Candy-Man
Warning!: contains explicit gay sex.
Johnny had a honey voice and brown sugar eyes.
I'd never had much of a sweet tooth, but I didn't mind his candy cane kisses. I didn't mind when Johnny suckled my lips into his mouth, brushed long knobby fingers gentle-like on my cheek.
"Kimmy, you daydreamin' again?" The words came out as puffs of warm air as he nuzzled my cheek. I didn't mind my too-girly nickname the way he said it, either.
"Nah."
Hands fell on his chest, lay still for a moment to feel his heartbeat like a drum. Then buttons popping open, one by one and it was so quiet in this buttery bright room that you could hear everything. Rustle of a plaid shirt slipping off broad caramel shoulders. Creaking bed frame. Breath from a candy heart mouth. Why only one? I sucked in air. Ah, there. Two.
Johnny peered at me with sugar eyes lidded, lashes waxy and tangled and long. I licked my lips.
A casual throw and my tank top was across the room. I pressed my chest against his, rubbed my pink nipples against brown ones. He gasped and let me push him into the cream bedspread. Large hands found their way up my back, traced the dip of my spine and slid under my jeans to cup my bare ass.
Atop him I wriggled to better feel the heat of his abdomen and hardness of his cock. After a moment the large hands held me in place and squeezed my cheeks. Then Johnny hooked thumbs in my jeans, pushed them down as I pressed kiss after kiss against his lips.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. After each I paused to gaze at him before bringing my lips down for the next.
Once my jeans were down to my knees I kicked them off, rose into a squat and sat on Johnny's abs. He oof!-ed and I grinned, slid my body down a bit and put my hands behind my back to force his open pants and briefs down. It was an awkward position to say the least.
After my fifth unsuccessful attempt to get rid of his pants, Johnny worked himself up till he was sitting properly and wiggled out of them himself with a hand on my back.
"Finally." I said and delighted in the feel of Johnny's newly-freed erection against the curve of my ass. I spread my legs a bit more to get his cock in between my cheeks, squeezing them hard when he was nestled in between them.
Johnny groaned. His arms curled tight around me and he pressed his lips to the junction where my neck and shoulder met.
"Ungh, you've got skin like peaches. It's soft and juicy and so fucking sweet." That honey voice had gone thick with lust. His fingers caressed anywhere they could reach with his arms still locked tight around my body. I felt him thrust against my crack, sweat making the passage easier. He licked a wet stripe along the column of my throat.
In retaliation I scraped my nails against his back none too gently. He knew I always thought it was weird when he licked me.
"I'm not sweet." I insisted and bit his ear. Johnny was the sweet one.
"Ah! What the- Kimmy!" He released me from his grip to rub at his injury. Taking advantage of the situation I pushed him down on the bed and turned around. On my elbows and knees facing his cock, I took the leaking red head into my mouth and swirled it around. Johnny gasped and I caught the way his eyes blew wide and then shut tight when I applied more pressure. He gripped my hips then and turned me so I was laying on my side. Not minding, I let him without a fuss. I was engrossed in my task.
Johnny's erection was just as sweet as the rest of him. I kissed his weeping red mushroom head before slipping a condom I'd knicked from his pants pocket over the length. Then I let my lips slide down the coffee colored shaft. Thick veins snaked along the length of it, and that as well as the way it curved out and then towards Johnny's stomach had been the cause of many a jack-off session on my part. There was a time when I had difficulty taking the whole length into my throat because the curve would press his head against my palate and choke me. With practice, however, I was now able to swallow Johnny's cock in one slurp.
The way his moan vibrated deep in his throat and his hips spasmed was its own reward.
Pleased with myself, I hummed around Johnny's pulsing member. My tongue circled around the base and I caressed his furry balls with one hand and his thigh with the other. I pumped my head back and forth to the litany of Johnny's cries.
Therefore I was completely justified in my reaction when a spit-slicked finger pushed deep into my hole without warning.
"Mm- Mmph!" My suprised shriek was muffled by the cock in my mouth. My back arched into a bow and I popped off the length with a gasp. In the meantime his finger never ceased its assault, pushing in and out of me at a fast pace that gave me no time to adjust. Craning my neck back showed a determined expression on Johnny's face. Determined to do what, however, I wasn't sure.
He met my olive gaze with seemingly no concern for the way I had begun to whimper from my lover's unusually rough ministrations, the way I tried to wiggle my hips left and right to dislodge his finger.
"Johnny! Go slower!"
