Hero Complex
Hero Complex
Dan/Jepha, bloodplay for ihavecake
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2900 words of porny porn.
Dan knows Jepha well enough to know that he’s not the kind of guy to start random bar fights, so he’s surprised to come out of the crapper to see Jepha punching a dude twice his size. He pushes through the rubbernecking barflies to join in, but the big dude is going down. Behind Jepha there’s a pretty girl looking down at him like he’s a hero. He doesn’t know what started the whole thing, but the girl’s got a nasty-looking red mark around her arm and what looks like a fading black eye. Jepha’s not the kind of guy to start random bar fights, but he’s the kind that’s not going to watch some huge fuckin’ guy hit a girl.
“Don’t fucking hit her,” Jepha says- spits, really- and Dan doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jepha look so pissed off. It’s sort of hot, actually, until he sees the blood on Jepha’s lip and a rush of possessive, protective anger shoots through him, pools in his stomach. Dan doesn’t like seeing Jepha hurt, not really; the stuff they do for sexytimes isn’t the same as Jepha bleeding at the hands of some bar douche. Jepha doesn’t kick the dude when he’s down but Dan can see he wants to. Instead Jepha turns to the bartender and calmly points out that if he was going to call the cops on anyone, it should be on the guy for hitting his girlfriend and not him for stepping in. The girl looks conflicted; she looks like she wants to thank Jepha but she’s also making aborted moves to help her bleeding boyfriend.
“He’s just gonna hit you again,” Jepha tells her, and that’s when Dan steps up and rejoins Jepha. He certainly doesn’t accidentally step on the guy’s hand in order to lean against Jepha’s back. “Dump him,” he adds, and wipes at his lip for the first time, like he’s just noticed he’s bleeding. Dan nods in agreement, wraps his hands around Jepha’s hips. Everyone looks up when a couple of cops enter the bar, and Dan sighs and settles in for a long night.
Thankfully the big abusive douchebag doesn’t want to press charges against Jepha, though the girlfriend is making speculative noises about not being so forgiving to the douche. The bartender gives Jepha a towel to clean up his lip at one point, after Dan closes their tab and tips extremely well, and they’re let go by the cops in less than an hour. It’s not a long walk back to Jepha’s house, really, ten minutes at most, but it seems longer because Jepha fumes the whole way. Jepha doesn’t even seem mad about getting hit, Dan thinks, he seems more pissed about the girl.
“She’s not going to dump him,” Jepha grumbles, ignoring Dan’s soothing noises. “He’ll get her flowers or something, and she’ll go right back.”
Dan digs his fingers into Jepha’s waist after a couple blocks. “You did what you could, SuperJepha,” he says. They’re getting close to Jepha’s place and Dan wants Jepha to stop bitching before they get home. Jepha bitching means sexytimes may not happen, and Dan really wants sexytimes. “Stop talking about other girls before Dan Lane gets jealous.” Jepha laughs, a short bark that seems to interrupt the flow of his angry thoughts, and he relaxes slightly into Dan as they round the corner to their street. Sexytimes, Dan thinks, are back on.
He would do victory arms, but that would mean letting go of Jepha, and victory arms aren’t worth it.
But he has to let go when they make it to the front door so Jepha can dig through his pockets to find his keys, so he does them quickly while Jepha’s back is turned. Jepha catches him doing it and laughs at him again before he pushes the door open. They’re immediately (and unsurprisingly) accosted by a river of dogs, so Dan’s vaguely formed plan of pushing Jepha against the entry wall and making with the kissing is foiled. On the other hand, the dogs appear to push away the rest of Jepha’s temper so it’s all good. With Zelda flopped over Jepha’s shoulder and the rest of them barking at their knees, they head for the kitchen to get biscuits. Dan can’t complain about paying attention to the pack of dogs after leaving them alone all day, so there’s dog treats and chew toys and inside games of fetch to be played before he can maybe haul Jepha to bed for some adult entertainment.
Jepha sets Zelda on the ground when the rest of the dogs start settling down, leans back against Dan and watches their motley assortment of dogs tumble sleepily out of the kitchen. Dan loops his arms around Jepha’s waist and pulls him closer. The dogs are heading for the spare bedroom and their pile of pillows. Bert and Quinn are at some party and aren’t coming over afterwards. Jepha’s bad mood looks like it’s cleared up and it is clearly time for pantsless fun. Dan slides one hand up under Jepha’s t-shirt, rests his chin on Jepha’s shoulder and noses at his boyfriend’s hair, sticks his tongue through Jepha’s eartunnel.
