Taking a short break from my other fic, here's a quick one
Originally posted by dark_princess25 at Taking a short break from my other fic, here's a quick one
Title: Cum Over Me (Lame title is lame xP)
Pairing: G/R
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, sexual situations, boy lovin'
Summary: Just my OTP havin' a little fun experimenting!
Author's note: This fic contains M/M facesitting, cum eating & cum-swapping. If either of those activities disgust you, well...then don't read.
Ringo gazed down into George's soulful brown eyes as the younger man lay on his back on the floor, looking up at the drummer, both completely naked. Ringo knelt over him, straddling his slender shoulders, positioning his hard, aching erection over George's yummy lips, which the young guitarist was licking anxiously.
"Remember, now - ye can't use yer hands.", Ringo instructed, "Try te keep yer arms at yer sides.".
George nodded, "Alright.", more than happy to oblige his lover. Ringo took hold of his cock and aimed it toward George's awaiting mouth, smiling as he did so. He groaned softly when George flicked out his tongue and ran it underneath the head, then down the shaft and back up again, taking the head into his wet, warm mouth. Ringo breathed out his lover's name as the lad sucked gently on the head, watching the elder one as he ran a hand over his own body, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that George's mouth caused in him.
George tried to take more of Ringo's length into his mouth, but could only do so much in his current position and angle, and without the allowance to use his hands, it was indeed difficult. Noticing George's struggles, Ringo, chuckling quietly, leaned forward and, crouching on his knees and elbows over George, began thrusting his hips downward, virtually fucking George's mouth.
The guitarist was quite enjoying himself, being pinned to the floor like this, Ringo's thick cock being thrust into his throat repeatedly, and hearing all the wonderfully sexy sounds seeping from the drummer's mouth. George's own prick twitched in response between his legs.
Although breathing was a bit difficult, he managed it by taking breaths sparingly through his nose between Ringo's thrusts.
"Uhhn, George...mmm, yer mouth feels so good, darlin'.", Ringo murmured, bending his head lower to see George's lips wrapped around his cock, eagerly accepting it. His praises did not fall on deaf ears as George rolled his eyes back to look at the older boy, humming in appreciation, the vibrations from it traveling throughout Ringo's body, making him shiver.
By now, the throbbing erection in George's lap had become impossible to ignore. 'Well,', he thought, 'Ringo said not to use my hands on HIM, but he didn't say anything about using them on MYSELF...'. So, he decided to take advantage of that loophole, reaching to find his hardness and grasping it.
Soon, Ringo heard distinct moaning, if muffled, from the boy beneath him, and opened his eyes to see his thin face scrunching up in what appeared to be pleasure. Looking more closely, he noticed that George's arm seemed to be moving. That is, as much as it could move while trapped between Ringo's legs. He sat up then, his dick pulling out of George's mouth with a wet pop. The younger looked up at him, his pink, wet lips wavering with each labored breath as he regained his regular breathing, still stroking himself. But his wanking stopped almost completely when Ringo twisted around to confirm his suspicions.
George was slightly fearful of what Ringo would think about him pleasuring himself when he was told not to use his hands, hoping he assumed correctly about that loophole. But that bit of fear subsided when he heard the drummer chuckling above him.
"This turnin' ye on, luv?", Ringo grinned down at him as he began stroking his own hardness. George smiled in relief, his hand resuming its duties as Ringo resumed his. After giving it a few more strokes, he angled his dick toward George's mouth again, playfully gliding the head across his lips before allowing George to part them, giving it a suckling kiss. The young one looked up at Ringo with seductive eyes, repeating this a few more times before lapping at it with his tongue.
"Oh, Georgie.", Ringo moaned more loudly this time, once again running his hand over his smooth body, tilting his head back in pure bliss as they continuously alternated between Ringo stroking himself and George teasing him with his mouth and tongue.