The only response I got was a second finger sliding mercilessly into me.
It became clear that he wasn't listening to me. My indignant cries became incomprehensible as he began scissoring my hole. When he rubbed his fingertips against my prostate I finally flopped down on him and clutched the sheets, unable to fight the waves of pleasure that crashed down on me. I wailed from the sensations in my ass and tried to get some relief for my swollen dick, and all the while Johnny was silent. The thinking part of my brain couldn't believe it. Johnny was always the louder one of the two of us. If I couldn't see the way his cock was leaking and throbbing I would have thought he'd gone soft.
Any thoughts I had about taking the shaft back into my mouth were shattered when Johnny pushed in a third finger.
"Stop being so mean- ah!"
Finally, my lover broke his silence. "You've been very naughty today, Kimmy. If you want me to listen to you, you'll have to ask nicely." There was gravel in that honey voice like I had never imagined before. But realizing his motives at last, I stubbornly shook my head. He couldn't get me to play the good little boy just because he was being a little rough.
A slight catch of his nails against my walls nearly had me recanting that thought. But then those cruel digits were being retracted. Naively, I sighed in relief. Even when Johnny deposited me so I lay face-down on a pillow with legs spread beneath him, I didn't suspect the insistent press of his erection against my sorely used hole.
I clenched around the intrusion, squeezing out a fierce sound of pleasure from my lover. He immediately set a brisk pace that had me thrashing in the sheets. Johnny's firm hands and thrusting cock were the only points of contact between us, keeping me from frotting against the mattress.
I growled in frustration and reached down to relieve my erection. He swatted my hand away.
"Johnny! Just- Just touch me." I was beyond aching now, and my dick weeping in sympathy did little to console me.
I turned my head to the side and gave him my most pathetic look. He continued as if ignoring me, and the look was ruined when a series of thrusts hit right on my prostate. My usually considerate lover then proceeded to grind against the spot and tip his head back in a moan. I squeezed my eyes shut and an embarrassingly needy whine passed through my lips. The pleasure had become so bright that it hurt. Keeping my pride was not worth prolonging this torture.
"Please touch me, Johnny! I won't be naughty- I promise, I'll be so good, just touch me, I can't take anymore..."
Johnny's climax hit hard and he finished with a flurry of rapid strokes in my channel, roaring in a way that would have had me smirking were it not that I still hadn't come. Pulling out, he tied up the condom in an efficient bundle and threw it towards the trash bin.
Before I could begin fretting that he wouldn't give me release, my lover turned me over and quickly took my dick into his mouth. I nearly cried in relief.
Johnny played no games this time, and for that I was grateful. He wrapped his candy heart lips around my member and allowed me to thrust wildly into the hot wet tunnel while gently caressing my balls. I carded my hands through his thick hair and jerked his head to peer at me. His brown sugar eyes twinkled sweetly. That's the Johnny I know. And the look in his eyes, combined with the heat around my cock and the thorough fucking I had just received, brought me over the edge. I came in my lover's mouth with a keening shudder and my hands fell limply from his hair.
When Johnny pulled off and flopped next to me on his side, the grin on his face was enough for me to sock him. But my limbs had turned to jelly and so that was not a viable option. I settled for a condemning grunt and a glare. In exchange he leaned in close and peppered kisses on my nose, forehead, eyelids. His good mood, apparently, could not be beat.
"You're not too sore, are you? I prepared you pretty well though, so it shouldn't have been that bad."
Why don't you try being the one getting fucked next time then, and see how you like it!
But Johnny was so earnest. I couldn't find it in me to stab him with barbed insults. I sullenly told him the truth. "No. It wasn't bad. I..."
He drew patterns lightly on my bicep, and his curious gaze on my face made my cheeks heat up. "You what?"
"ilikedit." I rushed out and looked determinedly away from him.
Luckily he didn't ask me to repeat it. Just flashed a bright smile as if I'd made him so happy he could burst. Something clenched tight in my chest at the sight.
When Johnny drew me into a loose embrace, I pressed one hand to the nape of his neck and let my fingers rub soothing circles into his skin.
We fell asleep like that. I didn't mind it.
A/N: this certainly didn't turn out the way i planned it. much sweeter than i'd anticipated, in fact! ah, im too funny. really though i hadn't planned for it to be nearly as long or fluffy as it turned out. also, my excuse for any typos and lack of cohesiveness between parts is that im dead tired and just wanted to get this posted. hope you enjoyed this gratuitous piece of smut ^^
Johnny had a honey voice and brown sugar eyes.
