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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“You’re just so warm.”
“And you’re heavy.” Spencer feels Brendon smile into the skin on his neck and his annoyance slips away.
“I’m in painnn,” he whines. Spencer rolls his eyes and shifts Brendon in his arms to get a better grip on him and tries to fish his keys out of his pocket at the same time.
“You shouldn’t have said you can ice skate, Bren. You went down in record time.” Spencer finally gets a grip on his keys as Brendon continues to squirm in his arms and unlocks the door. He shoves it open with his foot and carries Brendon inside.
Settling him down on the couch, Spencer moves to check out Brendon’s ankle again. When he pulls up Brendon’s pant leg he lets out a little gasp. Brendon’s ankle has swollen to the size of a golf ball and is completely black and blue.
“God, Bren. You really got yourself.” He let’s his fingers slide over the bruised skin of his ankle and winces when Brendon lets out a pained noise. “Shit, sorry. Hold on.” He pushes off the couch and gets into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and pulls out their box of unorganized medicines. Spencer digs through it for a few minutes before he finally finds what he’s been looking for.
He takes the Icy Hot back out to the couch and settles down next to Brendon. He grabs a pillow off a chair nearby and props Brendon’s ankle up on it.
“This is probably going to sting a little bit, okay?” Brendon gives a silent nod. Spencer uncaps the Icy Hot and squeezes a liberal amount on to his palms. He slowly brings his hand down to Brendon’s ankle and gingerly applies the ointment there.
“Ugh,” Brendon says quietly.
“Sorry, sorry.” Spencer leans up and gives him a quick kiss to apologize, but Brendon’s responding strangely. He writes it off as pain from his ankle and goes back to rubbing the Icy Hot all around the puffed up skin.
Little huffs of sound are coming from Brendon that Spencer is trying to ignore. He speeds up his fingers to get it over and done with when Brendon lets out a little groan. Spencer frowns and looks up at him. He’s got his bottom lip clenched between his teeth and a strangely dark expression.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Brendon meets his eyes as Spencer massages his ankle, rolling it a little to try and loosen it up. Brendon nods once, quickly and then lets out another whine, his eyes rolling back a little. Spencer’s never been more confused until Brendon lets out a small moan.
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“Oh.” Brendon laughs a little.
“Yeah, sorry. I know it’s a little weird. We can just pretend that-” He cuts off his sentence with a moan as Spencer rolls his ankle gently again. His head drops back and Spencer kisses his neck. Brendon’s breathing heavily, trying to get himself back in control. When he lifts his head, his eyes have darkened and he’s panting roughly. “Spence,” he whines. “Fuck, Spencer.”
“Yeah,” Spencer replies. He squeezes some more Icy Hot onto his hands and rubs it into Brendon’s ankle, watching his back arch back this time, and his hips come up from the couch. Spencer’s right in Brendon’s space this time when he resurfaces, pressing their lips together for a hot slide of tongues.
“Can you just-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Spencer breathes. He moves down to Brendon’s ankle again and lets his fingers slide under the waistband of Brendon’s sweatpants. He pulls them off quickly, slowing to make sure no cloth rubs against Brendon’s sprain and then he’s back on Brendon. He skates his hand over Brendon’s ankle and rubs a little harder. Brendon lets out a small hiss and his hips come up again.
“It stings and then, just-” Spencer presses down and Brendon moans loudly this time. “So good, so fucking good,” he slurs under his breath and Spencer’s trying to pretend he isn’t so hard he’s leaking in his jeans from the way Brendon is responding to this. Spencer moves his hands up slowly, digging his nails into Brendon’s thighs a little. Brendon’s letting out these little “ah” noises and he brings his hand to Spencer’s hair, tugging lightly. Spencer lets his mouth place open kisses on the inside of Brendon’s thighs and starts to pull at his boxers. When he gets them out of the way, he pours on more Icy Hot and takes Brendon’s flushed cock into his hand.
“Fuck, Spence.” Brendon keens and lifts his hips, already leaking and bucking up into Spencer’s hand. Then he’s clawing a little at the couch. “It stings.” Spencer gives the head of Brendon’s dick a kiss and starts to jerk him slowly.
Brendon bucks up lazily and swears again. Spencer smiles and tightens his fist, going a little bit faster and spreading the Icy Hot completely over his length.
“This is- shit. So good Spence. It feels…” He drifts off and moans again, pulling at his hair. Spencer knows he’s close by the sounds he’s making and the way he’s moving his hips. He bites his lip and leans his head back, muffling his moans.
“Come on Bren, I want to hear you.” He moves his fist faster and brings his other hand back down to Brendon’s ankle, pressing two fingers down into a black bruise.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” And Brendon’s coming all over hand. His hips buck up weakly as Spencer jerks him through it, slower so that he can come down. When he’s spent, he pulls Spencer up and leans in for a slow kiss, pliant from his orgasm. Spencer licks into his mouth and gasps against him when Brendon sneaks his hand into his pants and grabs his dick.
It only takes three quick strokes before Spencer comes with a small grunt and settles into Brendon’s side.
“I love you,” Brendon says and curls into him. “You always take care of me.” Spencer smiles and falls asleep.
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