Shameless [s/a]
Title: Shameless
Author: selectivelyurie
Beta: my-obsession-xx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: PWP. Ryan groans because, seriously, they haven’t left the bed in over two days they’ve been having so much sex...
Disclaimer: Not real, don't own.
Author Notes: So I got iced in today and everyone knows that no school = porn. Obviously.
They’re on Ryan’s bed, fresh out of the shower and still with wet hair when Brendon crawls up Ryan’s lazy, tired torso, sucks lightly on the shell of his ear for a moment and shudders, “I want to ride you.”
Ryan groans because, seriously, they haven’t left the bed in over two days they’ve been having so much sex, and now, even after Ryan obliged Brendon and fucked him against the slick, wet dew collecting on the shower wall, Brendon still isn’t finished with him. At this rate, Ryan is convinced they will never again be social, hygienic members of society.
Regardless, Brendon’s voice is all hot and sticky and trying so hard to be composed and Ryan finds it impossibly hard not to let Brendon slide into his lap and suck hickeys onto his neck, no matter how exhausted he may be. Through the fresh, clean boxers Ryan only donned moments ago, he can feel his cock hardening against the soft fabric and when Brendon grinds down against it, settling his weight against Ryan’s hips, Ryan whimpers.
Brendon never gathered the patience necessary to step into a pair of boxers after coming out of the bathroom; Ryan almost finds it indecent.
“Ngh, god, Brendon,” Ryan says through bared teeth as he tries with all his might not to think about how hard his cock is or how Brendon’s just perched in his lap, knees on either side of Ryan’s thin hips, while his warm toes dig beneath the backs of Ryan’s calves, anchoring him. Brendon presses his palms against the wooden headboard of Ryan’s bed and nudges his hips just a fraction of an inch, a reminder.
“Please, Ryan,” Brendon says, all innocent and only slightly needy.
He rocks his hips again and Ryan gasps, weak. “Brendon, we just --”
“I know, Ry,” Brendon groans, burying his face in Ryan’s neck again and his dick is hard against Ryan’s stomach, leaking. He cards his fingers through Ryan’s hair and kisses his lips in earnest. “I know--” he mumbles, their mouths still meshed together, “--but.” Brendon bites down on Ryan’s bottom lip and pulls, tugs Ryan’s hair slightly and breathes heavily. “Please, let me ride you.”
Ryan’s head feels heavy and dizzy with lust and it thonks back against his headboard, his eyes hazy. Brendon chases after him and mouths at his jaw, making sweet, pleading noises in the back of his throat and he whines, “I’ll go so slow, Ryan. Slow and nice and so, so patient and you won’t have to do anything, okay? I’ll do all the work, Ryan, I promise. I just --” he falters and drops his lips back to Ryan’s for an urgent kiss and mumbles, “Fuck, Ryan, I need your cock so bad. Please.”
There really is no weighing his options at this point. Brendon’s practically begging to fuck himself on Ryan’s cock and his cracking voice alone is enough to make up Ryan’s mind damn quick. Nodding frantically, Ryan chokes out, “Ye-yeah, okay. Yeah,” and Brendon just sort of surges up and gives Ryan all of his gratitude in a kiss so hard and sweet and open that, despite Brendon’s feverish mouth, Ryan swears he can taste honest appreciation on his tongue.
Brendon shifts, takes his toes out from beneath Ryan’s warm legs and backs down Ryan’s body, only giving himself enough distance to remove Ryan’s boxers. He slips a finger beneath the elastic waistband and tugs gently, urging Ryan to lift his hips and when he obeys, Brendon slides them down past his knees, leaves them tangled around his ankles before covering Ryan’s exposed cock with his mouth, insistent and hot.
With labored breath, Ryan exhales through his nose knowing that if anything leaves his mouth, it’s going to be accompanied by a moan. Brendon sucks him in as deep as he can, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering, and the top of Brendon’s wet head tickles Ryan’s stomach in his sitting position. He tongues the underside of the heavy cock in his mouth and Ryan’s hips lift involuntarily, searching and Brendon gags a little. Saliva drips down Ryan’s dick and puddles at the base where Brendon’s fingers are wrapped firmly around him, stroking what he can’t take. When Brendon pulls off with a generous slurp, he looks up at Ryan with heavy lidded eyes, dark and dangerous with something he can’t control.