I'd never had much of a sweet tooth, but I didn't mind his candy cane kisses. I didn't mind when Johnny suckled my lips into his mouth, brushed long knobby fingers gentle-like on my cheek.
"Kimmy, you daydreamin' again?" The words came out as puffs of warm air as he nuzzled my cheek. I didn't mind my too-girly nickname the way he said it, either.
"Nah."
Hands fell on his chest, lay still for a moment to feel his heartbeat like a drum. Then buttons popping open, one by one and it was so quiet in this buttery bright room that you could hear everything. Rustle of a plaid shirt slipping off broad caramel shoulders. Creaking bed frame. Breath from a candy heart mouth. Why only one? I sucked in air. Ah, there. Two.
Johnny peered at me with sugar eyes lidded, lashes waxy and tangled and long. I licked my lips.
A casual throw and my tank top was across the room. I pressed my chest against his, rubbed my pink nipples against brown ones. He gasped and let me push him into the cream bedspread. Large hands found their way up my back, traced the dip of my spine and slid under my jeans to cup my bare ass.
Atop him I wriggled to better feel the heat of his abdomen and hardness of his cock. After a moment the large hands held me in place and squeezed my cheeks. Then Johnny hooked thumbs in my jeans, pushed them down as I pressed kiss after kiss against his lips.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. After each I paused to gaze at him before bringing my lips down for the next.
Once my jeans were down to my knees I kicked them off, rose into a squat and sat on Johnny's abs. He oof!-ed and I grinned, slid my body down a bit and put my hands behind my back to force his open pants and briefs down. It was an awkward position to say the least.
After my fifth unsuccessful attempt to get rid of his pants, Johnny worked himself up till he was sitting properly and wiggled out of them himself with a hand on my back.
"Finally." I said and delighted in the feel of Johnny's newly-freed erection against the curve of my ass. I spread my legs a bit more to get his cock in between my cheeks, squeezing them hard when he was nestled in between them.
Johnny groaned. His arms curled tight around me and he pressed his lips to the junction where my neck and shoulder met.
"Ungh, you've got skin like peaches. It's soft and juicy and so fucking sweet." That honey voice had gone thick with lust. His fingers caressed anywhere they could reach with his arms still locked tight around my body. I felt him thrust against my crack, sweat making the passage easier. He licked a wet stripe along the column of my throat.
In retaliation I scraped my nails against his back none too gently. He knew I always thought it was weird when he licked me.
"I'm not sweet." I insisted and bit his ear. Johnny was the sweet one.
"Ah! What the- Kimmy!" He released me from his grip to rub at his injury. Taking advantage of the situation I pushed him down on the bed and turned around. On my elbows and knees facing his cock, I took the leaking red head into my mouth and swirled it around. Johnny gasped and I caught the way his eyes blew wide and then shut tight when I applied more pressure. He gripped my hips then and turned me so I was laying on my side. Not minding, I let him without a fuss. I was engrossed in my task.
Johnny's erection was just as sweet as the rest of him. I kissed his weeping red mushroom head before slipping a condom I'd knicked from his pants pocket over the length. Then I let my lips slide down the coffee colored shaft. Thick veins snaked along the length of it, and that as well as the way it curved out and then towards Johnny's stomach had been the cause of many a jack-off session on my part. There was a time when I had difficulty taking the whole length into my throat because the curve would press his head against my palate and choke me. With practice, however, I was now able to swallow Johnny's cock in one slurp.
The way his moan vibrated deep in his throat and his hips spasmed was its own reward.
Pleased with myself, I hummed around Johnny's pulsing member. My tongue circled around the base and I caressed his furry balls with one hand and his thigh with the other. I pumped my head back and forth to the litany of Johnny's cries.
Therefore I was completely justified in my reaction when a spit-slicked finger pushed deep into my hole without warning.
"Mm- Mmph!" My suprised shriek was muffled by the cock in my mouth. My back arched into a bow and I popped off the length with a gasp. In the meantime his finger never ceased its assault, pushing in and out of me at a fast pace that gave me no time to adjust. Craning my neck back showed a determined expression on Johnny's face. Determined to do what, however, I wasn't sure.
He met my olive gaze with seemingly no concern for the way I had begun to whimper from my lover's unusually rough ministrations, the way I tried to wiggle my hips left and right to dislodge his finger.
"Johnny! Go slower!"
