Oh! Darling
Title: Oh!Darling
Author: ringoisim
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some Sexual Situations.
Summary:What happens when you toss two friends into a mix with a lesbian? Confused and curious feelings towards each other and eventually come out.
Will Mandi help Paul with these feelings to persue John?
Previous Chapters
Mandi threw the bedroom door open, watching John run throughout the flat. He caught sight of her and ran for the bedroom,"Mandi, darlin’.You’ve got to hear what I got to say!"
"Oh, boy. Aren’t I excited.” She replied shutting the door behind her. John smiled broadly and tackled Paul onto the bed."Wow. What are you doin' to Paul?"
"PAUL!" John squealed pushing the boy onto his back and straddling his waist. Paul’s arms shot above his head.
"What the bloody fuck y' doin', John?" Paul yelled, wiggling uncomfortably underneath him.
"We did it, mate.We’re going' back to Hamburg in a couple weeks."
"Jesus fuck, John. Gerroff me, mate!" Paul mumbled watching his friend above him take a deep breath and leer down at him. A wide smile spread across John's lips as he pulled himself off of Paul to stand next to Mandi. He wrapped her into a tight hug as Paul rearranged himself back on the bed, “So go on again, what did ye say before you tackled me?"
"We're goin' to Hamburg again. We’ve gotta 'nother chance, mate.George’s of age and you and Pete are all good. They called Aunt Mimi this morning, reckon she didn't like takin' the news...”
"Of course not, the old tart." Mandi mumbled crossing her arms over her chest. John shot her a glare with a smiling gesture.
"Old bat she is.” John replied then turned back to Paul,"Whaddya say, mate.Y’in?"
Paul chewed on his lip and studied his hands for the longest time. Meanwhile John turned to Mandi,"You in too, luv.Comin’ back with us to Hamburg like last time?"
"I can't."
"What?" Both the men said.
"I can't, lads.I might be gettin' a job in London from me cousin. She gets paid well there, y’know.Besides, Hamburg just wasn't fer me." Mandi replied. John knitted his brows together and stared at Paul, whose eyes were still down casted to his hands. He sighed and nodded.
"Alright then. Paul?"
"I guess so. I do play in the band, y’know."Paul gave a slight chuckle and nod towards him. John smiled lightly as he watched his friends smile broaden like a Cheshire cat. How the paleness of his skin brought out the doe-likeness of his eyes and how the duck-like spiral inched delicately down his forehead.
'God. He’s beautiful.’ John shook his head quickly.
"Mandi's gotta date tonight, John!" Paul said nudging her in the side. She winced and grabbed for her side,"Oh shite.Sorry Mands."
"Way to go Paul." John muttered leaning against the door frame,"So.Who's the lucky gal, Mands?"
"Girl from the pub the other night.” Paul informed with a smile on his lips. John’s brows shot in the air instantly.
"One with the huge tits?"
Mandi nodded and winced as she stood up, “Where ye taken' her?" John asked watching her move towards the dresser.
"Pictures fer a bit. Maybe come back 'ere.” She mumbled tossing a few items out of the drawers. John twisted his lip and looked to Paul who both shared the same looks. They smiled instantly.
"I think we should go to the pictures to, don’t you think Paulie?"
"No." Mandi blurted out, “Go out, just the two of you and have a good time. Get smashed off yer blocks. Don’t follow me to the bloody pictures; it should be just about--the two of you...”
Paul swallowed hard, “Because you guys are goin' back to Hamburg and all. Go on an enjoy yourselves, yeah?"
John smirked,"Alright then."
"Oh and lads." Mandi said before walking out of the room. Paul and John both turned their attention towards her, “Don’t think about coming back 'ere when you're drunk either"
"Right.” Paul mumbled after the door was closed. John looked to Paul with a mischievous look in his eyes, something Paul hasn't ever seen. He instantly smiled.
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"We'reontopoftheeworld. Yes! I’montopoftheeworld!" John slurred as Paul carried them out of the pub. They both lent against each other walking down the street, singing and shouting random phrases. Paul doubled over in laughter to the point he stumbled onto the cement,"Hamburg.Thecityofwhores.Whores, whores...bloody fuckin' whores!"
"John!” Paul laughed as he began rolling in the wet grass, “You’re a bloody whore!"
