I'll Be Every Breath Your Trembling Lips Taste
Title: i'll be every breath your trembling lips taste
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: underage, noncon bloodsucking)
Pairing: Ryan/(vampire!)Brendon
Summary: Something happens to Brendon and Ryan just wants him to feel better.
Notes: 1,407 words.
Ryan pulls Brendon close to his body, letting Brendon cling to him, his face pressed into Ryan's shirt where his tears are already drying.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital or anything?" Brendon showed up bruised and crying, and Ryan helped Brendon to his bedroom, clueless as to what else he could do to help his friend. Brendon wouldn't tell Ryan what was wrong but Ryan didn't want to push or make Brendon more upset than he already was.
"Can we just stay here?" Brendon rests his cheek on Ryan's chest, his fingers holding Ryan's side gently where Brendon has his arms wrapped around Ryan. Ryan rubs his hand over Brendon's back, starting to feel a little overheated with Brendon lying so close to him.
"You're so warm," Brendon says, as if reading Ryan's thoughts, and Ryan can feel it as Brendon starts to stroke his hip softly with his fingers. Ryan's not used to being this close to someone else, and Brendon's touch makes something pleasant and nervous twist in Ryan's stomach, but he would never tell Brendon to stop. Not when Brendon needs him, needs this from Ryan to feel better.
"And your heart beat..." Brendon presses his ear closer to Ryan's chest, his fingers squeezing. Ryan tries to breathe slowly but he knows his pulse is speeding up the more Brendon touches him. "Your heart's so loud, like I can hear it working, hear the blood moving through your body." Brendon's voice is quiet but it scares Ryan, just a little, because he doesn't know what Brendon's talking about.
"Are-are you sure you're okay?" Ryan asks, his voice shaking slightly. Brendon doesn't answer but he tilts his head up, his eyes so dark that that scares Ryan too, makes his pulse race. Brendon moves up in Ryan's lap, making Ryan gasp from the unintentional friction, and when he buries his face into the crook of Ryan's neck, nuzzling the skin there, Brendon moans.
"Ryan, Ryan, you smell so good. I'm so hungry, Ryan, please, wanna taste you." Brendon moves his lips over Ryan's neck and Ryan shudders, flushing hotly from the way Brendon's mouth feels. The blushing just makes Brendon crazier, opening his mouth and licking over Ryan's skin, getting it wet and then sucking, hard.
"Brendon, what--" Ryan feels this tugging low in his stomach and he's breathing hard, squirming under Brendon and keeping his head tilted to the side as Brendon tastes him, moaning how delicious he is into Ryan's warm skin. Ryan thought kissing was supposed to be on lips, with girls, but already his neck feels so tender where Brendon keeps mouthing at it.
"Hey," Ryan says, trying to make his voice sound less scared, less uncertain. Brendon doesn't listen, though, and instead moves over Ryan so he's lying on top of Ryan, pinning him to the bed. Ryan bites his lip and flushes again in hot shame when he feels the way their hips press together, the way Brendon is hard against Ryan's thigh.
"Please, Ryan." Brendon sounds so desperate, and it makes Ryan's heart clench. "Please, please, I need you. I'm so hungry."
"Brendon," Ryan whispers softly, helpless to what he can do, what Brendon needs. But Brendon seems to take that as consent, because he moves his hands to Ryan's wrists and holds them into the bed while he opens his mouth, teeth scraping over the wet skin of Ryan's neck.
"Bren-Brendon, that hurts, ah!" Ryan closes his eyes against the stinging pain and struggles beneath Brendon once he realizes that Brendon is biting him, his teeth impossibly sharp as they slice through Ryan's skin, making two perfect puncture marks before pulling back. Ryan can feel it, knows what's happening, but he doesn't try to understand it. Vampires aren't real and Brendon would never hurt him. Ryan feels the blood trickle out of the wound, down his neck, and he stops thinking about it altogether.