Jepha does not have the correct reaction. “Metalocalypse is on,” he says, and shivers out of Dan’s arms. Dan most definitely does not pout as he follows Jepha into the living room and slouches down onto the battered couch next him. At least Jepha still snuggles against him, doesn’t protest when Dan’s hand slides behind his back and curls around his thigh. He’s sort of distantly awed that his skinny, pacifist boyfriend, with his stick legs and his tattooed hands, can beat down someone bigger than Dan. It makes him hot, too, when he thinks about Jepha being perfectly capable of dropping him but letting him slap him around in bed.
Dan lasts one episode before he loses interest in Adult Swim; he’s seen the episode of Squidbillies that comes on next and Jepha isn’t even paying attention to the TV. Dan doesn’t even try to be sneaky this time, he moves his hand up to palm Jepha’s crotch and bites his ear. This, Dan feels, should clearly and effectively communicate that he wants to see Jepha naked soon.
Jepha finally responds in a Dan’s-dick-approved manner. Dan finds himself with a lapful of inky man and inky hands pushing up his shirt. Jepha kisses him, hard, and bites at his mouth; Dan is keenly aware of Jepha’s split lip where the raised scab drags over his skin. He grabs at Jepha’s ass, pulls him close and grinds up against him. A few moments of eager grinding and groping and biting, and Dan slides his hand up Jepha’s back- still annoyingly covered with a shirt, he’s failing at getting Jepha naked in a timely fashion- to grip the back of his neck. Usually this sort of neck-holding leads to Jepha going all shivery and pliable and submissive, but Jepha doesn’t seem to want to bare his throat quite yet.
Dan’s still pretty new at this whole dom-sub-kinky-sex thing, isn’t quite sure what to do when Jepha seems intent on steering. So he hangs on, pulls on Jepha’s hair a little, fists a hand in his t-shirt and bites at his mouth.
He pulls back when he tastes blood, bright and salty and coppery on his tongue; Jepha’s split lip is oozing and smearing over his mouth. He wipes at his mouth without thinking and his fingers come away red. Jepha doesn’t let him wipe them on the sofa; he catches Dan’s hand, pulls bloodstained fingers into his mouth and Dan doesn’t even bother trying to hold back a groan that roughly translates to oh jesus fuck keep doing that. And it’s not like Jepha’s effectively cleaning his fingers or anything, because every time Dan’s fingers drag over his lip they get more blood on them, he just seems pretty pleased with the taste of his own blood on Dan’s skin.
Dan’s pretty happy with Jepha’s course of action, too; he knows about Jepha’s oral fixation, loves sticking his fingers in Jepha’s mouth for him to lick and suck and fellate, but there’s only so much he can take and the blissfully intent look on his kinky fucker of a boyfriend’s face is making him want to redirect said oral fixation somewhere slightly lower.
Jepha bites Dan’s fingers when he tries to pull them out of his mouth. Not hard, just enough to make Dan make a really manly noise and tug them free. Jepha gives him a look that in no uncertain terms says so what’re you going to do now, bitch? Dan knows what to do about that, pushes Jepha off his lap and onto the floor. Jepha falls awkwardly to his knees, glares up at Dan with his mouth and silver studs stained red, and goes to push himself back up using Dan’s thighs as leverage. Dan keeps him down with a spit-damp hand in Jepha’s hair and a fast crack of a slap across his un-bruised cheek. Jepha’s breath hitches, hisses out between clenched teeth when Dan wipes at his lip afterwards, smearing the blood further over his mouth.
“No biting,” he says, and gets his voice under control so he can use a proper I am completely in control and this is so not a big deal voice and not a god I want to fuck you into the couch right now voice. He pushes his fingers back into Jepha’s mouth, rougher, lets Jepha suck for a moment, then pulls them back out. He doesn’t get bitten this time and Jepha gets a pat on the head in reward. “Good boy,” he mutters.
