Her Name Was Maple [oneshot, 1,020 words]
Title: Her Name Was Maple
Author: sexontoasties
Pairing(s): Ryan/Brendon
Rating: R
Summary: (403): Well I'm 85-90% sure that he licked syrup off my body, but no guarantees... (A TFLN-inspired PWP)
POV: Third person
Beta: spencersmiles
Disclaimer: All fake.
A/N: So I was on textsfromlastnight.com a few hours ago, and I saw this particular one and thought "Hm. I can see Brendon licking syrup from Ryan's body." and then this happened.
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“This is definitely the greatest idea you’ve ever had,” Ryan says breathlessly, fisting his hands in the sheets as Brendon’s tongue licks a drop of syrup from his hip.
Brendon just hums and smacks his lips together, dipping a finger in Ryan’s belly button where more syrup has pooled, and then carefully licking the sticky sweetness from the tip of his finger. Ryan just stares, his cock painfully hard and obvious, but Brendon seems content to ignore it.
The younger boy crawls up and leans in, mouth inches away from Ryan’s, and says, “You taste good.”
Ryan rolls his eyes and tries not too look too desperate. “That’s because I’m covered in maple syrup.”
Brendon just does one of those stupid shit-eating grins that makes Ryan’s knees shake and then he leans down for a kiss, tongue lapping into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan hums happily, because Brendon tastes sugary and his lips are sticky and Ryan really just needs his dick to be sucked, like, now.
When Brendon pulls away, he reaches over and grabs the container of syrup. Ryan whines.
“Brendon,” he hisses, because really, this is like the third time Brendon’s licked Ryan clean just to pour more on, and Ryan really just needs Brendon’s mouth on his dick, please. Brendon ignores him in favor of tipping the bottle upside down and holding it high above his head, letting the line of syrup drip down, down, down until it hits Ryan’s chest. The sheets are going to be totally ruined, but Ryan doesn’t really give a shit because he’s going to ruin Brendon if he doesn’t start doing something right the fuck now.
When there’s a satisfying amount of syrup, Brendon places the bottle back on the nightstand and then drags his pointer finger through the pool of sugar. Brendon reaches for Ryan’s hand and proceeds to coat the older boy’s fingers with syrup, and Ryan opens his mouth to protest because no, ew, sticky, but then Brendon’s lips are closing around his middle finger, sucking softly.
Ryan gasps, and then watches as Brendon proceeds to lick his fingers clean like the good boy he is. When he’s finished, Ryan’s pretty sure his dick is going to fall off it’s so hard. Brendon grins and licks a long stripe across Ryan’s lower stomach where the syrup has begun to pool, and then he smacks his lips happily.
Ryan’s this close to just grabbing Brendon by the hair and shoving his head down where he needs it the most, but then he groans as he finally feels hot puffs of air on his groin.
“Took you long enough to get down there,” Ryan says, gritting his teeth when Brendon blows on his dick happily. Brendon ignores him in favor of grabbing the syrup bottle yet again. Ryan’s about to protest because no, my chest doesn’t need any more syrup just suck my dick already oh my god, but then he feels warm liquid dripping down his cock, and oh. Oh.
Ryan’s knuckles are white from gripping the sheets so hard, and this time Brendon doesn’t even bother to put the bottle back on the nightstand, just throws it to the side. It’s probably leaking all over the bed now, but that’s really the last thing on Ryan’s mind.
Brendon sucks the head of Ryan’s cock carefully into his mouth, and then he hums happily because it tastes sweet and slick and like Ryan, and the vibrations go straight to Ryan’s toes and back. Ryan’s pretty sure it’s safe to grab Brendon by the hair now and fuck his mouth because it’s the least he deserves from being teased for over a half an hour by soft lips and probing tongue and Brendon.
Ryan reaches his hands up tentatively though, anyways, because Brendon’s fragile and his, and he doesn’t want to like, push his limits, but Brendon just grabs Ryan’s hand and places it right on top of his head before taking Ryan in deeper.