Ryan slumps back into the bed and breathes quickly through his nose as Brendon licks at Ryan's skin, tongue lapping at the blood dripping slowly from Ryan's neck.
Ryan gasps out Brendon's name, softly, twisting weakly under Brendon as Brendon keeps using his tongue to clean up the blood. "Please--" Ryan tries when he can get his voice to work, but then Brendon latches his mouth to the puncture marks and sucks hard, desperate, drawing more blood out from the wound. Ryan goes still, tense, but cries out, feeling the tug in his veins as Brendon sucks hungrily at Ryan's neck, breathing loudly through his nose and squeezing Ryan's wrists where he still holds them down into the mattress.
Ryan's dizzy and hard, his cock throbbing even through the pain of Brendon drinking from him. Ryan knows he should feel more ashamed, knows that Brendon can probably feel the way Ryan's cock presses into his belly, but the overwhelming feeling of Brendon sucking at Ryan's neck drowns out everything else. Ryan gets light-headed quickly, and it's with great effort that he moans and begs, "Bren-Brendon. Please, no more, please." Ryan starts to cry and only then does Brendon grunt and pull off of Ryan's neck, licking over the wound until it stops bleeding.
Ryan's face is wet with hot tears and he can't open his eyes, can't bring himself to look at Brendon's face. His neck aches but it's nothing compared to the throb of Ryan's cock, full and urgent in a way it's never been before. Ryan doesn't know how to make the throb go away, because it's never been this bad before. He can't even move with Brendon still on top of him, warm and nuzzling at the front of Ryan's throat.
"Ryan," Brendon says quietly, and his voice is low and clear. Ryan shudders, choking on a sob. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that this isn't his Brendon, that his Brendon isn't a vampire. But Ryan doesn't care, he just wants the ache to go away.
Brendon kisses Ryan's wet cheeks, his lips full and red. Ryan blinks his eyes open and Brendon looks like Brendon, cheeks pink and dark hair messy, like always. "Ryan, you saved me. What's wrong?" Brendon nuzzles the side of his face against Ryan's cheek and Ryan sniffles.
"Are you okay now?" Ryan asks quietly, his voice hoarse from crying.
Brendon nods, letting go of Ryan's wrists but not moving off of him. "You saved me, Ryan, thank you. Is there something you need?"
Ryan doesn't want to say yes, doesn't want to admit to how hard he is, even if Brendon's just as hard (Ryan can feel it and it excites him, makes him want Brendon more).
"Ryan," Brendon croons, shifting the lower half of his body down against Ryan's. The twist of his hips causes their cocks to drag together through layers of clothing and Ryan gasps, turning his head to stare at Brendon's face. Brendon grins, eyes so warm and brown now, and as Ryan shifts underneath Brendon and arches his own hips up, seeking that friction, Brendon doesn't stop him.
They rub against each other languidly like that, hips soon moving quicker, harder, and Ryan can feel something build low in his stomach. He's still dizzy and he can feel every throb of pleasure all throughout his body, making him moan the closer he gets, close to something hot and new.
Brendon ducks his head down and licks over the healing wound on Ryan's neck and Ryan's whole body jerks, his mouth falling open in a surprised moan. Ryan tips his head back and Brendon's lips trail up his throat, finally pressing them over Ryan's mouth.
Ryan isn't sure what he's supposed to do so he lets Brendon kiss him, their bodies still moving together frantically, seeking release. Ryan feels hot as the ache builds and builds with its intensity, and when Brendon moves his lips back down to licks over the bite marks on Ryan's neck, Ryan cries out and the pressure in his stomach finally lets go. Ryan's cock, still trapped in his pants, jerks through his orgasm as Brendon continues to grind down against Ryan.
Ryan fights the exhaustion that's heavy in his limbs and stays conscious as Brendon thrusts down hard, finally coming and groaning quietly into Ryan's neck.
"Brendon," Ryan whispers, and right before he slips into dreamless sleep he hears, "I'm here, Ryan."