The words mask the sound his fly makes when he opens his pants, but Jepha doesn’t miss it, leans against Dan’s grip in his hair. Dan pulls his dick free of his jeans, watches Jepha watch him give himself a few rough strokes. He pulls Jepha’s head back, tilts his chin up so Jepha has to look at him and not his cock. Jepha whines, low and back in his throat, pulls against Dan’s hand.
“What, do you want something?” Dan asks, casually, like he isn’t hard, like Jepha’s mouth isn’t right fucking there looking all inviting and wet. He’s pretty sure he wants to shove into Jepha’s mouth almost as much as Jepha wants him to, but by god, he’s gonna make Jepha beg for it first. Jepha licks his lips, prods the still-leaking cut with his tongue and drags his barbell over the wound so it opens further under the pressure. He makes a few aborted noises that maybe were supposed to be words at one point but fell apart before making it out of his mouth and finally gets it together.
“Please, Dan?” he starts, looking up at Dan with fucked out eyes. Dan tuts and shakes his head, shaking Jepha’s head for him.
“No, not specific enough. I think you want me to play Halo now,” he says, reaching for the Xbox controller that’s wedged between the couch cushions without letting go of Jepha’s hair.
Jepha whines, rolls up on his knees against the restraint of Dan’s hand, puts please hands together like a praying pervert and tries again. “Please, Dan, please can… can I suck your cock?” Dan pulls a thoughtful face, ponders Jepha’s plea.
“No, still not good enough. I’m starting to think you don’t want anything, if you can’t ask right.” Dan pushes the power button on the controller while Jepha groans, licks his lips, tries to work out what Dan’s wants from him.
Dan takes pity on himself after a minute of Jepha stuttering out please and Dan and fuck in various combinations and drops the controller on the floor next to Jepha. He’ll get bitched at for abusing the video game equipment later, but that is unimportant at the moment. Right now, what’s important is getting Jepha’s mouth up close and personal with his dick. “I know you can suck cock, Mr. Jepharee Cockslut Heropants Howard,” he says, and Jepha groans like he knows exactly where Dan’s going with this. “The question is, ‘May I please suck your cock, Dan, pretty please with cherries and sprinkles and beer and jizz on top?’”
Jepha doesn’t quite roll his eyes, so Dan doesn’t slap him again, and he grits his teeth and rattles back what Dan told him to say: “May-I-please-suck-your-cock-Dan-pretty-please-with-cherries-and-sprinkles-and-beer-and-jizz-on-top.” Dan thinks that this is probably good enough, pulls Jepha’s head closer to his crotch and puts the head of his dick against Jepha’s blood-wet mouth. Jepha opens his mouth, sucks him in greedily; Dan doesn’t try to control his pace, just keeps his hand on his head and watches Jepha’s blissed-out expression until he can’t keep his eyes focused any more.
He thinks he should be way more disturbed by the sight of Jepha’s blood smearing over his dick every time he pulls back, but Jepha’s kinky weirdness is apparently contagious and besides, his tongue stud is dragging over the head of Dan’s dick. It’s hard for Dan to be bothered about anything else when Jepha’s focusing all his attention on giving him head like that, like the only thing he wants is cock in his mouth and a hand in his hair, swallowing him down like it’s his fucking job and he loves what he does for a living.
Dan glances down and sees Jepha’s hard inside his jeans, too-tight to begin with and straining now, and Jepha’s hands are clenched in his lap, deliberately not touching himself. His balls are already aching and that certainly doesn’t relieve any of the pressure building in his groin; another sign that Jepha’s kinkiness is catching- he never knew watching someone not jerk off could be so fucking hot. He’s distracted from his contemplation of Jepha’s crotch by Jepha’s mouth, specifically the back of Jepha’s throat and its meeting with the head of his cock. Dan groans, pushes deeper into his boyfriend’s mouth, watches Jepha’s face redden when he can’t breathe for just long enough to make his hips twitch where he’s kneeling.
He’s stupidly close to coming even before Jepha adds teeth to the mix, not enough to hurt but enough to make things really fucking interesting; he drags Jepha off his cock and bites back a stupid noise at how goddamn good Jepha looks with his cheeks slapped pink and his mouth swollen and bloody, with a trail of blood and spit trickling over his labrets, his eyes all pupil and heavy-lidded. Dan holds Jepha’s hair, holds him just far enough away from him that Jepha can’t get his mouth back on Dan’s dick no matter how he tries, and fists himself. He’s spit-slick and close, fucking close, and he jerks himself off in just a few rough strokes until he’s coming all over Jepha’s already mess face. Jepha moans almost as loud as he does, catches jizz on his tongue and swallows, looks better covered in come than any plastic porn star ever could because Dan knows he loves it.