The drummer looked down at the guitarist with a lusty gaze as he slapped his dick against George's tongue a few times, before the lad enveloped the head in his warm mouth again and then ran his wicked tongue along the length, giving it yet another worshipful kiss.
Ringo resituated himself so that his sacks were hovering delicately over George's mouth. He continued rubbing himself vigorously as George's tongue lapped at one of his balls, before gently sucking it into his mouth.
"Uhn! Fuck, Georgie!", Ringo gasped at the sensation, reaching up with his free hand to pinch and pull and tease his own nipple. George continued to lavish his lover's sacks with affection as he watched the drummer pleasure himself above him, and pumped faster on his own prick at the incredibly arousing display. He couldn't help but also notice how...beautiful the older yet smaller lad was like this. He was breathtaking, really.
Ringo knew that he wasn't going to last much longer, not with George's mouth driving him absolutely wild with lust. He looked down once more to watch him, and that, combined with the harsh breathing coming from the other boy as he wanked himself, finally did it for Ringo.
"Oh, baby...", he moaned breathlessly, peeling himself from George's mouth. The guitarist looked at him with anticipation, and almost immediately had Ringo's dick pushed towards his face again, just in time to see the drummer's creamy-white, hot juices shoot onto his cheeks and lips with a satisfied moan. George was only a second behind him, a choked-out moan following his release as it coated his stomach. Ringo watched him cum with fascination as he steadied his breathing.
Panting heavily, George opened his eyes to find his lover smiling down at him, and blushed slightly, as if he just realised that he was naked and covered in cum. He didn't have long to feel self-conscious though, for Ringo quickly washed that feeling away with his loving, attentive full lips.
"Oh, my Georgie.", the older boy whispered as he moved down George's body, kissing tenderly the sweaty skin of his stomach. George groaned contently, reaching down to pet at Ringo's hair while the elder lapped up the gooey substance that covered the younger's lower abdomen.
"Mmm.", George hummed, licking at the cum on his lips. Having licked up the last bit on George's tummy, Ringo traveled back upward, coming face-to-face with him again. Gazing up into those sweet, blue eyes, George felt his heart swell as his love whispered,
"Oh, Georgie, my baby...so gorgeous.", just before leaning in to taste his own release on George's face and plump lips. He ate up every last bit, but he didn't swallow. Instead, he raised his head up a little, holding George's chin gently, the boy's mouth open slightly, watching Ringo's lovely lips part slightly in turn, allowing a nice dollop of cum to drip from between them. George opened his mouth a little more, accepting the somewhat still warm substance, surprised at how incredibly erotic he was finding this to be.
George hummed in delight as he swirled it around in his mouth with his tongue, savouring the taste of Ringo. He opened his eyes again, briefly, to see his love closing in on him again, pressing his lips to George's finally. Their mouths melted together, Ringo snaking his tongue into George's, tasting himself once again as his flavor was shared between them.
When Ringo eventually pulled back, he just laid there on the bedroom floor with George for a bit, gazing down at his gorgeous boy. George gazed back at those beautiful baby blues, reflecting Ringo's sweet smile, but then he silently laughed a little.
"Wot?", Ringo giggled back.
"Oh, nothin' really, juss...where did you learn tha'?", George asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Umm...", Ringo laughed sheepishly, a blush creeping up on his face, "I dunno, 's juss somethin' tha' I wanted te try. I thought it'd kind of hott.". George also blushed a little as he confessed,
"Ah, well...you were right. It WAS strangely hott.". They shared a laugh before Ringo leaned in for another kiss, cupping George's cheek as their lips met again. George grasped the back of the drummer's neck as he kissed him back eagerly.
"Mmm...I love you, ye know?", said Ringo when they parted lips. George nodded.
"I love ye too, Ritchie.". Ringo gave him a few more pecks on the lips, then pulled away slightly.
"Shower?", he suggested with a smirk.
