The Brendon Urie Pain Kink Pornathon!
There are so many things to love about Brendon Urie: his muppet face, his ridiculous body, how much he loves his band.
His giant, raging pain kink.
With that in mind, I bring you
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His giant, raging pain kink.
With that in mind, I bring you
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The stun gun had been interesting. It didn’t hurt, per se, all Brendon remembers is the shock, the bottom of his stomach dropping out and the subsequent flash of embarrassed arousal. And of course, of fucking course, Spencer had noticed.
Brendon has always kind of liked it rough, being thrown around and having his hair pulled and stuff like that. But this, this is so much more than that, and Brendon’s acutely, painfully aware of how big this really is.
“We’ll start slow,” Spencer had promised, wrapping strong arms around him and pressing the words into the skin behind his ear. “I won’t do anything you don’t ask for, okay?”
At the hotel, Brendon goes quiet with a strange sort of energy, too anticipated to really settle. Spencer wraps around him and squeezes a bit. “Hey, you okay? You’re shaking.”
Brendon breathes, shaking himself out. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Spencer sees right through the fake smile and pulls him in again.
“It’s perfectly normal to be nervous, Bren.”
“I know, I know.” Brendon says, fingers fiddling with the hem of Spencer’s sweatshirt. “I just, I don’t know.”
Brendon can see Spence’s patience wearing thin, but not without understanding. If there’s one person on this earth that gets him, it’s Spencer James Smith. Brendon knows how to quell his own nerves, and so he surges forward and kisses Spencer, who kisses him back until he’s settled, warm and pliant in Spencer’s arms. “Let me take care of you, okay?”
Brendon nods. He wants this, holy shit does he want, but it’s like... It’s not that he doesn’t trust, it’s that he doesn’t know what it’s going to be like. So he lets Spencer take the reins, undressing him and laying him on the bed. Brendon knows this part, the familiar feel of Spencer’s bare skin against his, his warm hands and hotwetsexy mouth. “Do you remember your safeword?” Spencer asks, fingers tapping out a rhythm on Brendon’s ribs.
Brendon nods. “Good, turn over for me.” Spencer helps him up onto his knees, ass in the air and arms hugging a pillow. “Now be good for me, okay? I have nothing to restrain you with, so I’m trusting you to keep still.”
Brendon nods again, and Spencer rewards him with a kiss. “Now stay put,” he commands again. Brendon settles, rubbing his face into the slightly scratchy fabric of the pillow. When Spencer puts his hands on him, it’s reassuring, running flat palms over his back, over his ass and back again. On the second pass, Spencer digs his nails in and runs them down Brendon’s back. He gasps, arching away and then settling into the slow burn. “Good,” Spencer praises. He’s got both hands just resting on the top of Brendon’s ass, kneeling there so their thighs are just brushing. Brendon focuses on all the places their skin connects, anchoring him.
Spencer doesn’t draw the anticipation much, landing the first hit with his right hand. The smack is rather loud, but what’s better is the way Brendon reacts, his gasp turning to a low sound of approval. Spencer takes a second to appreciate the handprint, bright against Brendon’s pale skin. Spencer sets a steady rhythm, layering the blows. His arms are pretty balanced, strength wise, so the blows are even on both sides. Brendon is groaning and pushing back into Spencer’s touch, his ass bright red and hot to the touch.
Eventually, Brendon’s noises dissolve into gasping pleas, his back heaving. “Do you want me to stop?” Spencer asks. Brendon shakes his head frantically, pushing his ass out more.
“No, no,” He pants. “I need, Spence, I’ve got to come, please.”
Brendon’s absolutely wrecked, and it fills Spencer with a sort of satisfied glee to see him sobbing out Spencer’s name as he turns him over and covers Brendon’s cock with his mouth. Brendon’s ass feels like it’s on fire when he reaches under him. Spencer’s squeezes the abused skin and Brendon howls, coming hot and thick down his throat.
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“Yeah,” Brendon’s still breathing heavy, a bit. “Awesome.”
Spencer pets over him, letting him curl into his side and cling. He plans on letting him settle for a bit longer, before running a bath and going in search of food. And after, when Brendon’s asleep, he’ll pull his laptop into the bed with them and look into where to go from here.
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Also the description for the stun gun video is "Spencer's Non-Lethal Weapon 4". What are #s 1, 2 and 3?
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Ugh, Spencer spanking Brendon, I could read this all day every day and be happy.
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JFC
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Nunchuks? Oh man.
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