Ryan’s fingers curl and twist themselves in the soft hair, and then he tugs harder because he knows Brendon has a thing for hair-pulling. Sure enough, the younger boy moans around a mouthful of dick and Ryan bucks his hips up desperately.
“Brendon, fuck,” he pants. His hands are sticky and he’s probably getting syrup all in Brendon’s hair, but fuck it. All Ryan can think about now is Brendon and the soft breathy noises he’s making and how syrup is dripping out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin and Ryan just wants to lick it.
Brendon reaches up his free hand and grips Ryan’s hip, his fingers getting covered in more syrup because really, Ryan is pretty much soaked in the stuff. He’s almost positive Brendon used the whole bottle. His hand keeps slipping, so Ryan makes a noise and says,
“Brendon, your hand, just - up here.”
And then Brendon’s fingers are pressed against his lips, prodding and sticky. Ryan opens his mouth and sucks in each digit, tongue probing and exploring and licking and Brendon just moans, and oh, hello, Ryan’s dick is still in his mouth and the vibrations of it are pretty much all it takes for Ryan to finally come, hot spurts of liquid shooting down Brendon’s throat.
The younger boy sucks him through it, and when he’s finally limp and breathless, Brendon moves up his body and grins down at Ryan fondly. There’s syrup all over his face, but Ryan just pulls him down and licks in his mouth, breathing out his nose and cupping Brendon’s syrup-covered cheek.
When they break apart, Ryan looks down at himself and makes a face. “I’m all sticky.”
Brendon looks down at Ryan’s chest contemplatively. “Yes. Do you know what that means?”
Ryan raises an eyebrow and runs his fingers along Brendon’s hip. “What?”
Brendon looks up and grins, sitting up and tugging Ryan with him. “Shower sex!”
He sounds entirely too excited, and Ryan rolls his eyes fondly because yes, okay. Maple syrup blow jobs leading to shower sex? Definitely the greatest idea Brendon’s ever had.
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Author: sexontoasties
Pairing(s): Ryan/Brendon
Rating: R
Summary: (403): Well I'm 85-90% sure that he licked syrup off my body, but no guarantees... (A TFLN-inspired PWP)
POV: Third person
Beta: spencersmiles
Disclaimer: All fake.
A/N: So I was on textsfromlastnight.com a few hours ago, and I saw this particular one and thought "Hm. I can see Brendon licking syrup from Ryan's body." and then this happened.
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“This is definitely the greatest idea you’ve ever had,” Ryan says breathlessly, fisting his hands in the sheets as Brendon’s tongue licks a drop of syrup from his hip.
Brendon just hums and smacks his lips together, dipping a finger in Ryan’s belly button where more syrup has pooled, and then carefully licking the sticky sweetness from the tip of his finger. Ryan just stares, his cock painfully hard and obvious, but Brendon seems content to ignore it.
The younger boy crawls up and leans in, mouth inches away from Ryan’s, and says, “You taste good.”
Ryan rolls his eyes and tries not too look too desperate. “That’s because I’m covered in maple syrup.”
Brendon just does one of those stupid shit-eating grins that makes Ryan’s knees shake and then he leans down for a kiss, tongue lapping into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan hums happily, because Brendon tastes sugary and his lips are sticky and Ryan really just needs his dick to be sucked, like, now.
When Brendon pulls away, he reaches over and grabs the container of syrup. Ryan whines.
“Brendon,” he hisses, because really, this is like the third time Brendon’s licked Ryan clean just to pour more on, and Ryan really just needs Brendon’s mouth on his dick, please. Brendon ignores him in favor of tipping the bottle upside down and holding it high above his head, letting the line of syrup drip down, down, down until it hits Ryan’s chest. The sheets are going to be totally ruined, but Ryan doesn’t really give a shit because he’s going to ruin Brendon if he doesn’t start doing something right the fuck now.