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: underage, noncon bloodsucking)
Pairing: Ryan/(vampire!)Brendon
Summary: Something happens to Brendon and Ryan just wants him to feel better.
Notes: 1,407 words.
Ryan pulls Brendon close to his body, letting Brendon cling to him, his face pressed into Ryan's shirt where his tears are already drying.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital or anything?" Brendon showed up bruised and crying, and Ryan helped Brendon to his bedroom, clueless as to what else he could do to help his friend. Brendon wouldn't tell Ryan what was wrong but Ryan didn't want to push or make Brendon more upset than he already was.
"Can we just stay here?" Brendon rests his cheek on Ryan's chest, his fingers holding Ryan's side gently where Brendon has his arms wrapped around Ryan. Ryan rubs his hand over Brendon's back, starting to feel a little overheated with Brendon lying so close to him.
"You're so warm," Brendon says, as if reading Ryan's thoughts, and Ryan can feel it as Brendon starts to stroke his hip softly with his fingers. Ryan's not used to being this close to someone else, and Brendon's touch makes something pleasant and nervous twist in Ryan's stomach, but he would never tell Brendon to stop. Not when Brendon needs him, needs this from Ryan to feel better.
"And your heart beat..." Brendon presses his ear closer to Ryan's chest, his fingers squeezing. Ryan tries to breathe slowly but he knows his pulse is speeding up the more Brendon touches him. "Your heart's so loud, like I can hear it working, hear the blood moving through your body." Brendon's voice is quiet but it scares Ryan, just a little, because he doesn't know what Brendon's talking about.
"Are-are you sure you're okay?" Ryan asks, his voice shaking slightly. Brendon doesn't answer but he tilts his head up, his eyes so dark that that scares Ryan too, makes his pulse race. Brendon moves up in Ryan's lap, making Ryan gasp from the unintentional friction, and when he buries his face into the crook of Ryan's neck, nuzzling the skin there, Brendon moans.
"Ryan, Ryan, you smell so good. I'm so hungry, Ryan, please, wanna taste you." Brendon moves his lips over Ryan's neck and Ryan shudders, flushing hotly from the way Brendon's mouth feels. The blushing just makes Brendon crazier, opening his mouth and licking over Ryan's skin, getting it wet and then sucking, hard.
"Brendon, what--" Ryan feels this tugging low in his stomach and he's breathing hard, squirming under Brendon and keeping his head tilted to the side as Brendon tastes him, moaning how delicious he is into Ryan's warm skin. Ryan thought kissing was supposed to be on lips, with girls, but already his neck feels so tender where Brendon keeps mouthing at it.
"Hey," Ryan says, trying to make his voice sound less scared, less uncertain. Brendon doesn't listen, though, and instead moves over Ryan so he's lying on top of Ryan, pinning him to the bed. Ryan bites his lip and flushes again in hot shame when he feels the way their hips press together, the way Brendon is hard against Ryan's thigh.
"Please, Ryan." Brendon sounds so desperate, and it makes Ryan's heart clench. "Please, please, I need you. I'm so hungry."
"Brendon," Ryan whispers softly, helpless to what he can do, what Brendon needs. But Brendon seems to take that as consent, because he moves his hands to Ryan's wrists and holds them into the bed while he opens his mouth, teeth scraping over the wet skin of Ryan's neck.
"Bren-Brendon, that hurts, ah!" Ryan closes his eyes against the stinging pain and struggles beneath Brendon once he realizes that Brendon is biting him, his teeth impossibly sharp as they slice through Ryan's skin, making two perfect puncture marks before pulling back. Ryan can feel it, knows what's happening, but he doesn't try to understand it. Vampires aren't real and Brendon would never hurt him. Ryan feels the blood trickle out of the wound, down his neck, and he stops thinking about it altogether.
