so yeah...even i got hot writing this.
Title: Leashed
Pairing: Brian/Matt
Rating: XXXX haha jk, just NC-17 for smex, leashes, and yeah, smex.
Disclaimer: you think i'd be HERE, if i had THIS to watch?
Dedication: to screamsynscream , for the inspiration ^.^ and to jadegates for choosing this for me to write first.
AN: i'm gonna be real egotisical for a second when i say: ladies and gents, grab an extra pair o' undies, you'll need 'em. i haven't been able to write smut for a while, and i'm really glad how this turned out. so enjoy! :D oh, PS: if there are any typos, please let me know. tired wench= failtastic proofreader.
The next time the leash was yanked, he was knocked flat on his ass. A growl tore it's way up his restrained throat, half from pain and frustration, half from some perverse pleasure at being dragged around like a fucking dog by his best friend.
As Matt wrapped the narrow strip of leather multiple times, he straddled Brian's cut hips and grinned down at the other man. "S'matter pup? Loose your balance?" He grabbed a great fistful of coal black hair and smashed their lips together, all teeth and dominance. His free hand dragged across Brian's naked chest, leaving shallow welts in their wake. A shudder rippled through the guitarist's body, his hips bucking against Matt's deliciously. Matt in turn ground down, rough denim against tan skin, the only barrier stopping their raging hard-ons from getting real familiar with each other.
Brian tried to suppress the whine of disappointment as Matt leaned back and got up off his naked body, catching his robbed breath.
This, however, only lasted a moment until the leash was tugged again, with an order of, "Up. C'mon boy, get movin'." He slowly climbed to his feet, choking when the collar around his neck was pulled taut and Matt gave a growl of his own. "On your paws."
Brian had to pause, cause out of the two of them, Matt was definitely more animalistic with that wolfish grin. He huffed, but nevertheless got back down on his hands and knees, and began to follow the singer up to the bedroom.
Matt's hand, so brutal before, reached back and ran through Brian's hair, its owner murmuring, "Good boy." He stepped back as they got to the stairs, waiting for Brian, who looked back with an eyebrow raised. "Yup, crawl up."
Fine, he wanted to watch, Brian'll put on a show. It was kind of in his blood, wasn't it? He made sure his hips and ass swayed in a slow easy rhythm, looking back half way up to make sure that Matt was indeed transfixed. And that he was.
He got to the top of the stairs and turned around, watching Matt with a knowing smirk. Matt rolled his eyes and shot an arm out, catching the other around the neck and forcing him onto his ass yet again.
"Goddamit Matt! Fuck it, not bruise it." It was the first words Brian had said since they started this whole adventure, and to say it threw Matt would be an understatement.
"Uh, sorry." He seemed slightly confused and afraid to become the dominant he was a minute ago but Brian wanted to get fucked.
"C'mon boss, show me what ya got." He snaked his legs around Matt's torso and brought them together once again, grabbing the other behind the head and forcing Matt to collapse on top of him. He bit into a pierced lip and growled playfully. Matt got the hint and attacked back, forgoing Brian's thin lips and finding a tasty spot on his collarbone, tracing his tongue and teeth between that and the finely crafted leather collar adorning Brian's neck. Matt inhaled the drug that was leather, smokes and Brian; it drove him crazy, wanting to devour every inch of the man below him.
His body felt it was on fire, every touch of those talented fingers along his back and into the waistband of his jeans felt like a thousand bolts of electricity, all designed to either kill him, or send him careening off the cliff of carnal sin. Though this was supposed to be about Matt taking charge, he nodded in agreement against Brian's shoulder as the other reached for his fly and allowed his pants to be shucked with ease. As soon as he was naked as the day he was born, Matt hauled up on the strip of material in his hand, wolfish grin back in place as the other was forced to follow. Not that either one was complaining.
Matt didn't bother telling Brian to get back on his knees; first because he just wanted to get his dick inside him, second because he would be back on them soon enough. Only stopping when his own knees hit the bed of their dimly lit bedroom, Matt used momentum in a movement that could be seen in a ninja movie. He tugged hard on the leash in his hand, threw his weight sideways, and grabbed a-hold of colored biceps as they flailed past. He followed Brian's momentum, ending up with the both of them in the apparent favorite position of the evening, Matt on top.
"Fuc-MATT!" It would be hard to tell whether Brian's eyelids were lowered in a glower, or lust, considering his cock was standing loud and proud against his heaving stomach.