"Sounds good.", George grinned, and so Ringo stood and helped the lad to his feet, still holding his hand as they made their way to the bathroom.
Title: Cum Over Me (Lame title is lame xP)
Pairing: G/R
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, sexual situations, boy lovin'
Summary: Just my OTP havin' a little fun experimenting!
Author's note: This fic contains M/M facesitting, cum eating & cum-swapping. If either of those activities disgust you, well...then don't read.
Ringo gazed down into George's soulful brown eyes as the younger man lay on his back on the floor, looking up at the drummer, both completely naked. Ringo knelt over him, straddling his slender shoulders, positioning his hard, aching erection over George's yummy lips, which the young guitarist was licking anxiously.
"Remember, now - ye can't use yer hands.", Ringo instructed, "Try te keep yer arms at yer sides.".
George nodded, "Alright.", more than happy to oblige his lover. Ringo took hold of his cock and aimed it toward George's awaiting mouth, smiling as he did so. He groaned softly when George flicked out his tongue and ran it underneath the head, then down the shaft and back up again, taking the head into his wet, warm mouth. Ringo breathed out his lover's name as the lad sucked gently on the head, watching the elder one as he ran a hand over his own body, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that George's mouth caused in him.
George tried to take more of Ringo's length into his mouth, but could only do so much in his current position and angle, and without the allowance to use his hands, it was indeed difficult. Noticing George's struggles, Ringo, chuckling quietly, leaned forward and, crouching on his knees and elbows over George, began thrusting his hips downward, virtually fucking George's mouth.
The guitarist was quite enjoying himself, being pinned to the floor like this, Ringo's thick cock being thrust into his throat repeatedly, and hearing all the wonderfully sexy sounds seeping from the drummer's mouth. George's own prick twitched in response between his legs.
Although breathing was a bit difficult, he managed it by taking breaths sparingly through his nose between Ringo's thrusts.
"Uhhn, George...mmm, yer mouth feels so good, darlin'.", Ringo murmured, bending his head lower to see George's lips wrapped around his cock, eagerly accepting it. His praises did not fall on deaf ears as George rolled his eyes back to look at the older boy, humming in appreciation, the vibrations from it traveling throughout Ringo's body, making him shiver.
By now, the throbbing erection in George's lap had become impossible to ignore. 'Well,', he thought, 'Ringo said not to use my hands on HIM, but he didn't say anything about using them on MYSELF...'. So, he decided to take advantage of that loophole, reaching to find his hardness and grasping it.
Soon, Ringo heard distinct moaning, if muffled, from the boy beneath him, and opened his eyes to see his thin face scrunching up in what appeared to be pleasure. Looking more closely, he noticed that George's arm seemed to be moving. That is, as much as it could move while trapped between Ringo's legs. He sat up then, his dick pulling out of George's mouth with a wet pop. The younger looked up at him, his pink, wet lips wavering with each labored breath as he regained his regular breathing, still stroking himself. But his wanking stopped almost completely when Ringo twisted around to confirm his suspicions.
George was slightly fearful of what Ringo would think about him pleasuring himself when he was told not to use his hands, hoping he assumed correctly about that loophole. But that bit of fear subsided when he heard the drummer chuckling above him.
"This turnin' ye on, luv?", Ringo grinned down at him as he began stroking his own hardness. George smiled in relief, his hand resuming its duties as Ringo resumed his. After giving it a few more strokes, he angled his dick toward George's mouth again, playfully gliding the head across his lips before allowing George to part them, giving it a suckling kiss. The young one looked up at Ringo with seductive eyes, repeating this a few more times before lapping at it with his tongue.
"Oh, Georgie.", Ringo moaned more loudly this time, once again running his hand over his smooth body, tilting his head back in pure bliss as they continuously alternated between Ringo stroking himself and George teasing him with his mouth and tongue.
The drummer looked down at the guitarist with a lusty gaze as he slapped his dick against George's tongue a few times, before the lad enveloped the head in his warm mouth again and then ran his wicked tongue along the length, giving it yet another worshipful kiss.