The only response I got was a second finger sliding mercilessly into me.
It became clear that he wasn't listening to me. My indignant cries became incomprehensible as he began scissoring my hole. When he rubbed his fingertips against my prostate I finally flopped down on him and clutched the sheets, unable to fight the waves of pleasure that crashed down on me. I wailed from the sensations in my ass and tried to get some relief for my swollen dick, and all the while Johnny was silent. The thinking part of my brain couldn't believe it. Johnny was always the louder one of the two of us. If I couldn't see the way his cock was leaking and throbbing I would have thought he'd gone soft.
Any thoughts I had about taking the shaft back into my mouth were shattered when Johnny pushed in a third finger.
"Stop being so mean- ah!"
Finally, my lover broke his silence. "You've been very naughty today, Kimmy. If you want me to listen to you, you'll have to ask nicely." There was gravel in that honey voice like I had never imagined before. But realizing his motives at last, I stubbornly shook my head. He couldn't get me to play the good little boy just because he was being a little rough.
A slight catch of his nails against my walls nearly had me recanting that thought. But then those cruel digits were being retracted. Naively, I sighed in relief. Even when Johnny deposited me so I lay face-down on a pillow with legs spread beneath him, I didn't suspect the insistent press of his erection against my sorely used hole.
I clenched around the intrusion, squeezing out a fierce sound of pleasure from my lover. He immediately set a brisk pace that had me thrashing in the sheets. Johnny's firm hands and thrusting cock were the only points of contact between us, keeping me from frotting against the mattress.
I growled in frustration and reached down to relieve my erection. He swatted my hand away.
"Johnny! Just- Just touch me." I was beyond aching now, and my dick weeping in sympathy did little to console me.
I turned my head to the side and gave him my most pathetic look. He continued as if ignoring me, and the look was ruined when a series of thrusts hit right on my prostate. My usually considerate lover then proceeded to grind against the spot and tip his head back in a moan. I squeezed my eyes shut and an embarrassingly needy whine passed through my lips. The pleasure had become so bright that it hurt. Keeping my pride was not worth prolonging this torture.
"Please touch me, Johnny! I won't be naughty- I promise, I'll be so good, just touch me, I can't take anymore..."
Johnny's climax hit hard and he finished with a flurry of rapid strokes in my channel, roaring in a way that would have had me smirking were it not that I still hadn't come. Pulling out, he tied up the condom in an efficient bundle and threw it towards the trash bin.
Before I could begin fretting that he wouldn't give me release, my lover turned me over and quickly took my dick into his mouth. I nearly cried in relief.
Johnny played no games this time, and for that I was grateful. He wrapped his candy heart lips around my member and allowed me to thrust wildly into the hot wet tunnel while gently caressing my balls. I carded my hands through his thick hair and jerked his head to peer at me. His brown sugar eyes twinkled sweetly. That's the Johnny I know. And the look in his eyes, combined with the heat around my cock and the thorough fucking I had just received, brought me over the edge. I came in my lover's mouth with a keening shudder and my hands fell limply from his hair.
When Johnny pulled off and flopped next to me on his side, the grin on his face was enough for me to sock him. But my limbs had turned to jelly and so that was not a viable option. I settled for a condemning grunt and a glare. In exchange he leaned in close and peppered kisses on my nose, forehead, eyelids. His good mood, apparently, could not be beat.
"You're not too sore, are you? I prepared you pretty well though, so it shouldn't have been that bad."
Why don't you try being the one getting fucked next time then, and see how you like it!
But Johnny was so earnest. I couldn't find it in me to stab him with barbed insults. I sullenly told him the truth. "No. It wasn't bad. I..."
He drew patterns lightly on my bicep, and his curious gaze on my face made my cheeks heat up. "You what?"
"ilikedit." I rushed out and looked determinedly away from him.
Luckily he didn't ask me to repeat it. Just flashed a bright smile as if I'd made him so happy he could burst. Something clenched tight in my chest at the sight.
When Johnny drew me into a loose embrace, I pressed one hand to the nape of his neck and let my fingers rub soothing circles into his skin.
We fell asleep like that. I didn't mind it.
A/N: this certainly didn't turn out the way i planned it. much sweeter than i'd anticipated, in fact! ah, im too funny. really though i hadn't planned for it to be nearly as long or fluffy as it turned out. also, my excuse for any typos and lack of cohesiveness between parts is that im dead tired and just wanted to get this posted. hope you enjoyed this gratuitous piece of smut ^^