The first time it was a little weird, Brendon's head tucked into his own shoulder and his eyes closed, his face flushed dark and hot, and Ryan wouldn't have done it if he didn't know for sure that Brendon wanted it, his dick hard and leaking, jutting out between his thighs. "Touch yourself," Ryan had said, his voice raspy and low, but Brendon just shook his head and whispered, please, Ryan, please, and it had sort of freaked him out, how desperate Brendon sounded then, how much he wanted this. It made him feel less ridiculous, standing in the shower with his dick between his fingers and his bladder full, Brendon on his knees, waiting.
It's easier now, less tense, Brendon whispering in his ear tonight, okay?, laughing, leering at him throughout the day and pressing bottle after bottle of water into his hands. Ryan hadn't even known he'd be into this, was only going to do it the once, but now it's the sexiest fucking thing he's ever done, Brendon arching into the hot stream of Ryan's piss, his eyelashes fluttering, his lips half
( ... )
This isn't a kink of mine, but you did such a good job writing it that I enjoyed this anyway!
After, Brendon will let Ryan soap him up, will press against him under the hot spray, his dick sliding in the groove of Ryan's hip until he comes, until they both do. This line! Or, well, that whole paragraph.
and this: Brendon nuzzles into Ryan's hip, warm words on his skin, Can I? Please? and Ryan nods, one hand on the back of Brendon's neck, careful not to squueze when Brendon sucks Ryan's dick into his mouth, hot and wet and Ryan's dick is soft, full, and it feels so good, hardening along the length of Brendon's tongue.
AND BASICALLY THE PART WHERE BRENDON'S ON HIS KNEES FOR ALMOST THE WHOLE STORY.
This isn't a kink of mine, but you did such a good job writing it that I enjoyed this anyway!
oh, what a lovely thing to say, thank you!
i wasn't sure which way the requester wanted it, but i figured brendon on his knees is never a bad thing, so i went with ryan standing. *g* anyway, i'm really happy it worked for you!
wow. like, really. i totally read a watersports fic awhile back and i WAS NOT INTO IT, like whoa. and i thought that that was it for me. watersports = not cool. but then i read *this*. and wow. i really, really liked it. it was HOT. god. props, and hugs, and cookies to you. you really deserved it.
SO I TOTALLY LOSE AT LIFE. JUST SO YOU KNOW. IGNORE MY PREVIKOUS ATTEMPTS. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT THIS ONE IS BETTER/RIGHT/NOT-AS-SUCKY. ----------------------------------
Butcher is absent while Siska sits (lays?) for his "Santi" tattoo, still messing around with Travis and Disashi after their show, and he laughs a whole fuckin' lot when Mike sent him a picture of Sisky's ass, the black ink still puffy and lined in a cushion of resilient pink and red. He doesn't really think about it much past fuck yeah, man, new ink on the kid! I should goad him for a second tattoo, flashing Trav the image on his phone before slapping it shut and pounding out a beat on the bar table in front of them, laughing along with everyone else but not having heard the joke
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Butcher pulls his head away from Siska's ass, and Adam mews sadly, pushing back. "I...I wanna fuck you," Butcher says aloud, almost like a question to them both.
"Then quit fuckin' talking already," Sisky says into his forearm, closing his eyes as he leans forward, knees protesting with a scrap against the table, but he really, really couldn't care less.
Butcher slides his hands up to pinch at Siska's thin sides, holding him in place while he lines up carefully with his ass. Sisky's vertebrae crack a little as he arches into the burn, the pain that something's going where it shouldn't. "You okay?" Butcher asks, leaning forward and pressing his flushed cheek onto Adam's back, rubbing his sides in a comforting circular motion.
"Yeah, yeah, go," Sisky grunts, leaning into Butcher's cock so that he slips in further, his stomach tightening even more to the point that if it had been any other situation, it would have made him sick
( ... )
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It's easier now, less tense, Brendon whispering in his ear tonight, okay?, laughing, leering at him throughout the day and pressing bottle after bottle of water into his hands. Ryan hadn't even known he'd be into this, was only going to do it the once, but now it's the sexiest fucking thing he's ever done, Brendon arching into the hot stream of Ryan's piss, his eyelashes fluttering, his lips half ( ... )
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After, Brendon will let Ryan soap him up, will press against him under the hot spray, his dick sliding in the groove of Ryan's hip until he comes, until they both do. This line! Or, well, that whole paragraph.
and this:
Brendon nuzzles into Ryan's hip, warm words on his skin, Can I? Please? and Ryan nods, one hand on the back of Brendon's neck, careful not to squueze when Brendon sucks Ryan's dick into his mouth, hot and wet and Ryan's dick is soft, full, and it feels so good, hardening along the length of Brendon's tongue.
AND BASICALLY THE PART WHERE BRENDON'S ON HIS KNEES FOR ALMOST THE WHOLE STORY.
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Thanks for tackling this prompt! <3
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oh, what a lovely thing to say, thank you!
i wasn't sure which way the requester wanted it, but i figured brendon on his knees is never a bad thing, so i went with ryan standing. *g* anyway, i'm really happy it worked for you!
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like, really.
i totally read a watersports fic awhile back and i WAS NOT INTO IT, like whoa. and i thought that that was it for me. watersports = not cool.
but then i read *this*. and wow. i really, really liked it. it was HOT. god.
props, and hugs, and cookies to you. you really deserved it.
-chizabella
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Butcher is absent while Siska sits (lays?) for his "Santi" tattoo, still messing around with Travis and Disashi after their show, and he laughs a whole fuckin' lot when Mike sent him a picture of Sisky's ass, the black ink still puffy and lined in a cushion of resilient pink and red. He doesn't really think about it much past fuck yeah, man, new ink on the kid! I should goad him for a second tattoo, flashing Trav the image on his phone before slapping it shut and pounding out a beat on the bar table in front of them, laughing along with everyone else but not having heard the joke ( ... )
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"Then quit fuckin' talking already," Sisky says into his forearm, closing his eyes as he leans forward, knees protesting with a scrap against the table, but he really, really couldn't care less.
Butcher slides his hands up to pinch at Siska's thin sides, holding him in place while he lines up carefully with his ass. Sisky's vertebrae crack a little as he arches into the burn, the pain that something's going where it shouldn't. "You okay?" Butcher asks, leaning forward and pressing his flushed cheek onto Adam's back, rubbing his sides in a comforting circular motion.
"Yeah, yeah, go," Sisky grunts, leaning into Butcher's cock so that he slips in further, his stomach tightening even more to the point that if it had been any other situation, it would have made him sick ( ... )
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