John paused and stood over Paul, “I like sex, doesn’t make me a whore! It makes me popular! "He slurred and offered his hand to Paul. Paul chuckled and lifted himself off the ground. His knees buckled and he crashed into John's chest, “Watch what yer doin' Macca.Tryin' to pull a quick move on me.."
"In yer dreams, Lennon!"
John smirked as he lit up the dangling cigarette between his lips,"Yeah sure, fucker.You want me dick don't yeah? You want ta toss me off? "
Paul’s cheeks turned a deep crimson,but John didn’t pay any attention,"Oh shut up John.Gimme a drag of that, yeh?"
John took another drag of the smoke and passed it off to Paul. In exchanged he grabbed the bottle out of Paul's hands and took a long drink. John hissed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand,"........I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John...”
John smirked, “HE SAID HE GOT THE MISERY BUT GOT ALOT OF FUN!"
Both the boys erupted into laughter as they stumbled, holding each other to keep up,"Oh goody."
Paul wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to focus on the object or building ahead where John's eyes were fixated, “We’re home!"
"Yes!" Paul screamed as he made a mad dash across the street towards Mandi's flat, but came to a sudden halt, “John wait, mate!" He put a soft hand on John’s chest and went closer so his mouth was close to John's ear. John shivered. Paul giggled, “We’re not supposed to be here drunk 'member..."
"Oh to 'ell with it. Let’s just go in and finish the party!" John said brushing past Paul. He giggled and drunkenly followed John into the building. They stumbled up the stairs quickly, often tripping step by step. Paul laughed at John when he fell on his face and hit the cement. John would curse and shove Paul into the wall, but beware of the bottle dangling in his hands."'Eh Paul, pass me the bottle, yeh?"
"I want a drink of it, hold on.” Paul slurred lifting the bottle to his lips. He licked the residue from his lips and passed it on to John. Paul sighed and lazily looked down the hallway. He left John and made his way towards the flat, pushing the door open, surprisingly to find it open. John pushed past him to stand in the hallway of the flat. He looked back at Paul and studied him, “It’s open?"
"No shite, mate.Get in 'ere!” John mumbled and continued into the flat. Paul closed the door and lent against it. A pool of sweat began to puddle at his brow as the alcohol sunk in. His vision became blurry, the lights were swirling and suddenly there were two John's running at him, “Paul!"
Paul snapped out of it and noticed John beckoning for him through whispers. He stumbled into the living area and noticed John bent at the knee, ear pressed against Mandi's door. He motioned him over with his finger and pressed him closer to the door, “Can you 'ear that?"
Paul licked his lips and concentrated as his mind went a mile per second. John’s smile widened as his eyes fluttered closed, “Can you 'ear that Paulie?"
"What is it?"
John stood up straight, “Come on." He grabbed Paul's hand and darted out the door with Paul mumbling behind him, “Shut up Paul, just watch what I'm doin', kay?'
Paul stumbled against the brick wall outside the building, watching John climb the drainpipe."Yer gonna get bloody killed. You’re too drunk to do that, John."
John ignored him and continued climbing, letting out a grunt now and then. He finally reached the window sill he was looking for and latched on to it, sticking the toes of his shoes in the cracks of the wall, “You should come up 'ere Paul."
"I rather not."
"Yer missin' out...” John's voice faded as he turned his attention back to the window.His eyes lingered about the dimly lit room; surprisingly and thankfully the curtains were pulled open.He watched eagerly as Mandi kissed the blonde fiercely, pushing her down onto the bed once again. Her fingers traveled down the woman's chest, pulling the shirt just above her collar bone.
John moaned.
"Whats goin' on up there, John?" Paul asked. John’s mouth fell open as he watched the sight of Mandi take off her own top and throw it inches away from the window, “John?"
"Jesus fuck, Paul.Mandi has a fuckin' rack." He gasped breathlessly. Paul’s eyes shot opened and he quickly dashed towards the drainpipe.
"John Lennon. You’re watchin' Mandi through the fuckin' window?" He whispered harshly."You're a fuckin' rat bastard."
John moaned once again, feeling his trousers grow tight. He hesitantly rubbed against the stiffness of the wall."Shite." He whispered holding his breath.Mandi left the woman's lips and kissed her way down her neck, past her chest towards the blonds torso, seeping lower. John’s eyes widened and he choked out a groan,"Oh god."
"What?" Paul asked from down below, “C’mon John.Lemme see!"