Ryan slumps back into the bed and breathes quickly through his nose as Brendon licks at Ryan's skin, tongue lapping at the blood dripping slowly from Ryan's neck.
Ryan gasps out Brendon's name, softly, twisting weakly under Brendon as Brendon keeps using his tongue to clean up the blood. "Please--" Ryan tries when he can get his voice to work, but then Brendon latches his mouth to the puncture marks and sucks hard, desperate, drawing more blood out from the wound. Ryan goes still, tense, but cries out, feeling the tug in his veins as Brendon sucks hungrily at Ryan's neck, breathing loudly through his nose and squeezing Ryan's wrists where he still holds them down into the mattress.
Ryan's dizzy and hard, his cock throbbing even through the pain of Brendon drinking from him. Ryan knows he should feel more ashamed, knows that Brendon can probably feel the way Ryan's cock presses into his belly, but the overwhelming feeling of Brendon sucking at Ryan's neck drowns out everything else. Ryan gets light-headed quickly, and it's with great effort that he moans and begs, "Bren-Brendon. Please, no more, please." Ryan starts to cry and only then does Brendon grunt and pull off of Ryan's neck, licking over the wound until it stops bleeding.
Ryan's face is wet with hot tears and he can't open his eyes, can't bring himself to look at Brendon's face. His neck aches but it's nothing compared to the throb of Ryan's cock, full and urgent in a way it's never been before. Ryan doesn't know how to make the throb go away, because it's never been this bad before. He can't even move with Brendon still on top of him, warm and nuzzling at the front of Ryan's throat.
"Ryan," Brendon says quietly, and his voice is low and clear. Ryan shudders, choking on a sob. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that this isn't his Brendon, that his Brendon isn't a vampire. But Ryan doesn't care, he just wants the ache to go away.
Brendon kisses Ryan's wet cheeks, his lips full and red. Ryan blinks his eyes open and Brendon looks like Brendon, cheeks pink and dark hair messy, like always. "Ryan, you saved me. What's wrong?" Brendon nuzzles the side of his face against Ryan's cheek and Ryan sniffles.
"Are you okay now?" Ryan asks quietly, his voice hoarse from crying.
Brendon nods, letting go of Ryan's wrists but not moving off of him. "You saved me, Ryan, thank you. Is there something you need?"
Ryan doesn't want to say yes, doesn't want to admit to how hard he is, even if Brendon's just as hard (Ryan can feel it and it excites him, makes him want Brendon more).
"Ryan," Brendon croons, shifting the lower half of his body down against Ryan's. The twist of his hips causes their cocks to drag together through layers of clothing and Ryan gasps, turning his head to stare at Brendon's face. Brendon grins, eyes so warm and brown now, and as Ryan shifts underneath Brendon and arches his own hips up, seeking that friction, Brendon doesn't stop him.
They rub against each other languidly like that, hips soon moving quicker, harder, and Ryan can feel something build low in his stomach. He's still dizzy and he can feel every throb of pleasure all throughout his body, making him moan the closer he gets, close to something hot and new.
Brendon ducks his head down and licks over the healing wound on Ryan's neck and Ryan's whole body jerks, his mouth falling open in a surprised moan. Ryan tips his head back and Brendon's lips trail up his throat, finally pressing them over Ryan's mouth.
Ryan isn't sure what he's supposed to do so he lets Brendon kiss him, their bodies still moving together frantically, seeking release. Ryan feels hot as the ache builds and builds with its intensity, and when Brendon moves his lips back down to licks over the bite marks on Ryan's neck, Ryan cries out and the pressure in his stomach finally lets go. Ryan's cock, still trapped in his pants, jerks through his orgasm as Brendon continues to grind down against Ryan.
Ryan fights the exhaustion that's heavy in his limbs and stays conscious as Brendon thrusts down hard, finally coming and groaning quietly into Ryan's neck.
"Brendon," Ryan whispers, and right before he slips into dreamless sleep he hears, "I'm here, Ryan."