Dan watches Jepha lick his lips, watches him mix jizz and blood with his tongue before he swallows it with a quiet hum of bliss. He lets go of Jepha’s hair, drags his fingers through his own come on Jepha’s cheek, smears it over his skin and catches the trail of blood so it turns pink on his fingers. He holds them in front of Jepha’s mouth, inviting. “Lick it off,” he says, and sounds fucked out even to himself, but Jepha does, tongue curling around his fingers with what’s probably the most obscene gesture of obedience Dan’s ever seen. When his hand is clean, he pulls more come from Jepha’s cheek, repeats the order, does it again until Jepha’s face is mostly free of Dan’s come.
And Jepha still hasn’t touched himself, his hands are still firmly clenched away from his dick, even though it has to fucking hurt being trapped in his skinny scene pants. Dan takes his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth, pats his lap invitingly. “Get your ass up here,” he orders, and Jepha pulls himself up to straddle Dan’s legs on the couch. Dan palms the bulge of Jepha’s dick through his jeans, grins at the desperate whine that Jepha lets out.
“Does Jepha want to come?” he asks, squeezing just this side of hard enough.
“Please, Dan, I want to come,” Jepha says, annunciating each word through clenched teeth. “Please let me come, pretty please with cherries and sprinkles and beer and jizz on top.” He pushes into Dan’s hand, still trapped in his pants, and Dan obliges him. He pulls Jepha’s head down to kiss him, bites his lip, tastes come and blood and beer on Jepha’s tongue as he squeezes and gropes him through his jeans until Jepha’s breath is stuttering in his mouth and he goes loose in Dan’s lap. Dan feels damp denim under his palm and laughs into Jepha’s mouth until Jepha pinches him viciously in the chest.
“Fuck you, I just washed these,” Jepha bitches, but there's no heat in it, and Dan just bites his ear until he stops grumbling.
Dan/Jepha, bloodplay for ihavecake
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2900 words of porny porn.
Dan knows Jepha well enough to know that he’s not the kind of guy to start random bar fights, so he’s surprised to come out of the crapper to see Jepha punching a dude twice his size. He pushes through the rubbernecking barflies to join in, but the big dude is going down. Behind Jepha there’s a pretty girl looking down at him like he’s a hero. He doesn’t know what started the whole thing, but the girl’s got a nasty-looking red mark around her arm and what looks like a fading black eye. Jepha’s not the kind of guy to start random bar fights, but he’s the kind that’s not going to watch some huge fuckin’ guy hit a girl.
“Don’t fucking hit her,” Jepha says- spits, really- and Dan doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jepha look so pissed off. It’s sort of hot, actually, until he sees the blood on Jepha’s lip and a rush of possessive, protective anger shoots through him, pools in his stomach. Dan doesn’t like seeing Jepha hurt, not really; the stuff they do for sexytimes isn’t the same as Jepha bleeding at the hands of some bar douche. Jepha doesn’t kick the dude when he’s down but Dan can see he wants to. Instead Jepha turns to the bartender and calmly points out that if he was going to call the cops on anyone, it should be on the guy for hitting his girlfriend and not him for stepping in. The girl looks conflicted; she looks like she wants to thank Jepha but she’s also making aborted moves to help her bleeding boyfriend.
“He’s just gonna hit you again,” Jepha tells her, and that’s when Dan steps up and rejoins Jepha. He certainly doesn’t accidentally step on the guy’s hand in order to lean against Jepha’s back. “Dump him,” he adds, and wipes at his lip for the first time, like he’s just noticed he’s bleeding. Dan nods in agreement, wraps his hands around Jepha’s hips. Everyone looks up when a couple of cops enter the bar, and Dan sighs and settles in for a long night.
Thankfully the big abusive douchebag doesn’t want to press charges against Jepha, though the girlfriend is making speculative noises about not being so forgiving to the douche. The bartender gives Jepha a towel to clean up his lip at one point, after Dan closes their tab and tips extremely well, and they’re let go by the cops in less than an hour. It’s not a long walk back to Jepha’s house, really, ten minutes at most, but it seems longer because Jepha fumes the whole way. Jepha doesn’t even seem mad about getting hit, Dan thinks, he seems more pissed about the girl.