Ryan’s panting lures Brendon back up to his mouth and Brendon matches his uneven breaths in a sloppy kiss that leaves Ryan’s fingers wound around Brendon’s wet hair.
“Do you need--?” Ryan gasps out, swallowing hard and petting down an unruly lock beneath his hand.
“No, no,” Brendon cuts off, resting his forehead against Ryan’s, closing his eyes. “I’m still--” Swallow, breath, kiss. “--from before.”
Ryan gulps, “Kay, yeah,” and kisses at Brendon’s face. It doesn’t really matter where his lips land, just as long as they’re on Brendon. They end up on the far corner of Brendon’s mouth, almost on his cheek and Brendon nips at them, darts his tongue over to coax Ryan’s mouth in the right direction and he shifts to straddle Ryan carefully. Brendon’s knees dig into the mattress on either side of Ryan’s hips and Ryan reaches down between them to grasp his cock and guide it to Brendon’s entrance.
“Don’t,” Brendon chokes, catching Ryan’s wrist softly. “Let me,” he says with a chilling lust in his eyes. He takes Ryan’s hands and firmly places them on his hips, curls Ryan’s fingers around the sharp bones tight and says, “Bruise me.”
Ryan’s cock twitches.
Taking an awkward angle, Brendon twists his hand down below him and takes Ryan’s cock in his hand, lowers himself down just enough so that only the tip is grazing, teasing and he circles just outside. Slowly, just as he’d promised, he lowers himself, allowing Ryan to breach him at a pace so agonizingly unhurried that it seems like days until Ryan’s buried to the hilt in Brendon’s ass, mouth agape and eyes lulled.
“Oh, fuck, Ryan,” Brendon gasps when he can’t sink any lower and the dull throbbing ache becomes more prominent. His legs are trembling slightly, trying to distribute some of his weight elsewhere; Ryan’s a lot to take in, he’d almost forgotten. It’s been a long time since he’s taken Ryan from this angle, welcomed every last inch of Ryan, hard and piercing and allowed it to tear him open. “G-god, I’m so f-ful-l,” he chokes and Ryan’s fingers dig marks into his hips.
“Shit, Bren,” Ryan grits, shudders as he feels Brendon clenching tight and warm and delicious all around him. “Fuck, you--. You look so good right now,” he manages, arches his hips just a little.
“N-no!” Brendon cries out, hands bracing himself against Ryan’s chest, shoulder. “Please, don’t move, Ry. I can’t- you, no. Just- stay still.”
Ryan convulses through a breath and a nod and begins rubbing distracting circles into Brendon’s hips. Brendon remains a statue for a good few moments, recuperating and gathering his breath and sanity and when he feels he’s finally ready, he presses against Ryan’s chest with clammy hands, chewing his lip harshly.
“Ohh, fuck!” Ryan moans as Brendon makes his first slide back down and everything warm and liquid starts boiling in his low stomach and Brendon just leans in closer to Ryan, shaking, clinging.
Brendon ducks his head down and captures Ryan’s mouth, biting and sucking and Ryan remains a boneless mass beneath him, languid and so, so gone. In a shaky whisper, Brendon says, “Gonna ride you ‘till it hurts,” and as he raises up again, feels the thick drag of Ryan’s cock heavy inside him, he groans, “Fuck, Ross, your cock, I can’t even- Jesus, so good.”
And really, it’s been good four times already today, and it’s only half past ten. But Jesus H. Christ if Brendon hasn’t missed fucking himself like this, dropping his hips down onto Ryan’s in order to get that deep, deep pleasure and knowing that he’s in complete control of determining how much he takes urges him to take it all just because he can. Plus, every time he sinks down onto Ryan, Ryan brushes him in just the right spot to make his toes curl.
Ryan laps at Brendon’s neck, murmurs, “Keep going, Bren. Shit,” and when Brendon drops back down, quicker than the last time, he moans, low and guttural and filthy and bites down on his lip. “Oh my god, B. Fuck, that sounds- Ungh, do it again,” Ryan urges, gripping Brendon’s hips harder for emphasis.
Nodding, Brendon shudders and raises again, slow and thick and anticipating and he feels every single inch burn as he crashes back down, Ryan’s cock nudging his prostate hard enough to drain a bit of energy from Brendon as he slips up and falls against Ryan’s chest, gasping quickly. He grapples for the back of Ryan’s neck and laces his fingers just below the soft spot where his hair ends and tucks his face into the side of his throat, whimpering helplessly.
