More AC!JC. I promise the next one will be much better.
JC remembers falling asleep on the soundboard. He sighs. He can feel someone roll him up and place him on the sofa in the studio, throwing a blanket on him, and he falls backwards into peaceful slumber, dreams of wild rebellion and fragmented song lyrics being pushed together by Justin, who just so happens to look like he’s a founder of the da-da era.
And there’s nothing dark about his dreams, even the nastiness comes in vivid neon, hard to describe but easy to touch, taste, smell, experience. Soon, JC’s laying in a post modern apartment and the sheets are smelling like strawberries, while the phone rings in the background.
Eva’s in bed with him, She looks young, beautiful, underdeveloped at the tender age of 25 while Justin walks in, restrained elegance with a black cloth knit cap and fingerless leather gloves. JC starts to get up, but Justin shakes his head, smiling and pushing him backward.
Eva watches them in JC’s dream, as the sun shines down inside the window, bright and direct into the room, and Justin takes off his knit cap and lays it down on the feather pillow down near JC’s head before bending down and taking one of the crystal barbells into his mouth, pulling it backward so that JC can cry out in pleasure and wrap his hands in Justin’s hair. His eyes fall closed and he sinks his fingers helplessly into Justin’s skin.
Justin smiles, licking at him with a flat tongue that leaves behind trails of chocolate and mango. And when Justin’s teeth bite into him, he hears a clean snap, a strong break, and sees Justin chewing.
He invites Eva to join in.
She does, too. They eat his body and share their feed with each other in sloppy kisses and soft nuzzles. JC knows he should feel the pain, he knows a lot of things, but it doesn’t seem to work out that way.
Silently, Justin slips JC’s hand to his mouth, and bites down on it, ripping away some of the flesh. JC sees his palm bleeding. He doesn’t care, because Justin’s pulling it out of his mouth and dangling it above JC’s lips. JC opened his lips, opened his mouth, and sighed, taking the flesh into his own mouth and chewing slowly.
And then, then he’s back to square one, lying in a downy bed with Justin and Eva all at the same time, and somewhere between the kissing and groping that makes things normal, Eva pulls out a dildo gag, long and black, and straps it across Justin’s mouth.
“Look at me,” JC hears Eva say, he looks upward and she kisses him on the lips. She looks so beautiful, he thinks to himself, beautiful and flush and bothered. “Fuck him. Hard. Fuck him like the pretty little cock he is.”
He nods and understands. Justin lays there, waiting for whatever JC will give him, and he moans through the gag once JC gets on top of him. The slide down makes JC sigh, and Justin gets comfortable under him, JC starts to sink down again, and use his hips to wiggle around with Justin inside. He begins to ride Justin hard.
Soon, Justin’s groping hands get in the way, and so he holds them down.
“Suck his cock,” Eva says from afar, and JC smiles with demon eyes, rubbing his lips against the thick black dildo that juts from Justin’s face. He kisses the head, tonguing it sensitively and politely before taking about half into his mouth. Justin wraps his arms around him, and they roll around in the bed, Justin fucking his mouth and his body at the same time.
It feels good, even though Eva’s in the background, calling him a slut adoringly, ruffling his hair. And JC’s wrapped so tightly around Justin that he thinks he’s going to mesh into Justin, sucking and rubbing and stroking and suddenly, JC’s head has sunk all the way down onto Justin’s gag and they’re rubbing against each other, full bodied and everything. And JC just doesn’t want this to end. Not now, not ever.
Alas, he has to wake up.
Justin watches as JC wakes up, stretching delightfully slow. He scratches himself behind the ear, and lets his hands get lost in his hair. He purrs, sleepy sweet, and looks up to meet Justin’s eyes.
“Hi,” He whispers sleepily.
“Hi,” Justin smiles down at him. JC looks beautiful like this, normal and beautiful without the makeup and the seamless façade. JC sighs, burrowing deeper into Justin and moaning with sleepiness. “You know, you can go back to sleep.”
“I know,” JC nods, sweetly. Justin thinks he looks almost virginal like this, a short line of stubble on his chin and matted hair and blue eyes that have something remarkably soothing about him. Justin looks at his lips, bets they’re soft in vain of JC’s slumber, because they look healthy and flushed, a very, very strange thing for JC, who always wears his lips plump, abused, worried and swollen.
JC sighs, crawling up closer and humming deep in the bottom of his throat. Justin recognizes the song. Most likely because it’s his.
But that doesn’t matter, because he’s laying on his side with JC and tracing deft fingers over his tattoo. With a little bit more staging, JC would be a perfect pin-up. Messy, sleepy, insane rockstar-boy. JC takes a ringlet away from his face and pulls it down, only to watch the dark curls bounce back up again. Justin swears he’s singing a Paul Simon song under his breath because of his hazy voice. JC sighs, and turns over to kiss him.
Without thinking of it, Justin knows what he’s going to do. He knows that he’s going to lean over, sucking JC’s neck until red marks occur. JC sighs, rubbing his ass against Justin seductively in order to twist and bend over backwards into place.