Ringo resituated himself so that his sacks were hovering delicately over George's mouth. He continued rubbing himself vigorously as George's tongue lapped at one of his balls, before gently sucking it into his mouth.
"Uhn! Fuck, Georgie!", Ringo gasped at the sensation, reaching up with his free hand to pinch and pull and tease his own nipple. George continued to lavish his lover's sacks with affection as he watched the drummer pleasure himself above him, and pumped faster on his own prick at the incredibly arousing display. He couldn't help but also notice how...beautiful the older yet smaller lad was like this. He was breathtaking, really.
Ringo knew that he wasn't going to last much longer, not with George's mouth driving him absolutely wild with lust. He looked down once more to watch him, and that, combined with the harsh breathing coming from the other boy as he wanked himself, finally did it for Ringo.
"Oh, baby...", he moaned breathlessly, peeling himself from George's mouth. The guitarist looked at him with anticipation, and almost immediately had Ringo's dick pushed towards his face again, just in time to see the drummer's creamy-white, hot juices shoot onto his cheeks and lips with a satisfied moan. George was only a second behind him, a choked-out moan following his release as it coated his stomach. Ringo watched him cum with fascination as he steadied his breathing.
Panting heavily, George opened his eyes to find his lover smiling down at him, and blushed slightly, as if he just realised that he was naked and covered in cum. He didn't have long to feel self-conscious though, for Ringo quickly washed that feeling away with his loving, attentive full lips.
"Oh, my Georgie.", the older boy whispered as he moved down George's body, kissing tenderly the sweaty skin of his stomach. George groaned contently, reaching down to pet at Ringo's hair while the elder lapped up the gooey substance that covered the younger's lower abdomen.
"Mmm.", George hummed, licking at the cum on his lips. Having licked up the last bit on George's tummy, Ringo traveled back upward, coming face-to-face with him again. Gazing up into those sweet, blue eyes, George felt his heart swell as his love whispered,
"Oh, Georgie, my baby...so gorgeous.", just before leaning in to taste his own release on George's face and plump lips. He ate up every last bit, but he didn't swallow. Instead, he raised his head up a little, holding George's chin gently, the boy's mouth open slightly, watching Ringo's lovely lips part slightly in turn, allowing a nice dollop of cum to drip from between them. George opened his mouth a little more, accepting the somewhat still warm substance, surprised at how incredibly erotic he was finding this to be.
George hummed in delight as he swirled it around in his mouth with his tongue, savouring the taste of Ringo. He opened his eyes again, briefly, to see his love closing in on him again, pressing his lips to George's finally. Their mouths melted together, Ringo snaking his tongue into George's, tasting himself once again as his flavor was shared between them.
When Ringo eventually pulled back, he just laid there on the bedroom floor with George for a bit, gazing down at his gorgeous boy. George gazed back at those beautiful baby blues, reflecting Ringo's sweet smile, but then he silently laughed a little.
"Wot?", Ringo giggled back.
"Oh, nothin' really, juss...where did you learn tha'?", George asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Umm...", Ringo laughed sheepishly, a blush creeping up on his face, "I dunno, 's juss somethin' tha' I wanted te try. I thought it'd kind of hott.". George also blushed a little as he confessed,
"Ah, well...you were right. It WAS strangely hott.". They shared a laugh before Ringo leaned in for another kiss, cupping George's cheek as their lips met again. George grasped the back of the drummer's neck as he kissed him back eagerly.
"Mmm...I love you, ye know?", said Ringo when they parted lips. George nodded.
"I love ye too, Ritchie.". Ringo gave him a few more pecks on the lips, then pulled away slightly.
"Shower?", he suggested with a smirk.
"Sounds good.", George grinned, and so Ringo stood and helped the lad to his feet, still holding his hand as they made their way to the bathroom.