Brendon’s liquid and reeling and it aches so wonderfully that he’s not sure if he can move again but he does, picks up a slow but steady rhythm and bounces in Ryan’s lap with precision and diligence.
It’s raw and real and everything whirling around them seems so sex crazed and misty but Brendon kisses tender words against Ryan’s pliant lips and Ryan’s hands rove over every warm expanse of skin across Brendon’s back and curl up around his shoulders, fingers tickling his collarbone. Brendon leans back, fucking himself harder onto Ryan’s cock when the new angle rips a howling moan from his throat and it exposes the long column of his pale neck. Ryan leans forward, pushes himself into Brendon and kisses up Brendon’s open chest, neck, chin until he reaches Brendon’s lips and pulls him by the shoulders back towards him.
Brendon drives Ryan harder and sharper into himself and gasps out, “Ry, I’m- oh shit, Ryan, right there, right there,” and rocks up and down on Ryan, talking to himself in his moment of delirium. Ryan knows he’s losing it, groans out, “Yeah, right there? Shit, you fuck yourself so good, Brendon,” and wraps his long fingers around Brendon’s leaking cock, pumping. Brendon chokes, tries to time his movements so that he’s thrusting up into Ryan’s fist before dropping back down on to Ryan’s cock at a breathtaking rhythm and he’s just got it perfected when it becomes all too much and his hips stutter and he’s slamming into his prostate every time Ryan fills him so tight and whole and tearing and he comes in hot spurts over Ryan’s hand, fucking himself through by far the most intense orgasm of the past two days, much less this morning.
Not long after, Ryan spills into him, wet and warm, and Brendon allows him to buck his hips up into him, lets him ride out his orgasm as well.
Sated, weak and well fucked, Brendon floats down onto Ryan, whimpering as his body adjusts to the endorphins still buzzing through his blood stream begin to settle and ease. Ryan pulls out with small, sharp gasp and pulls Brendon closer, allows him to curl into his side and steady his breathing. Every single pore on Ryan’s body is tingling and Brendon hums content and presses his smile into Ryan’s neck, nuzzling.
Author: selectivelyurie
Beta: my-obsession-xx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: PWP. Ryan groans because, seriously, they haven’t left the bed in over two days they’ve been having so much sex...
Disclaimer: Not real, don't own.
Author Notes: So I got iced in today and everyone knows that no school = porn. Obviously.
They’re on Ryan’s bed, fresh out of the shower and still with wet hair when Brendon crawls up Ryan’s lazy, tired torso, sucks lightly on the shell of his ear for a moment and shudders, “I want to ride you.”
Ryan groans because, seriously, they haven’t left the bed in over two days they’ve been having so much sex, and now, even after Ryan obliged Brendon and fucked him against the slick, wet dew collecting on the shower wall, Brendon still isn’t finished with him. At this rate, Ryan is convinced they will never again be social, hygienic members of society.
Regardless, Brendon’s voice is all hot and sticky and trying so hard to be composed and Ryan finds it impossibly hard not to let Brendon slide into his lap and suck hickeys onto his neck, no matter how exhausted he may be. Through the fresh, clean boxers Ryan only donned moments ago, he can feel his cock hardening against the soft fabric and when Brendon grinds down against it, settling his weight against Ryan’s hips, Ryan whimpers.
Brendon never gathered the patience necessary to step into a pair of boxers after coming out of the bathroom; Ryan almost finds it indecent.
“Ngh, god, Brendon,” Ryan says through bared teeth as he tries with all his might not to think about how hard his cock is or how Brendon’s just perched in his lap, knees on either side of Ryan’s thin hips, while his warm toes dig beneath the backs of Ryan’s calves, anchoring him. Brendon presses his palms against the wooden headboard of Ryan’s bed and nudges his hips just a fraction of an inch, a reminder.
“Please, Ryan,” Brendon says, all innocent and only slightly needy.
He rocks his hips again and Ryan gasps, weak. “Brendon, we just --”
“I know, Ry,” Brendon groans, burying his face in Ryan’s neck again and his dick is hard against Ryan’s stomach, leaking. He cards his fingers through Ryan’s hair and kisses his lips in earnest. “I know--” he mumbles, their mouths still meshed together, “--but.” Brendon bites down on Ryan’s bottom lip and pulls, tugs Ryan’s hair slightly and breathes heavily. “Please, let me ride you.”