The curtains are drawn and the room gets dark, even though it’s close to eleven AM. It doesn’t matter. Justin still turns JC over onto his stomach, and wrenches JC’s hands behind his back.
“Tie me into a cradle,” JC orders, and Justin obeys, until JC’s upper half is belted by leather and rope, his arms effectively folded and tied behind his back. JC’s legs are stretched out, and Justin amuses the thought of twining JC’s legs to his nipples, but decides against it. He decides against it. Instead, he belts JC’s arms to his waist, and ties his ankles to that, holding JC up and open. It feels good to do it so quickly, blindsiding JC.
“Open your mouth,” Justin orders. JC looks up at him so submissively, Justin thinks that he’s about to explode right now, before he does anything to JC. Gracefully, JC’s jaw drops down, opening his mouth wide.
Justin runs his tongue along the inside rims of JC’s mouth before taking the gag, a rubber ball, and placing it in his mouth, gently.
Taping it inside, and therefore taping the bottom part of JC’s face up, was a little harder. He should have thought of that, he thinks to himself, before he tied JC’s legs to his waist. Justin sighs. The last restraint is Justin’s favorite. A nude neck corset that slips seamlessly over JC’s lips, making it impossible to turn his head, and making it look as if a large piercing has stabbed through his Adam’s apple, another painfully beautiful vision.
When JC moans through the gag while Justin uses thin pieces of leftover twine to tie his piercings to the hook in his neck, Justin slips a hand through his hair.
“Oh yeah, you’re a painslut,” Justin smiles down at him. JC shrivels at the touch of Justin’s fingertips on the rope holding his legs open. The bonds are tied tight and JC looks beautiful like that, like a prized, groomed sex slave. “I bet you’re fizzing all over, aren’t you?”
it’s not like JC can answer. And in all honesty, Justin wouldn’t listen if he were. No. Not at all, actually.
JC’s eyes watch him as he lights a candle, and when enough wax pools around the flame, Justin slowly tips it over, hot wax spilling onto JC’s skin.
“Wanna fuck you like this. You want that?” Justin asks. And once again, JC doesn’t answer because he can’t answer. Still, he arches into the touch, his eyes closing in silent pain and arousal. JC wriggles in the middle of bed, trying to get himself comfortable, but never finds the relief he’s looking for.
And so after wax, wax, more wax, an accidental burn, and a few more puddles on the crevices of his body, JC watches Justin lay atop him, groping the naked skin on JC’s chest, plucking taunt strings and running his fingers over sensitized flesh.
He picks up the candle, and JC can see the wild look in his eyes. He knows what’s about to come.
The wax travels down his cock slowly, enough so that by the time it’s down to the base, crowning JC’s pelvis, he’s shaking, vulnerable, out there.
And suddenly, just one look makes him wild, hungry for contact that he cannot have. There’s pain in every movement, every arch, every stretch in the restraints, and when Justin’s fingers slip inside him, Justin can hear the moan through JC’s gag, through the thick material of the corset.
When Justin slips inside, inch by inch, making JC feel every single particle of him, JC’s paralyzed.
Justin smiles, slip-sliding in and out of JC’s open body, taking his time, making sure to hit every crevice and swing every way he can so that JC can feel every single thing Justin does. And when Justin comes inside him, jamming into JC as hard as he can. He holds JC tight and sighs softly, sated and spent.
And soon, when Justin’s got his wits back, he slides inside again, making JC try once again to break from the restraints placed around him. And even further, Justin slides deeper, easier this time because he’s all sprayed down and even more slick. And when Justin’s done for a second time, he begins to peel away the hot wax that JC so generously wore on the planes of his body, and soon slides down the bed and takes JC’s cock into his mouth. As such, he sucks, bobbing his head and swallowing JC whole.
JC can’t actually form words, his mouth can’t move that much, but he’s making noise, he’s grabbing onto the sheets with his folding arms. He sounds like a porn film, muffled but obscene, and Justin sucks hard, rubbing his head in JC’s roped crotch. And JC’s so ready to come that being so tightly bound does not matter to him, not now, not like before.
And the meek little sounds JC emits while he comes make Justin hard all over again, body twitching with all of the rope, legs bent and head backwards, despite the pain that has to be shooting from his chest right now. None of it matters, not at all when JC comes, instead, he’s a sobbing mess, so that when he finally does get off inside Justin’s mouth, trying to thrust meekly, his whole body is wracking. He’s screaming under the gag and Justin can hear it, hear it more than JC would like to admit.
The ropes take a little bit of jimmying before they come loose, and JC begs him to keep his arms in the cradle for a little longer, but it doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter. When the corset is stripped away, when the gag is gone, JC is desperate to kiss Justin’s lips, make Justin know that he’s not going all soft and submissive, that he’s not going to give Justin the benefit of the doubt for too long.
It’s only one in the afternoon when the curtains are revealed and the two of them get out of bed.
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