John peeled himself from the window and climbed down the drainpipe quickly. Paul pushed past him and climbed up, situating himself the same way John had. He lifted his head up, so only his eyes were peering over the ledge into the bedroom. He gasped,"Mandi..."
John groaned beneath him,"Oh fuck."
"Sh." Paul spat watching the two women go at it. Like John, he felt his trousers shrink.
"Paul.C’Mon, get down. Quick!" John said quickly. Paul pulled himself away from the window and climbed down the drainpipe. He leaned next to John, speechless and flustered. John quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the building. He threw open the staircase door, where they both began lodging the stairs quickly."Fuck.I've never seen somethin' like that before. I’m fuckin' hard as a rock, mate"
Paul groaned at the thought, “Me too."
"Hurry!"
Paul took a deep breath and doubled over, “Why we goin' so fast John? What do you plan on doin'? Fuckin’ the shite out of the two of 'em?"
"I bet I could fuck 'em both straight at this point.” John groaned pulling Paul by the arm up the stairs. Paul flinched and pulled away from him as John stumbled on another stair,falling half way up. Paul slid against the wall towards the ground, feeling light headed."Fuck these goddamn stairs. C’mon Paul."
"Gimme a mo', John." Paul mumbled feeling his eyes grow heavy. They began to flutter close as the figure of John moved towards him. He sighed and zoned out completely.
"Macca?" John called as he got on his knees in front of him. He tapped his cheek softly,"Macca.Wake up!”
After a moment of silence and staring down at Paul, John knitted his brows together, “You prick!"
John moved closer to him, knees and all, bent over Paul's small body. He licked his lips repeatedly inching towards Paul’s.
John swallowed down,"Ah, fuck it” He thought and pressed his lips to Paul's. Instantly, Paul’s eyes shot open upon feeling John's lips on his. He struggled against him, but found it no use. John secured his arms on either side of Paul’s, making it useless to move away.
John could feel Paul's gaze on him as he moved his lips along his. He instantly smirked noticing Paul's eyes flutter closed and began moving the rhythm of his lips. John fiercely pressed up against him, forcing his tongue into Paul's mouth and savoring the taste of his mouth. He moaned instantly.
John pulled away from Paul and lingered down his neck towards his collar bone. Paul’s eyes were sealed shut, hands tangled in John's hair, panting lightly feeling John's sweet kisses linger about his exposed skin. John flicked his eyes up towards Paul and noticed the satisfaction itched on his face as he seeped lower down towards Paul’s torso. John fumbled with the buttons of Paul’s dress shirt, dipping his cold hand inside to run along his belly and underneath Paul’s waist band.
"John!” Paul whispered.
His mouth fell opened at the softness of John's lips against his stomach. His tongue drew circles around his belly button, over his trousers; where his fingers slowly undid Paul’s zipper. Paul groaned in anticipation and thrusted his hips towards John. He took his time undoing the zipper and pulled down Paul's pants half way to his knees, revealing his swollen throbber which was molded against his briefs.
John licked his lips and traveled back up to Paul's agonizing face and kissed him hard, causing him to moan. John left his lips and lingered back down towards the one thing that was aching to be touch.
John's vision blurred for a moment as he focused on the white briefs holding in Paul's swollen cock. He shook his head and pushed them down slowly and teasingly,leaving Paul to whimper and moan above him. His eyes flickered up to Paul's once again and noticed him gazing down at him through half shut eyes, “Take it!” He groaned.
John licked his lips and ran his index finger over the length of him, causing a shuddered moan to escape Paul's lips. John held back his laughter and wrapped his lips around Paul, taking in the whole length of him. Paul let out a roaring yelp of pleasure, twitching and falling back onto the wall.
"Oh god."
He began panting heavily with each stroke and lick John would give him. The pleasure eventually built up inside him. His hands gripped the top of John's head and forced him down quicker or he'd thrust upward. Paul’s head fell back against the wall panting, "Oh fuck, oh fuck. John! I’m coming."
John stroked one last time before Paul tensed beneath him and came fiercely in his hand. He swallowed down hard and wiped the pool of sweat from his brow. He’d twitch every moment, until he was fully recovered. John smirked lazily and helped him with his trousers and shirt, not saying a word."John...”
"Sh, luv"John whispered and layed his head down in Paul’s lap. Paul chewed on his lip, but decided against it. He leant against the wall, noticing that John had quickly fallen asleep. He did as well.
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I loathe siblins. Honestly,why do we need them?
To make our lives a living hell?