“She’s not going to dump him,” Jepha grumbles, ignoring Dan’s soothing noises. “He’ll get her flowers or something, and she’ll go right back.”
Dan digs his fingers into Jepha’s waist after a couple blocks. “You did what you could, SuperJepha,” he says. They’re getting close to Jepha’s place and Dan wants Jepha to stop bitching before they get home. Jepha bitching means sexytimes may not happen, and Dan really wants sexytimes. “Stop talking about other girls before Dan Lane gets jealous.” Jepha laughs, a short bark that seems to interrupt the flow of his angry thoughts, and he relaxes slightly into Dan as they round the corner to their street. Sexytimes, Dan thinks, are back on.
He would do victory arms, but that would mean letting go of Jepha, and victory arms aren’t worth it.
But he has to let go when they make it to the front door so Jepha can dig through his pockets to find his keys, so he does them quickly while Jepha’s back is turned. Jepha catches him doing it and laughs at him again before he pushes the door open. They’re immediately (and unsurprisingly) accosted by a river of dogs, so Dan’s vaguely formed plan of pushing Jepha against the entry wall and making with the kissing is foiled. On the other hand, the dogs appear to push away the rest of Jepha’s temper so it’s all good. With Zelda flopped over Jepha’s shoulder and the rest of them barking at their knees, they head for the kitchen to get biscuits. Dan can’t complain about paying attention to the pack of dogs after leaving them alone all day, so there’s dog treats and chew toys and inside games of fetch to be played before he can maybe haul Jepha to bed for some adult entertainment.
Jepha sets Zelda on the ground when the rest of the dogs start settling down, leans back against Dan and watches their motley assortment of dogs tumble sleepily out of the kitchen. Dan loops his arms around Jepha’s waist and pulls him closer. The dogs are heading for the spare bedroom and their pile of pillows. Bert and Quinn are at some party and aren’t coming over afterwards. Jepha’s bad mood looks like it’s cleared up and it is clearly time for pantsless fun. Dan slides one hand up under Jepha’s t-shirt, rests his chin on Jepha’s shoulder and noses at his boyfriend’s hair, sticks his tongue through Jepha’s eartunnel.
Jepha does not have the correct reaction. “Metalocalypse is on,” he says, and shivers out of Dan’s arms. Dan most definitely does not pout as he follows Jepha into the living room and slouches down onto the battered couch next him. At least Jepha still snuggles against him, doesn’t protest when Dan’s hand slides behind his back and curls around his thigh. He’s sort of distantly awed that his skinny, pacifist boyfriend, with his stick legs and his tattooed hands, can beat down someone bigger than Dan. It makes him hot, too, when he thinks about Jepha being perfectly capable of dropping him but letting him slap him around in bed.
Dan lasts one episode before he loses interest in Adult Swim; he’s seen the episode of Squidbillies that comes on next and Jepha isn’t even paying attention to the TV. Dan doesn’t even try to be sneaky this time, he moves his hand up to palm Jepha’s crotch and bites his ear. This, Dan feels, should clearly and effectively communicate that he wants to see Jepha naked soon.
Jepha finally responds in a Dan’s-dick-approved manner. Dan finds himself with a lapful of inky man and inky hands pushing up his shirt. Jepha kisses him, hard, and bites at his mouth; Dan is keenly aware of Jepha’s split lip where the raised scab drags over his skin. He grabs at Jepha’s ass, pulls him close and grinds up against him. A few moments of eager grinding and groping and biting, and Dan slides his hand up Jepha’s back- still annoyingly covered with a shirt, he’s failing at getting Jepha naked in a timely fashion- to grip the back of his neck. Usually this sort of neck-holding leads to Jepha going all shivery and pliable and submissive, but Jepha doesn’t seem to want to bare his throat quite yet.
Dan’s still pretty new at this whole dom-sub-kinky-sex thing, isn’t quite sure what to do when Jepha seems intent on steering. So he hangs on, pulls on Jepha’s hair a little, fists a hand in his t-shirt and bites at his mouth.