Ryan’s head feels heavy and dizzy with lust and it thonks back against his headboard, his eyes hazy. Brendon chases after him and mouths at his jaw, making sweet, pleading noises in the back of his throat and he whines, “I’ll go so slow, Ryan. Slow and nice and so, so patient and you won’t have to do anything, okay? I’ll do all the work, Ryan, I promise. I just --” he falters and drops his lips back to Ryan’s for an urgent kiss and mumbles, “Fuck, Ryan, I need your cock so bad. Please.”
There really is no weighing his options at this point. Brendon’s practically begging to fuck himself on Ryan’s cock and his cracking voice alone is enough to make up Ryan’s mind damn quick. Nodding frantically, Ryan chokes out, “Ye-yeah, okay. Yeah,” and Brendon just sort of surges up and gives Ryan all of his gratitude in a kiss so hard and sweet and open that, despite Brendon’s feverish mouth, Ryan swears he can taste honest appreciation on his tongue.
Brendon shifts, takes his toes out from beneath Ryan’s warm legs and backs down Ryan’s body, only giving himself enough distance to remove Ryan’s boxers. He slips a finger beneath the elastic waistband and tugs gently, urging Ryan to lift his hips and when he obeys, Brendon slides them down past his knees, leaves them tangled around his ankles before covering Ryan’s exposed cock with his mouth, insistent and hot.
With labored breath, Ryan exhales through his nose knowing that if anything leaves his mouth, it’s going to be accompanied by a moan. Brendon sucks him in as deep as he can, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering, and the top of Brendon’s wet head tickles Ryan’s stomach in his sitting position. He tongues the underside of the heavy cock in his mouth and Ryan’s hips lift involuntarily, searching and Brendon gags a little. Saliva drips down Ryan’s dick and puddles at the base where Brendon’s fingers are wrapped firmly around him, stroking what he can’t take. When Brendon pulls off with a generous slurp, he looks up at Ryan with heavy lidded eyes, dark and dangerous with something he can’t control.
Ryan’s panting lures Brendon back up to his mouth and Brendon matches his uneven breaths in a sloppy kiss that leaves Ryan’s fingers wound around Brendon’s wet hair.
“Do you need--?” Ryan gasps out, swallowing hard and petting down an unruly lock beneath his hand.
“No, no,” Brendon cuts off, resting his forehead against Ryan’s, closing his eyes. “I’m still--” Swallow, breath, kiss. “--from before.”
Ryan gulps, “Kay, yeah,” and kisses at Brendon’s face. It doesn’t really matter where his lips land, just as long as they’re on Brendon. They end up on the far corner of Brendon’s mouth, almost on his cheek and Brendon nips at them, darts his tongue over to coax Ryan’s mouth in the right direction and he shifts to straddle Ryan carefully. Brendon’s knees dig into the mattress on either side of Ryan’s hips and Ryan reaches down between them to grasp his cock and guide it to Brendon’s entrance.
“Don’t,” Brendon chokes, catching Ryan’s wrist softly. “Let me,” he says with a chilling lust in his eyes. He takes Ryan’s hands and firmly places them on his hips, curls Ryan’s fingers around the sharp bones tight and says, “Bruise me.”
Ryan’s cock twitches.
Taking an awkward angle, Brendon twists his hand down below him and takes Ryan’s cock in his hand, lowers himself down just enough so that only the tip is grazing, teasing and he circles just outside. Slowly, just as he’d promised, he lowers himself, allowing Ryan to breach him at a pace so agonizingly unhurried that it seems like days until Ryan’s buried to the hilt in Brendon’s ass, mouth agape and eyes lulled.
“Oh, fuck, Ryan,” Brendon gasps when he can’t sink any lower and the dull throbbing ache becomes more prominent. His legs are trembling slightly, trying to distribute some of his weight elsewhere; Ryan’s a lot to take in, he’d almost forgotten. It’s been a long time since he’s taken Ryan from this angle, welcomed every last inch of Ryan, hard and piercing and allowed it to tear him open. “G-god, I’m so f-ful-l,” he chokes and Ryan’s fingers dig marks into his hips.