But honestly,I posted this for you guys. :)!
Author: ringoisim
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some Sexual Situations.
Summary:What happens when you toss two friends into a mix with a lesbian? Confused and curious feelings towards each other and eventually come out.
Will Mandi help Paul with these feelings to persue John?
Previous Chapters
Mandi threw the bedroom door open, watching John run throughout the flat. He caught sight of her and ran for the bedroom,"Mandi, darlin’.You’ve got to hear what I got to say!"
"Oh, boy. Aren’t I excited.” She replied shutting the door behind her. John smiled broadly and tackled Paul onto the bed."Wow. What are you doin' to Paul?"
"PAUL!" John squealed pushing the boy onto his back and straddling his waist. Paul’s arms shot above his head.
"What the bloody fuck y' doin', John?" Paul yelled, wiggling uncomfortably underneath him.
"We did it, mate.We’re going' back to Hamburg in a couple weeks."
"Jesus fuck, John. Gerroff me, mate!" Paul mumbled watching his friend above him take a deep breath and leer down at him. A wide smile spread across John's lips as he pulled himself off of Paul to stand next to Mandi. He wrapped her into a tight hug as Paul rearranged himself back on the bed, “So go on again, what did ye say before you tackled me?"
"We're goin' to Hamburg again. We’ve gotta 'nother chance, mate.George’s of age and you and Pete are all good. They called Aunt Mimi this morning, reckon she didn't like takin' the news...”
"Of course not, the old tart." Mandi mumbled crossing her arms over her chest. John shot her a glare with a smiling gesture.
"Old bat she is.” John replied then turned back to Paul,"Whaddya say, mate.Y’in?"
Paul chewed on his lip and studied his hands for the longest time. Meanwhile John turned to Mandi,"You in too, luv.Comin’ back with us to Hamburg like last time?"
"I can't."
"What?" Both the men said.
"I can't, lads.I might be gettin' a job in London from me cousin. She gets paid well there, y’know.Besides, Hamburg just wasn't fer me." Mandi replied. John knitted his brows together and stared at Paul, whose eyes were still down casted to his hands. He sighed and nodded.
"Alright then. Paul?"
"I guess so. I do play in the band, y’know."Paul gave a slight chuckle and nod towards him. John smiled lightly as he watched his friends smile broaden like a Cheshire cat. How the paleness of his skin brought out the doe-likeness of his eyes and how the duck-like spiral inched delicately down his forehead.
'God. He’s beautiful.’ John shook his head quickly.
"Mandi's gotta date tonight, John!" Paul said nudging her in the side. She winced and grabbed for her side,"Oh shite.Sorry Mands."
"Way to go Paul." John muttered leaning against the door frame,"So.Who's the lucky gal, Mands?"
"Girl from the pub the other night.” Paul informed with a smile on his lips. John’s brows shot in the air instantly.
"One with the huge tits?"
Mandi nodded and winced as she stood up, “Where ye taken' her?" John asked watching her move towards the dresser.
"Pictures fer a bit. Maybe come back 'ere.” She mumbled tossing a few items out of the drawers. John twisted his lip and looked to Paul who both shared the same looks. They smiled instantly.
"I think we should go to the pictures to, don’t you think Paulie?"
"No." Mandi blurted out, “Go out, just the two of you and have a good time. Get smashed off yer blocks. Don’t follow me to the bloody pictures; it should be just about--the two of you...”
Paul swallowed hard, “Because you guys are goin' back to Hamburg and all. Go on an enjoy yourselves, yeah?"
John smirked,"Alright then."
"Oh and lads." Mandi said before walking out of the room. Paul and John both turned their attention towards her, “Don’t think about coming back 'ere when you're drunk either"
"Right.” Paul mumbled after the door was closed. John looked to Paul with a mischievous look in his eyes, something Paul hasn't ever seen. He instantly smiled.
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"We'reontopoftheeworld. Yes! I’montopoftheeworld!" John slurred as Paul carried them out of the pub. They both lent against each other walking down the street, singing and shouting random phrases. Paul doubled over in laughter to the point he stumbled onto the cement,"Hamburg.Thecityofwhores.Whores, whores...bloody fuckin' whores!"
"John!” Paul laughed as he began rolling in the wet grass, “You’re a bloody whore!"
John paused and stood over Paul, “I like sex, doesn’t make me a whore! It makes me popular! "He slurred and offered his hand to Paul. Paul chuckled and lifted himself off the ground. His knees buckled and he crashed into John's chest, “Watch what yer doin' Macca.Tryin' to pull a quick move on me.."