He pulls back when he tastes blood, bright and salty and coppery on his tongue; Jepha’s split lip is oozing and smearing over his mouth. He wipes at his mouth without thinking and his fingers come away red. Jepha doesn’t let him wipe them on the sofa; he catches Dan’s hand, pulls bloodstained fingers into his mouth and Dan doesn’t even bother trying to hold back a groan that roughly translates to oh jesus fuck keep doing that. And it’s not like Jepha’s effectively cleaning his fingers or anything, because every time Dan’s fingers drag over his lip they get more blood on them, he just seems pretty pleased with the taste of his own blood on Dan’s skin.
Dan’s pretty happy with Jepha’s course of action, too; he knows about Jepha’s oral fixation, loves sticking his fingers in Jepha’s mouth for him to lick and suck and fellate, but there’s only so much he can take and the blissfully intent look on his kinky fucker of a boyfriend’s face is making him want to redirect said oral fixation somewhere slightly lower.
Jepha bites Dan’s fingers when he tries to pull them out of his mouth. Not hard, just enough to make Dan make a really manly noise and tug them free. Jepha gives him a look that in no uncertain terms says so what’re you going to do now, bitch? Dan knows what to do about that, pushes Jepha off his lap and onto the floor. Jepha falls awkwardly to his knees, glares up at Dan with his mouth and silver studs stained red, and goes to push himself back up using Dan’s thighs as leverage. Dan keeps him down with a spit-damp hand in Jepha’s hair and a fast crack of a slap across his un-bruised cheek. Jepha’s breath hitches, hisses out between clenched teeth when Dan wipes at his lip afterwards, smearing the blood further over his mouth.
“No biting,” he says, and gets his voice under control so he can use a proper I am completely in control and this is so not a big deal voice and not a god I want to fuck you into the couch right now voice. He pushes his fingers back into Jepha’s mouth, rougher, lets Jepha suck for a moment, then pulls them back out. He doesn’t get bitten this time and Jepha gets a pat on the head in reward. “Good boy,” he mutters.
The words mask the sound his fly makes when he opens his pants, but Jepha doesn’t miss it, leans against Dan’s grip in his hair. Dan pulls his dick free of his jeans, watches Jepha watch him give himself a few rough strokes. He pulls Jepha’s head back, tilts his chin up so Jepha has to look at him and not his cock. Jepha whines, low and back in his throat, pulls against Dan’s hand.
“What, do you want something?” Dan asks, casually, like he isn’t hard, like Jepha’s mouth isn’t right fucking there looking all inviting and wet. He’s pretty sure he wants to shove into Jepha’s mouth almost as much as Jepha wants him to, but by god, he’s gonna make Jepha beg for it first. Jepha licks his lips, prods the still-leaking cut with his tongue and drags his barbell over the wound so it opens further under the pressure. He makes a few aborted noises that maybe were supposed to be words at one point but fell apart before making it out of his mouth and finally gets it together.
“Please, Dan?” he starts, looking up at Dan with fucked out eyes. Dan tuts and shakes his head, shaking Jepha’s head for him.
“No, not specific enough. I think you want me to play Halo now,” he says, reaching for the Xbox controller that’s wedged between the couch cushions without letting go of Jepha’s hair.
Jepha whines, rolls up on his knees against the restraint of Dan’s hand, puts please hands together like a praying pervert and tries again. “Please, Dan, please can… can I suck your cock?” Dan pulls a thoughtful face, ponders Jepha’s plea.
“No, still not good enough. I’m starting to think you don’t want anything, if you can’t ask right.” Dan pushes the power button on the controller while Jepha groans, licks his lips, tries to work out what Dan’s wants from him.
Dan takes pity on himself after a minute of Jepha stuttering out please and Dan and fuck in various combinations and drops the controller on the floor next to Jepha. He’ll get bitched at for abusing the video game equipment later, but that is unimportant at the moment. Right now, what’s important is getting Jepha’s mouth up close and personal with his dick. “I know you can suck cock, Mr. Jepharee Cockslut Heropants Howard,” he says, and Jepha groans like he knows exactly where Dan’s going with this. “The question is, ‘May I please suck your cock, Dan, pretty please with cherries and sprinkles and beer and jizz on top?’”