When there’s a satisfying amount of syrup, Brendon places the bottle back on the nightstand and then drags his pointer finger through the pool of sugar. Brendon reaches for Ryan’s hand and proceeds to coat the older boy’s fingers with syrup, and Ryan opens his mouth to protest because no, ew, sticky, but then Brendon’s lips are closing around his middle finger, sucking softly.
Ryan gasps, and then watches as Brendon proceeds to lick his fingers clean like the good boy he is. When he’s finished, Ryan’s pretty sure his dick is going to fall off it’s so hard. Brendon grins and licks a long stripe across Ryan’s lower stomach where the syrup has begun to pool, and then he smacks his lips happily.
Ryan’s this close to just grabbing Brendon by the hair and shoving his head down where he needs it the most, but then he groans as he finally feels hot puffs of air on his groin.
“Took you long enough to get down there,” Ryan says, gritting his teeth when Brendon blows on his dick happily. Brendon ignores him in favor of grabbing the syrup bottle yet again. Ryan’s about to protest because no, my chest doesn’t need any more syrup just suck my dick already oh my god, but then he feels warm liquid dripping down his cock, and oh. Oh.
Ryan’s knuckles are white from gripping the sheets so hard, and this time Brendon doesn’t even bother to put the bottle back on the nightstand, just throws it to the side. It’s probably leaking all over the bed now, but that’s really the last thing on Ryan’s mind.
Brendon sucks the head of Ryan’s cock carefully into his mouth, and then he hums happily because it tastes sweet and slick and like Ryan, and the vibrations go straight to Ryan’s toes and back. Ryan’s pretty sure it’s safe to grab Brendon by the hair now and fuck his mouth because it’s the least he deserves from being teased for over a half an hour by soft lips and probing tongue and Brendon.
Ryan reaches his hands up tentatively though, anyways, because Brendon’s fragile and his, and he doesn’t want to like, push his limits, but Brendon just grabs Ryan’s hand and places it right on top of his head before taking Ryan in deeper.
Ryan’s fingers curl and twist themselves in the soft hair, and then he tugs harder because he knows Brendon has a thing for hair-pulling. Sure enough, the younger boy moans around a mouthful of dick and Ryan bucks his hips up desperately.
“Brendon, fuck,” he pants. His hands are sticky and he’s probably getting syrup all in Brendon’s hair, but fuck it. All Ryan can think about now is Brendon and the soft breathy noises he’s making and how syrup is dripping out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin and Ryan just wants to lick it.
Brendon reaches up his free hand and grips Ryan’s hip, his fingers getting covered in more syrup because really, Ryan is pretty much soaked in the stuff. He’s almost positive Brendon used the whole bottle. His hand keeps slipping, so Ryan makes a noise and says,
“Brendon, your hand, just - up here.”
And then Brendon’s fingers are pressed against his lips, prodding and sticky. Ryan opens his mouth and sucks in each digit, tongue probing and exploring and licking and Brendon just moans, and oh, hello, Ryan’s dick is still in his mouth and the vibrations of it are pretty much all it takes for Ryan to finally come, hot spurts of liquid shooting down Brendon’s throat.
The younger boy sucks him through it, and when he’s finally limp and breathless, Brendon moves up his body and grins down at Ryan fondly. There’s syrup all over his face, but Ryan just pulls him down and licks in his mouth, breathing out his nose and cupping Brendon’s syrup-covered cheek.
When they break apart, Ryan looks down at himself and makes a face. “I’m all sticky.”
Brendon looks down at Ryan’s chest contemplatively. “Yes. Do you know what that means?”
Ryan raises an eyebrow and runs his fingers along Brendon’s hip. “What?”
Brendon looks up and grins, sitting up and tugging Ryan with him. “Shower sex!”
He sounds entirely too excited, and Ryan rolls his eyes fondly because yes, okay. Maple syrup blow jobs leading to shower sex? Definitely the greatest idea Brendon’s ever had.
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