"In yer dreams, Lennon!"
John smirked as he lit up the dangling cigarette between his lips,"Yeah sure, fucker.You want me dick don't yeah? You want ta toss me off? "
Paul’s cheeks turned a deep crimson,but John didn’t pay any attention,"Oh shut up John.Gimme a drag of that, yeh?"
John took another drag of the smoke and passed it off to Paul. In exchanged he grabbed the bottle out of Paul's hands and took a long drink. John hissed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand,"........I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John...”
John smirked, “HE SAID HE GOT THE MISERY BUT GOT ALOT OF FUN!"
Both the boys erupted into laughter as they stumbled, holding each other to keep up,"Oh goody."
Paul wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to focus on the object or building ahead where John's eyes were fixated, “We’re home!"
"Yes!" Paul screamed as he made a mad dash across the street towards Mandi's flat, but came to a sudden halt, “John wait, mate!" He put a soft hand on John’s chest and went closer so his mouth was close to John's ear. John shivered. Paul giggled, “We’re not supposed to be here drunk 'member..."
"Oh to 'ell with it. Let’s just go in and finish the party!" John said brushing past Paul. He giggled and drunkenly followed John into the building. They stumbled up the stairs quickly, often tripping step by step. Paul laughed at John when he fell on his face and hit the cement. John would curse and shove Paul into the wall, but beware of the bottle dangling in his hands."'Eh Paul, pass me the bottle, yeh?"
"I want a drink of it, hold on.” Paul slurred lifting the bottle to his lips. He licked the residue from his lips and passed it on to John. Paul sighed and lazily looked down the hallway. He left John and made his way towards the flat, pushing the door open, surprisingly to find it open. John pushed past him to stand in the hallway of the flat. He looked back at Paul and studied him, “It’s open?"
"No shite, mate.Get in 'ere!” John mumbled and continued into the flat. Paul closed the door and lent against it. A pool of sweat began to puddle at his brow as the alcohol sunk in. His vision became blurry, the lights were swirling and suddenly there were two John's running at him, “Paul!"
Paul snapped out of it and noticed John beckoning for him through whispers. He stumbled into the living area and noticed John bent at the knee, ear pressed against Mandi's door. He motioned him over with his finger and pressed him closer to the door, “Can you 'ear that?"
Paul licked his lips and concentrated as his mind went a mile per second. John’s smile widened as his eyes fluttered closed, “Can you 'ear that Paulie?"
"What is it?"
John stood up straight, “Come on." He grabbed Paul's hand and darted out the door with Paul mumbling behind him, “Shut up Paul, just watch what I'm doin', kay?'
Paul stumbled against the brick wall outside the building, watching John climb the drainpipe."Yer gonna get bloody killed. You’re too drunk to do that, John."
John ignored him and continued climbing, letting out a grunt now and then. He finally reached the window sill he was looking for and latched on to it, sticking the toes of his shoes in the cracks of the wall, “You should come up 'ere Paul."
"I rather not."
"Yer missin' out...” John's voice faded as he turned his attention back to the window.His eyes lingered about the dimly lit room; surprisingly and thankfully the curtains were pulled open.He watched eagerly as Mandi kissed the blonde fiercely, pushing her down onto the bed once again. Her fingers traveled down the woman's chest, pulling the shirt just above her collar bone.
John moaned.
"Whats goin' on up there, John?" Paul asked. John’s mouth fell open as he watched the sight of Mandi take off her own top and throw it inches away from the window, “John?"
"Jesus fuck, Paul.Mandi has a fuckin' rack." He gasped breathlessly. Paul’s eyes shot opened and he quickly dashed towards the drainpipe.
"John Lennon. You’re watchin' Mandi through the fuckin' window?" He whispered harshly."You're a fuckin' rat bastard."
John moaned once again, feeling his trousers grow tight. He hesitantly rubbed against the stiffness of the wall."Shite." He whispered holding his breath.Mandi left the woman's lips and kissed her way down her neck, past her chest towards the blonds torso, seeping lower. John’s eyes widened and he choked out a groan,"Oh god."
"What?" Paul asked from down below, “C’mon John.Lemme see!"
John peeled himself from the window and climbed down the drainpipe quickly. Paul pushed past him and climbed up, situating himself the same way John had. He lifted his head up, so only his eyes were peering over the ledge into the bedroom. He gasped,"Mandi..."