“Shit, Bren,” Ryan grits, shudders as he feels Brendon clenching tight and warm and delicious all around him. “Fuck, you--. You look so good right now,” he manages, arches his hips just a little.
“N-no!” Brendon cries out, hands bracing himself against Ryan’s chest, shoulder. “Please, don’t move, Ry. I can’t- you, no. Just- stay still.”
Ryan convulses through a breath and a nod and begins rubbing distracting circles into Brendon’s hips. Brendon remains a statue for a good few moments, recuperating and gathering his breath and sanity and when he feels he’s finally ready, he presses against Ryan’s chest with clammy hands, chewing his lip harshly.
“Ohh, fuck!” Ryan moans as Brendon makes his first slide back down and everything warm and liquid starts boiling in his low stomach and Brendon just leans in closer to Ryan, shaking, clinging.
Brendon ducks his head down and captures Ryan’s mouth, biting and sucking and Ryan remains a boneless mass beneath him, languid and so, so gone. In a shaky whisper, Brendon says, “Gonna ride you ‘till it hurts,” and as he raises up again, feels the thick drag of Ryan’s cock heavy inside him, he groans, “Fuck, Ross, your cock, I can’t even- Jesus, so good.”
And really, it’s been good four times already today, and it’s only half past ten. But Jesus H. Christ if Brendon hasn’t missed fucking himself like this, dropping his hips down onto Ryan’s in order to get that deep, deep pleasure and knowing that he’s in complete control of determining how much he takes urges him to take it all just because he can. Plus, every time he sinks down onto Ryan, Ryan brushes him in just the right spot to make his toes curl.
Ryan laps at Brendon’s neck, murmurs, “Keep going, Bren. Shit,” and when Brendon drops back down, quicker than the last time, he moans, low and guttural and filthy and bites down on his lip. “Oh my god, B. Fuck, that sounds- Ungh, do it again,” Ryan urges, gripping Brendon’s hips harder for emphasis.
Nodding, Brendon shudders and raises again, slow and thick and anticipating and he feels every single inch burn as he crashes back down, Ryan’s cock nudging his prostate hard enough to drain a bit of energy from Brendon as he slips up and falls against Ryan’s chest, gasping quickly. He grapples for the back of Ryan’s neck and laces his fingers just below the soft spot where his hair ends and tucks his face into the side of his throat, whimpering helplessly.
Brendon’s liquid and reeling and it aches so wonderfully that he’s not sure if he can move again but he does, picks up a slow but steady rhythm and bounces in Ryan’s lap with precision and diligence.
It’s raw and real and everything whirling around them seems so sex crazed and misty but Brendon kisses tender words against Ryan’s pliant lips and Ryan’s hands rove over every warm expanse of skin across Brendon’s back and curl up around his shoulders, fingers tickling his collarbone. Brendon leans back, fucking himself harder onto Ryan’s cock when the new angle rips a howling moan from his throat and it exposes the long column of his pale neck. Ryan leans forward, pushes himself into Brendon and kisses up Brendon’s open chest, neck, chin until he reaches Brendon’s lips and pulls him by the shoulders back towards him.
Brendon drives Ryan harder and sharper into himself and gasps out, “Ry, I’m- oh shit, Ryan, right there, right there,” and rocks up and down on Ryan, talking to himself in his moment of delirium. Ryan knows he’s losing it, groans out, “Yeah, right there? Shit, you fuck yourself so good, Brendon,” and wraps his long fingers around Brendon’s leaking cock, pumping. Brendon chokes, tries to time his movements so that he’s thrusting up into Ryan’s fist before dropping back down on to Ryan’s cock at a breathtaking rhythm and he’s just got it perfected when it becomes all too much and his hips stutter and he’s slamming into his prostate every time Ryan fills him so tight and whole and tearing and he comes in hot spurts over Ryan’s hand, fucking himself through by far the most intense orgasm of the past two days, much less this morning.
Not long after, Ryan spills into him, wet and warm, and Brendon allows him to buck his hips up into him, lets him ride out his orgasm as well.
Sated, weak and well fucked, Brendon floats down onto Ryan, whimpering as his body adjusts to the endorphins still buzzing through his blood stream begin to settle and ease. Ryan pulls out with small, sharp gasp and pulls Brendon closer, allows him to curl into his side and steady his breathing. Every single pore on Ryan’s body is tingling and Brendon hums content and presses his smile into Ryan’s neck, nuzzling.