Things That I Love in Stories

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I've been trying to come up with this list for weeks now. For the longest time, all I could come up with was thematic orgasm denial, but I have finally come up with some other things! \o/

1) Thematic orgasm denial. Okay, so the thing is, this one works for so many different stories, in so many different ways. There's: 1.1) UST. What is

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Ryan's come drips down the corner of his mouth, and Brendon licks his lips, except-- It might not be Ryan's he's tasting. Brendon's face is sticky, come sliding down his cheeks and his neck. He licks his lips and he doesn't know who he's tasting. His hands have been resting on his thighs and he wants to slide one over to his cock, which is throbbing and twitching, sliding wetly against his belly.

He rubs his hand against his thigh, moving it a little higher, and looking up. He waits until Ryan says, "Show us," until Spencer says, "Yeah," until Jon nods eagerly before curling his fingers around his dick.

He keeps looking up as he moves his hand, jerking off while they watch. He spreads his knees wider, his thighs aching from this long spent on the floor. His hand slides wetly down his cock. He's leaking everywhere and he's never been this hard before, never been this close to orgasm from so little stimulation.

He looks up and when Spencer says, "C'mon," and Ryan says in a low voice, "Brendon," and Jon echoes the same, Brendon comes. He hunches in on himself, shuddering through wave after wave. He meant to keep looking at them, but he can't. They're looking at him though, all three of them staring down, and Brendon doesn't think he's ever going to stop coming.

Brendon doesn't know how much time passes, but when he finally forces his eyes open, there's a hand running through his hair, and another hand circling his wrist, pulling him up, helping him to his feet.

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"Was that how you wanted it?" Ryan asks.

Brendon opens his mouth, but before he can say yes, Spencer starts saying, "You have to tell us these things! If you tell us what you want, we can do them. You just have to tell us how you want it to go, or how you want us to make you feel, or whatever."

"I felt weird asking for that," Brendon says.

"Don't feel weird," Jon says, and Ryan says, "That was hot," while Spencer nods vigorously.

Spencer gives another wipe across Brendon's face, just playfully swiping at his nose, then throws the cloth onto the bedside table. "You were hot," Spencer says, leaning in for a kiss.

Brendon tries to keep his mouth closed, but Spencer coaxes his lips open with his tongue. Brendon knows that he must still taste like come, but if Spencer doesn't mind, Brendon certainly isn't going to stop him.

Jon leans in after that, lunging forward when Spencer gives the first indication of pulling back. There's a bit of a shuffle after that-- Jon huffs, then groans, "Ryan, my ribs." "Sorry, now move over."-- while Ryan pushes his way over to Brendon to grab a kiss of his own.

Everyone starts settling down again, warm bodies on both sides of Brendon. He looks up at the ceiling and asks no one in particular, "Was that-- I mean, how was it for you? Did you think--?"