John groaned beneath him,"Oh fuck."
"Sh." Paul spat watching the two women go at it. Like John, he felt his trousers shrink.
"Paul.C’Mon, get down. Quick!" John said quickly. Paul pulled himself away from the window and climbed down the drainpipe. He leaned next to John, speechless and flustered. John quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the building. He threw open the staircase door, where they both began lodging the stairs quickly."Fuck.I've never seen somethin' like that before. I’m fuckin' hard as a rock, mate"
Paul groaned at the thought, “Me too."
"Hurry!"
Paul took a deep breath and doubled over, “Why we goin' so fast John? What do you plan on doin'? Fuckin’ the shite out of the two of 'em?"
"I bet I could fuck 'em both straight at this point.” John groaned pulling Paul by the arm up the stairs. Paul flinched and pulled away from him as John stumbled on another stair,falling half way up. Paul slid against the wall towards the ground, feeling light headed."Fuck these goddamn stairs. C’mon Paul."
"Gimme a mo', John." Paul mumbled feeling his eyes grow heavy. They began to flutter close as the figure of John moved towards him. He sighed and zoned out completely.
"Macca?" John called as he got on his knees in front of him. He tapped his cheek softly,"Macca.Wake up!”
After a moment of silence and staring down at Paul, John knitted his brows together, “You prick!"
John moved closer to him, knees and all, bent over Paul's small body. He licked his lips repeatedly inching towards Paul’s.
John swallowed down,"Ah, fuck it” He thought and pressed his lips to Paul's. Instantly, Paul’s eyes shot open upon feeling John's lips on his. He struggled against him, but found it no use. John secured his arms on either side of Paul’s, making it useless to move away.
John could feel Paul's gaze on him as he moved his lips along his. He instantly smirked noticing Paul's eyes flutter closed and began moving the rhythm of his lips. John fiercely pressed up against him, forcing his tongue into Paul's mouth and savoring the taste of his mouth. He moaned instantly.
John pulled away from Paul and lingered down his neck towards his collar bone. Paul’s eyes were sealed shut, hands tangled in John's hair, panting lightly feeling John's sweet kisses linger about his exposed skin. John flicked his eyes up towards Paul and noticed the satisfaction itched on his face as he seeped lower down towards Paul’s torso. John fumbled with the buttons of Paul’s dress shirt, dipping his cold hand inside to run along his belly and underneath Paul’s waist band.
"John!” Paul whispered.
His mouth fell opened at the softness of John's lips against his stomach. His tongue drew circles around his belly button, over his trousers; where his fingers slowly undid Paul’s zipper. Paul groaned in anticipation and thrusted his hips towards John. He took his time undoing the zipper and pulled down Paul's pants half way to his knees, revealing his swollen throbber which was molded against his briefs.
John licked his lips and traveled back up to Paul's agonizing face and kissed him hard, causing him to moan. John left his lips and lingered back down towards the one thing that was aching to be touch.
John's vision blurred for a moment as he focused on the white briefs holding in Paul's swollen cock. He shook his head and pushed them down slowly and teasingly,leaving Paul to whimper and moan above him. His eyes flickered up to Paul's once again and noticed him gazing down at him through half shut eyes, “Take it!” He groaned.
John licked his lips and ran his index finger over the length of him, causing a shuddered moan to escape Paul's lips. John held back his laughter and wrapped his lips around Paul, taking in the whole length of him. Paul let out a roaring yelp of pleasure, twitching and falling back onto the wall.
"Oh god."
He began panting heavily with each stroke and lick John would give him. The pleasure eventually built up inside him. His hands gripped the top of John's head and forced him down quicker or he'd thrust upward. Paul’s head fell back against the wall panting, "Oh fuck, oh fuck. John! I’m coming."
John stroked one last time before Paul tensed beneath him and came fiercely in his hand. He swallowed down hard and wiped the pool of sweat from his brow. He’d twitch every moment, until he was fully recovered. John smirked lazily and helped him with his trousers and shirt, not saying a word."John...”
"Sh, luv"John whispered and layed his head down in Paul’s lap. Paul chewed on his lip, but decided against it. He leant against the wall, noticing that John had quickly fallen asleep. He did as well.
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I loathe siblins. Honestly,why do we need them?
To make our lives a living hell?
But honestly,I posted this for you guys. :)!