Fixation
Title: fixation
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: docking)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Brendon has a problem where he's obsessed with Ryan's dick. A sexy problem. \o/
Notes: 1,145 words. Written for hellodolly123 ♥ because she showed me this (NSFW!)
"I think you have a problem."
"Mmhmm," Brendon says, moving closer to Ryan on the bed. Ryan scoots back until he bumps into the headboard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when Brendon reaches for Ryan's legs, pulling them up over his own and around his hips, so there's a small space between them where both their legs are spread open, facing each other. Ryan's thighs rest on Brendon's where their legs are crossed.
Ryan leans back into the headboard, waiting for Brendon to move. Brendon just smiles back at Ryan, rubbing his hands over the soft skin on the insides of Ryan's bare thighs, fingers brushing close to where Ryan really wants them without actually touching him.
"I prefer the word fixation," Brendon says quietly, finally reaching between them and curling his hand around Ryan's cock. Ryan shudders, staring down between their bodies as Brendon strokes him to hardness, his own cock already hard and resting against his stomach.
Whatever Brendon wants to call his problem, it's fairly obvious that he has some sort of fascination with Ryan's cock, the way Ryan has that extra skin where Brendon doesn't. Sometimes he'll be ridiculous about it, spending too much time playing with the foreskin of Ryan's cock until Ryan's hard just from all the stimulation, from the way Brendon's fingers keep brushing over the sensitive head.
Sometimes, though, Brendon comes up with these plans. Plans that involve whispering hotly into Ryan's ear about fucking his cock against Ryan's, rubbing together under the foreskin until Ryan can't take it anymore, until he begs Brendon to let him come.
The dirty talk is always enough to get Ryan naked, on a hotel bed, waiting to see if Brendon will actually make good on his promises. Which is how he ends up with Brendon sitting in front of him, jerking Ryan off slowly and licking his lips when the flushed tip of Ryan's cock peeks out from his foreskin. Ryan doesn't know why Brendon gets so turned on just from some extra skin on Ryan's cock, but Ryan can't pretend it doesn't turn him on just as much, seeing how much Brendon is into it.
"Brendon," Ryan says, biting his lip when it comes out as a whine.
Brendon looks up and smiles, leaning forward and kissing Ryan hard, sucking at Ryan's swollen bottom lip until Ryan opens his mouth for Brendon. Brendon's hand goes still on Ryan's cock, instead rubbing his thumb back and forth over the swollen head, swallowing Ryan's moans and letting his own cock slide against the inside of Ryan's thigh.
"Brendon, that's--fuck, let's do this," Ryan breathes quickly, and Brendon bites at Ryan's lip once more before leaning back, using both hands to reach between their bodies and line the tips of their cocks up together.
Ryan holds his breath as Brendon pushes, the head of his cock slippery from pre-come and sensitive as Brendon tries to stretch Ryan's foreskin over his own cock. It takes a second and some more pushing, but they've done this enough times now that Ryan knows Brendon can fit, that it's only a matter of pushing and stretching. And the skin stretching so much it just starts to hurt is part of what Ryan loves about it, the feeling like it's too much and not enough at the same time.
Brendon's cock finally slips inside, next to Ryan's underneath the skin, and Ryan tilts his head back as Brendon starts thrusting, panting out something about Ryan being "so fucking tight, christ." Ryan keeps his hands braced on the bed at his sides as Brendon holds their cocks together, his hips jerking forward so his cock pushes up against Ryan's, creating a hot, tight friction that makes Ryan's eyes fall shut, breathing hard as Brendon moves.
Brendon rubs his thumb over the outside of Ryan's skin where he holds them together, and when he says, "Fuck, Ryan, look," Ryan's eyes flutter back open, glancing first at Brendon's dark eyes and then down between their bodies.
Brendon's hips are moving faster now, and Ryan can see the way the head of his cock pushes forward, straining against the skin with each thrust. Ryan's hips start moving a little too, involuntarily, biting his lip again when he wants to groan. It's so much, the pressure right next to his cock, the way Brendon's wet tip rubs over Ryan's when his cock slips out and Brendon has to stop to push it back under the foreskin.
