don’t come like that.
“Jared, Jared,” he chants because it’s not enough, it’s never enough, he’s always too greedy, but then Jared pulls out and rams himself in hard, right against Kennedy’s prostate and Kennedy digs his fingers into the sheets while Jared fucks him into coming too quick.
Kennedy goes limp after that, always boneless and useless after coming, and Jared takes the opportunity to pull out and flip Kennedy over and push back in all before Kennedy can even protest. His legs go up on Jared’s shoulders and Jared kisses him hard and sloppy like horny teenagers with no experience before he fucks in, skin sticky with sweat and ass flexing.
“So big,” Kennedy whispers and hooks his arm around Jared’s neck and pulls him down for another kiss and Jared bites at his lip so hard Kennedy thinks it might rip apart but then Jared lets go and comes, hot wet fluid filling Kennedy and Kennedy can't think of anything but how good it feels and how wet his boy-cunt must be by now.
Jared doesn’t pull out right away, just keeps making shallow desperate thrusts into Kennedy until he finally tires and pulls out slowly like he’s trying to keep all the wet snuggled up inside of Kennedy.
Kennedy remains limp and lets Jared roll them until he’s resting on Jared’s thighs, wig amazingly still in place, the curls loose against his nipples and itchy.
“Should have fucked you like this,” Jared mumbles and Kennedy rolls his eyes, flings the wig into a corner and arranges himself until he’s sprawled out over Jared and the rest of the bed.