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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“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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