"You're so hot like this," Brendon says in a low voice. Ryan breath stutters when Brendon's pushes his cock hard against Ryan's. "It's so tight, Ryan, it's like." Brendon groans, hand jerking the lengths of their cocks together fast, slippery from the pre-come that's leaked out from under Ryan's foreskin. "It's like I'm fucking you."
"Yes, yes," Ryan moans, tilting his head back again and working his hips with Brendon, his head full of thoughts of Brendon inside him, now. His thighs ache from being spread open wide for so long, but the only thing that matters is the throb between his legs, the way his stomach goes tight like he's close. Brendon pushes forward hard and Ryan gasps when he can feel Brendon's balls brush against his own. "Brendon, I--"
"C'mon," Brendon pants, breathless, and when he squeezes his fist tight where he's holding their cocks together, Ryan finally cries out and comes, hips jerking through his orgasm, his come spilling over Brendon's cock where it's still snug up underneath his foreskin.
Brendon moans in surprise when he feels Ryan's cock twitch as he comes, hot and wet over Brendon's cock. Brendon pulls his own cock back so the head is pressed into Ryan's again, right under his foreskin, holding it there as he jerks himself off quickly.
Ryan shudders when he feels Brendon's come spurt against the over-sensitive tip of his cock, getting him wetter and making him squirm impatiently for Brendon to finish, the head of his cock still rubbing up next to Ryan's as Brendon comes down from his orgasm.
"Brendon," Ryan whimpers, and Brendon finally lets go of his own cock, reaching for Ryan and jerking him slowly with the skin pulled back, the come dripping down between their bodies. Ryan shudders and shies away from Brendon's touch when it's too much, and Brendon starts to laugh, wiping his hand on the sheets and leaning forward to kiss Ryan.
Ryan gasps into Brendon's mouth when Brendon's cock brushes against his and Brendon just kisses harder, sliding his lips down Ryan's neck and sucking at the skin there.
"Thanks," Brendon whispers hotly, fingers brushing over the extra skin that covers the tip of Ryan's cock, and Ryan's hips jerk again.
"Yeah, no problem," Ryan says, tilting his head back as Brendon's lips trail down his throat.
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: docking)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Brendon has a problem where he's obsessed with Ryan's dick. A sexy problem. \o/
Notes: 1,145 words. Written for hellodolly123 ♥ because she showed me this (NSFW!)
"I think you have a problem."
"Mmhmm," Brendon says, moving closer to Ryan on the bed. Ryan scoots back until he bumps into the headboard, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when Brendon reaches for Ryan's legs, pulling them up over his own and around his hips, so there's a small space between them where both their legs are spread open, facing each other. Ryan's thighs rest on Brendon's where their legs are crossed.
Ryan leans back into the headboard, waiting for Brendon to move. Brendon just smiles back at Ryan, rubbing his hands over the soft skin on the insides of Ryan's bare thighs, fingers brushing close to where Ryan really wants them without actually touching him.
"I prefer the word fixation," Brendon says quietly, finally reaching between them and curling his hand around Ryan's cock. Ryan shudders, staring down between their bodies as Brendon strokes him to hardness, his own cock already hard and resting against his stomach.
Whatever Brendon wants to call his problem, it's fairly obvious that he has some sort of fascination with Ryan's cock, the way Ryan has that extra skin where Brendon doesn't. Sometimes he'll be ridiculous about it, spending too much time playing with the foreskin of Ryan's cock until Ryan's hard just from all the stimulation, from the way Brendon's fingers keep brushing over the sensitive head.
Sometimes, though, Brendon comes up with these plans. Plans that involve whispering hotly into Ryan's ear about fucking his cock against Ryan's, rubbing together under the foreskin until Ryan can't take it anymore, until he begs Brendon to let him come.
The dirty talk is always enough to get Ryan naked, on a hotel bed, waiting to see if Brendon will actually make good on his promises. Which is how he ends up with Brendon sitting in front of him, jerking Ryan off slowly and licking his lips when the flushed tip of Ryan's cock peeks out from his foreskin. Ryan doesn't know why Brendon gets so turned on just from some extra skin on Ryan's cock, but Ryan can't pretend it doesn't turn him on just as much, seeing how much Brendon is into it.