A chuckle and Matt's teeth were only reply, latching on to Brian's torso with gusto. He traced every contour of the other's body, touching everywhere except for the spots that really needed the attention. Brian reached up to grasp onto his lover, but his hands were immediately grabbed and pressed to the mattress near his head. Matt growled and continued his exploration, grinning at the desperate groans emanating from above his head. He also thoroughly enjoyed, perhaps too much, the strain of the muscles against his hands as Brian fought to touch him, to know that he wanted Matt that much.
But to hold back from Brian was to also hold back from himself, and Matt could not stand not being inside for one more freaking second. He leaned back and let go of the other man, only to yank once more on the leather lead hanging from his tanned neck, pulling him up.
Then Brian was on his knees, and as he tried to breath in, found that air couldn't reach his lungs past the leather pulled taut. He stilled as he also felt Matt's hand on his ass, finally getting to the deed. It was a strange experience; as the oxygen emptied from more of his system, and wasn't replenished, the more Brian's nerve endings sang with each touch from the taller man. As Matt parted his cheeks, he had a second to think ohshi- before he was filled to burst with cock and his entire body was on primal fire. Oxygen was found somewhere as Brian screamed, arching both against the pressure, and wanting so much more.
Matt gave a cry of his own, "Oh! So. Fucking. Tight!" His thrusts began slow, giving Brian time to adjust to they both may enjoy the experience. As the other began thrusting back upon his dick, all bets were off and the pace became more animalistic. Luckily, Matt released some slack on the leash, and Brian could breath, or rather, pant as his prostate was plowed.
Skin became slicked, the air stained with their noises, and time lost meaning. Matt's fingers danced across Brian's hard leaking cock, only a hint of needed friction. Brian growled in response, too strung out to actually form the words required to get a hand-job. Infuriatingly, the front man only chuckled and whispered in his ear, "You don't need that, pup."
But damn, he wanted it. "Please, Matt." Brian clenched around the other's cock in offering.
"Well since you asked so nicely."
And the world fell away. It was just two lovers, a strip of leather, and the paramount pleasure on this plane of existence. Brian didn't last quite as long as he wanted after he got the touch he craved, and Matt's hand was soon coated in thick cream. One grand tug on the leash and Matt too was coming undone.
Taxed muscles no longer held them up, and the two collapsed in a heap, trying to find breaths lost, and grinning exhaustedly.
"Alright, from now on, you're always coming with me to Petsmart."
Pairing: Brian/Matt
Rating: XXXX haha jk, just NC-17 for smex, leashes, and yeah, smex.
Disclaimer: you think i'd be HERE, if i had THIS to watch?
Dedication: to screamsynscream , for the inspiration ^.^ and to jadegates for choosing this for me to write first.
AN: i'm gonna be real egotisical for a second when i say: ladies and gents, grab an extra pair o' undies, you'll need 'em. i haven't been able to write smut for a while, and i'm really glad how this turned out. so enjoy! :D oh, PS: if there are any typos, please let me know. tired wench= failtastic proofreader.
The next time the leash was yanked, he was knocked flat on his ass. A growl tore it's way up his restrained throat, half from pain and frustration, half from some perverse pleasure at being dragged around like a fucking dog by his best friend.
As Matt wrapped the narrow strip of leather multiple times, he straddled Brian's cut hips and grinned down at the other man. "S'matter pup? Loose your balance?" He grabbed a great fistful of coal black hair and smashed their lips together, all teeth and dominance. His free hand dragged across Brian's naked chest, leaving shallow welts in their wake. A shudder rippled through the guitarist's body, his hips bucking against Matt's deliciously. Matt in turn ground down, rough denim against tan skin, the only barrier stopping their raging hard-ons from getting real familiar with each other.
Brian tried to suppress the whine of disappointment as Matt leaned back and got up off his naked body, catching his robbed breath.
This, however, only lasted a moment until the leash was tugged again, with an order of, "Up. C'mon boy, get movin'." He slowly climbed to his feet, choking when the collar around his neck was pulled taut and Matt gave a growl of his own. "On your paws."
Brian had to pause, cause out of the two of them, Matt was definitely more animalistic with that wolfish grin. He huffed, but nevertheless got back down on his hands and knees, and began to follow the singer up to the bedroom.
Matt's hand, so brutal before, reached back and ran through Brian's hair, its owner murmuring, "Good boy." He stepped back as they got to the stairs, waiting for Brian, who looked back with an eyebrow raised. "Yup, crawl up."
Fine, he wanted to watch, Brian'll put on a show. It was kind of in his blood, wasn't it? He made sure his hips and ass swayed in a slow easy rhythm, looking back half way up to make sure that Matt was indeed transfixed. And that he was.