Jepha doesn’t quite roll his eyes, so Dan doesn’t slap him again, and he grits his teeth and rattles back what Dan told him to say: “May-I-please-suck-your-cock-Dan-pretty-please-with-cherries-and-sprinkles-and-beer-and-jizz-on-top.” Dan thinks that this is probably good enough, pulls Jepha’s head closer to his crotch and puts the head of his dick against Jepha’s blood-wet mouth. Jepha opens his mouth, sucks him in greedily; Dan doesn’t try to control his pace, just keeps his hand on his head and watches Jepha’s blissed-out expression until he can’t keep his eyes focused any more.
He thinks he should be way more disturbed by the sight of Jepha’s blood smearing over his dick every time he pulls back, but Jepha’s kinky weirdness is apparently contagious and besides, his tongue stud is dragging over the head of Dan’s dick. It’s hard for Dan to be bothered about anything else when Jepha’s focusing all his attention on giving him head like that, like the only thing he wants is cock in his mouth and a hand in his hair, swallowing him down like it’s his fucking job and he loves what he does for a living.
Dan glances down and sees Jepha’s hard inside his jeans, too-tight to begin with and straining now, and Jepha’s hands are clenched in his lap, deliberately not touching himself. His balls are already aching and that certainly doesn’t relieve any of the pressure building in his groin; another sign that Jepha’s kinkiness is catching- he never knew watching someone not jerk off could be so fucking hot. He’s distracted from his contemplation of Jepha’s crotch by Jepha’s mouth, specifically the back of Jepha’s throat and its meeting with the head of his cock. Dan groans, pushes deeper into his boyfriend’s mouth, watches Jepha’s face redden when he can’t breathe for just long enough to make his hips twitch where he’s kneeling.
He’s stupidly close to coming even before Jepha adds teeth to the mix, not enough to hurt but enough to make things really fucking interesting; he drags Jepha off his cock and bites back a stupid noise at how goddamn good Jepha looks with his cheeks slapped pink and his mouth swollen and bloody, with a trail of blood and spit trickling over his labrets, his eyes all pupil and heavy-lidded. Dan holds Jepha’s hair, holds him just far enough away from him that Jepha can’t get his mouth back on Dan’s dick no matter how he tries, and fists himself. He’s spit-slick and close, fucking close, and he jerks himself off in just a few rough strokes until he’s coming all over Jepha’s already mess face. Jepha moans almost as loud as he does, catches jizz on his tongue and swallows, looks better covered in come than any plastic porn star ever could because Dan knows he loves it.
Dan watches Jepha lick his lips, watches him mix jizz and blood with his tongue before he swallows it with a quiet hum of bliss. He lets go of Jepha’s hair, drags his fingers through his own come on Jepha’s cheek, smears it over his skin and catches the trail of blood so it turns pink on his fingers. He holds them in front of Jepha’s mouth, inviting. “Lick it off,” he says, and sounds fucked out even to himself, but Jepha does, tongue curling around his fingers with what’s probably the most obscene gesture of obedience Dan’s ever seen. When his hand is clean, he pulls more come from Jepha’s cheek, repeats the order, does it again until Jepha’s face is mostly free of Dan’s come.
And Jepha still hasn’t touched himself, his hands are still firmly clenched away from his dick, even though it has to fucking hurt being trapped in his skinny scene pants. Dan takes his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth, pats his lap invitingly. “Get your ass up here,” he orders, and Jepha pulls himself up to straddle Dan’s legs on the couch. Dan palms the bulge of Jepha’s dick through his jeans, grins at the desperate whine that Jepha lets out.
“Does Jepha want to come?” he asks, squeezing just this side of hard enough.
“Please, Dan, I want to come,” Jepha says, annunciating each word through clenched teeth. “Please let me come, pretty please with cherries and sprinkles and beer and jizz on top.” He pushes into Dan’s hand, still trapped in his pants, and Dan obliges him. He pulls Jepha’s head down to kiss him, bites his lip, tastes come and blood and beer on Jepha’s tongue as he squeezes and gropes him through his jeans until Jepha’s breath is stuttering in his mouth and he goes loose in Dan’s lap. Dan feels damp denim under his palm and laughs into Jepha’s mouth until Jepha pinches him viciously in the chest.
“Fuck you, I just washed these,” Jepha bitches, but there's no heat in it, and Dan just bites his ear until he stops grumbling.