"Brendon," Ryan says, biting his lip when it comes out as a whine.
Brendon looks up and smiles, leaning forward and kissing Ryan hard, sucking at Ryan's swollen bottom lip until Ryan opens his mouth for Brendon. Brendon's hand goes still on Ryan's cock, instead rubbing his thumb back and forth over the swollen head, swallowing Ryan's moans and letting his own cock slide against the inside of Ryan's thigh.
"Brendon, that's--fuck, let's do this," Ryan breathes quickly, and Brendon bites at Ryan's lip once more before leaning back, using both hands to reach between their bodies and line the tips of their cocks up together.
Ryan holds his breath as Brendon pushes, the head of his cock slippery from pre-come and sensitive as Brendon tries to stretch Ryan's foreskin over his own cock. It takes a second and some more pushing, but they've done this enough times now that Ryan knows Brendon can fit, that it's only a matter of pushing and stretching. And the skin stretching so much it just starts to hurt is part of what Ryan loves about it, the feeling like it's too much and not enough at the same time.
Brendon's cock finally slips inside, next to Ryan's underneath the skin, and Ryan tilts his head back as Brendon starts thrusting, panting out something about Ryan being "so fucking tight, christ." Ryan keeps his hands braced on the bed at his sides as Brendon holds their cocks together, his hips jerking forward so his cock pushes up against Ryan's, creating a hot, tight friction that makes Ryan's eyes fall shut, breathing hard as Brendon moves.
Brendon rubs his thumb over the outside of Ryan's skin where he holds them together, and when he says, "Fuck, Ryan, look," Ryan's eyes flutter back open, glancing first at Brendon's dark eyes and then down between their bodies.
Brendon's hips are moving faster now, and Ryan can see the way the head of his cock pushes forward, straining against the skin with each thrust. Ryan's hips start moving a little too, involuntarily, biting his lip again when he wants to groan. It's so much, the pressure right next to his cock, the way Brendon's wet tip rubs over Ryan's when his cock slips out and Brendon has to stop to push it back under the foreskin.
"You're so hot like this," Brendon says in a low voice. Ryan breath stutters when Brendon's pushes his cock hard against Ryan's. "It's so tight, Ryan, it's like." Brendon groans, hand jerking the lengths of their cocks together fast, slippery from the pre-come that's leaked out from under Ryan's foreskin. "It's like I'm fucking you."
"Yes, yes," Ryan moans, tilting his head back again and working his hips with Brendon, his head full of thoughts of Brendon inside him, now. His thighs ache from being spread open wide for so long, but the only thing that matters is the throb between his legs, the way his stomach goes tight like he's close. Brendon pushes forward hard and Ryan gasps when he can feel Brendon's balls brush against his own. "Brendon, I--"
"C'mon," Brendon pants, breathless, and when he squeezes his fist tight where he's holding their cocks together, Ryan finally cries out and comes, hips jerking through his orgasm, his come spilling over Brendon's cock where it's still snug up underneath his foreskin.
Brendon moans in surprise when he feels Ryan's cock twitch as he comes, hot and wet over Brendon's cock. Brendon pulls his own cock back so the head is pressed into Ryan's again, right under his foreskin, holding it there as he jerks himself off quickly.
Ryan shudders when he feels Brendon's come spurt against the over-sensitive tip of his cock, getting him wetter and making him squirm impatiently for Brendon to finish, the head of his cock still rubbing up next to Ryan's as Brendon comes down from his orgasm.
"Brendon," Ryan whimpers, and Brendon finally lets go of his own cock, reaching for Ryan and jerking him slowly with the skin pulled back, the come dripping down between their bodies. Ryan shudders and shies away from Brendon's touch when it's too much, and Brendon starts to laugh, wiping his hand on the sheets and leaning forward to kiss Ryan.
Ryan gasps into Brendon's mouth when Brendon's cock brushes against his and Brendon just kisses harder, sliding his lips down Ryan's neck and sucking at the skin there.
"Thanks," Brendon whispers hotly, fingers brushing over the extra skin that covers the tip of Ryan's cock, and Ryan's hips jerk again.
"Yeah, no problem," Ryan says, tilting his head back as Brendon's lips trail down his throat.