He got to the top of the stairs and turned around, watching Matt with a knowing smirk. Matt rolled his eyes and shot an arm out, catching the other around the neck and forcing him onto his ass yet again.
"Goddamit Matt! Fuck it, not bruise it." It was the first words Brian had said since they started this whole adventure, and to say it threw Matt would be an understatement.
"Uh, sorry." He seemed slightly confused and afraid to become the dominant he was a minute ago but Brian wanted to get fucked.
"C'mon boss, show me what ya got." He snaked his legs around Matt's torso and brought them together once again, grabbing the other behind the head and forcing Matt to collapse on top of him. He bit into a pierced lip and growled playfully. Matt got the hint and attacked back, forgoing Brian's thin lips and finding a tasty spot on his collarbone, tracing his tongue and teeth between that and the finely crafted leather collar adorning Brian's neck. Matt inhaled the drug that was leather, smokes and Brian; it drove him crazy, wanting to devour every inch of the man below him.
His body felt it was on fire, every touch of those talented fingers along his back and into the waistband of his jeans felt like a thousand bolts of electricity, all designed to either kill him, or send him careening off the cliff of carnal sin. Though this was supposed to be about Matt taking charge, he nodded in agreement against Brian's shoulder as the other reached for his fly and allowed his pants to be shucked with ease. As soon as he was naked as the day he was born, Matt hauled up on the strip of material in his hand, wolfish grin back in place as the other was forced to follow. Not that either one was complaining.
Matt didn't bother telling Brian to get back on his knees; first because he just wanted to get his dick inside him, second because he would be back on them soon enough. Only stopping when his own knees hit the bed of their dimly lit bedroom, Matt used momentum in a movement that could be seen in a ninja movie. He tugged hard on the leash in his hand, threw his weight sideways, and grabbed a-hold of colored biceps as they flailed past. He followed Brian's momentum, ending up with the both of them in the apparent favorite position of the evening, Matt on top.
"Fuc-MATT!" It would be hard to tell whether Brian's eyelids were lowered in a glower, or lust, considering his cock was standing loud and proud against his heaving stomach.
A chuckle and Matt's teeth were only reply, latching on to Brian's torso with gusto. He traced every contour of the other's body, touching everywhere except for the spots that really needed the attention. Brian reached up to grasp onto his lover, but his hands were immediately grabbed and pressed to the mattress near his head. Matt growled and continued his exploration, grinning at the desperate groans emanating from above his head. He also thoroughly enjoyed, perhaps too much, the strain of the muscles against his hands as Brian fought to touch him, to know that he wanted Matt that much.
But to hold back from Brian was to also hold back from himself, and Matt could not stand not being inside for one more freaking second. He leaned back and let go of the other man, only to yank once more on the leather lead hanging from his tanned neck, pulling him up.
Then Brian was on his knees, and as he tried to breath in, found that air couldn't reach his lungs past the leather pulled taut. He stilled as he also felt Matt's hand on his ass, finally getting to the deed. It was a strange experience; as the oxygen emptied from more of his system, and wasn't replenished, the more Brian's nerve endings sang with each touch from the taller man. As Matt parted his cheeks, he had a second to think ohshi- before he was filled to burst with cock and his entire body was on primal fire. Oxygen was found somewhere as Brian screamed, arching both against the pressure, and wanting so much more.
Matt gave a cry of his own, "Oh! So. Fucking. Tight!" His thrusts began slow, giving Brian time to adjust to they both may enjoy the experience. As the other began thrusting back upon his dick, all bets were off and the pace became more animalistic. Luckily, Matt released some slack on the leash, and Brian could breath, or rather, pant as his prostate was plowed.
Skin became slicked, the air stained with their noises, and time lost meaning. Matt's fingers danced across Brian's hard leaking cock, only a hint of needed friction. Brian growled in response, too strung out to actually form the words required to get a hand-job. Infuriatingly, the front man only chuckled and whispered in his ear, "You don't need that, pup."
But damn, he wanted it. "Please, Matt." Brian clenched around the other's cock in offering.
"Well since you asked so nicely."
And the world fell away. It was just two lovers, a strip of leather, and the paramount pleasure on this plane of existence. Brian didn't last quite as long as he wanted after he got the touch he craved, and Matt's hand was soon coated in thick cream. One grand tug on the leash and Matt too was coming undone.
Taxed muscles no longer held them up, and the two collapsed in a heap, trying to find breaths lost, and grinning exhaustedly.
"Alright, from now on, you're always coming with me to Petsmart."