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fifteendozentimes) wrote2011-07-03 05:11 pm
fifteendozentimes) wrote2011-07-03 05:11 pm
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Sexy Strat Man: An Ian Crawford Free-For-All Fic Fest
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Ian/Brendon
Breathplay
Sharp - Ian/Brendon; breathplay (NC-17 obvs)
Brendon says it as a plea, at first, one that Ian feels all the way at the base of his spine. It's a hot urge, one that makes his fingers flex and Brendon shudders, hard, even as Ian rocks down into Brendon's lap. Brendon's laid out on the bed, stretched out and shirtless, skin flushed and pants unbuttoned. Ian's shirt is somewhere halfway off of the bed and on, buried under the two of them.
Straddling Brendon always brings some weird thrill to the back of Ian's throat, making him rock against Brendon. His fingers around Brendon's throat, however, is a new one.
Ian's not even sure how it ended up there, but Brendon's breathing is heavier now, deeper, like he's preparing for Ian to squeeze (and fuck, doesn't that just make something hot and heavy rear in the pit of his stomach). They watch each other, Ian's thumb sliding over Brendon's Adam's apple lazily and he can feel Brendon swallow. Their jeans make a scraping noise as Ian shifts.
"Do it," Brendon says again, this time sound more sure, more demanding and Ian blinks, swiping his thumb against his throat, just enough to press lightly. Brendon makes a noise, eyes widening for a moment and even that's enough to make Ian groan.
"You sure?" Ian asks, voice calmer than he feels as Brendon nods. He licks his lips and Ian leans down to kiss him, hot and dirty. He bites at Brendon's lips just like Brendon likes to feel him arch against Ian. Ian moans into the kiss and presses his finger into Brendon's throat.
Brendon makes a sharp whine, making Ian pull back quickly, watching him. Under him, sweat beading on his forehead, Brendon's gone still. He's gone even more still than when he sleeps (in which Brendon still kicks and still talks and sometimes even hums), and there's a part of Ian that feels possessive and sharp.
Pressing his thumb in, Brendon makes the same noise, shuddering hard even as he goes pliant.
"Tell me you're sure," Ian says, surprised at how Brendon shivers and swallows hard. His eyes are closed and Ian thinks about telling him to open his eyes right as they slide open.
"I'm sure," Brendon says and Ian presses his fingers in on Brendon's throat, easy and tentative as Brendon slowly leans his head back. Ian squeezes, just once, as Brendon's hand reaches out and clutches to the fabric of Ian's unzipped jeans.
He looks up at Ian, eyes dark and calm, trusting, and Ian has to make himself breathe carefully. He's turned on, more than he would have ever expected, watching Brendon go pliant and easy beneath him.
Ian exhales carefully and squeezes, feeling Brendon's entire body jerk for just a moment before Ian lets go, too quickly, judging from the disappointed expression on Brendon's face.
"Are you freaking out?" Brendon asks as Ian touches his chest, running his nails along the skin lightly just to see goosebumps pop up.
"Kind of," Ian says slowly, "I don't know what you want me to do other than, y'know," he says helplessly.
"Other than choke me?" Brendon says, cheerful and normal as ever, even though his hand's still curled in Ian's jeans and his eyes are still dark.
"Other than that, asshole," Ian says, laughing a little. Brendon murmurs something that Ian loses in the moment when Brendon shifts them (just enough so that Ian's off-balance) and kisses Ian hotly. They stay like that, Brendon halfway to sitting up and Ian hunched over as they kiss. Brendon bites at his lip, hard and sharp and it makes Ian shudder, shifting onto the bed properly as Brendon fits their hips together.
Brendon pulls back, leaning to graze his lips against Ian's earlobe, making him gasp as Brendon starts to talk.
"I want you to choke me while I jerk off. I think about that all the fucking time, dude. I want to feel your hand on my throat while I jerk myself off and you watch," he says as Ian moans, closing his eyes and rocking into Brendon. Their dicks grind together, sending bright and sharp sparks along Ian's spine as he groans.
Brendon grinds against him as he bites at Ian's neck, making Ian shudder hard. Heat's building in his stomach, faster and faster as Brendon licks and sucks along his shoulder. Ian's making noise in the back of his throat, noise that turns into a sharp moan when Brendon bites hard.
Ian comes with his eyes shut so tightly that his eyes actually hurt for a moment as he shudders through it. When he opens his eyes, the room's blurry and he's breathing like he just fucking ran a marathon and Brendon's lips are lightly pressing to his neck.
"I was totally planning on blowing you after you choke me, you know," Brendon says as Ian groans, pushing at him lightly as he laughs. Brendon grins and kisses him sloppily, nothing but tongue and it's dirty and Ian works a hand between them.
Brendon moans, pulling back with a grin.
"I want you to watch, though, seriously," Brendon says as Ian fits a hand around his neck lightly, just touching as Brendon drags in a quick breath, like he's surprised.
"How are you gonna tell me when to stop?" Ian asks quickly, thumb poised to press in against Brendon's pulse. It's fluttering again, like Brendon's keyed up, like Brendon after a show, and Ian swallows hard. Everything in him, still hazy from his orgasm, and tense from wanting to fucking choke Brendon is at attention.
"I'll pinch you," Brendon says just as quickly, like Ian's going to punish him for not answering fast enough.
"Okay," Ian says, leaning to push Brendon back against the pillows. Brendon's watching him with a slow grin and wide eyes as Ian returns the grin, pressing his thumb in slowly.
"Okay," Ian repeats, softly as Brendon closes his eyes, shivering even as he goes pliant and it's the best thing Ian's ever seen. A noise slips out as Ian tightens his hand, careful and slow. Brendon's entire body's vibrating as Ian clears his throat.
Brendon opens his eyes and Ian almost hisses at the wide eyes and blown pupils.
"Jerk yourself off," Ian says, roughly, feeling Brendon shudder as he pulls his dick out. Ian tightens his fingers, just enough that Brendon's hips buck, dick flushed and leaking and Ian groans at the sight. He loosens his fingers for a moment, long enough for Brendon to get a quick breath before he squeezes harder this time.
It doesn't take long for Brendon to come, and Ian wants to watch him come, wants to watch come streaking Brendon's chest and hand. Instead, he finds himself watching Brendon's face, watching his eyes slam shut and his mouth open in a soundless moan. Ian feels a stripe of come hit his arm and when he slowly releases his hand, Brendon's shivering.
He's still though, and Ian cleans him up with his discarded shirt before stripping them both out of their pants and underwear. Brendon keeps his eyes closed the entire time before Ian sits down on the bed, feeling possessive and tight as he combs a hand through Brendon's hair.
Brendon opens his eyes, grinning lazily, like he's just woken up and the way the he presses against Ian's side is completely normal. Something in Ian relaxes at that, letting him lean back into the pillows with Brendon.
"Now, that, is what I'm talking about," Brendon says, lazy and smug.
"Oh God, shut up," Ian says, laughing as they settle in bed, Brendon yawning widely as he drifts off. Ian stays away for a little while longer, rubbing his thumb over the pulse point on Brendon's neck before he settles down, grinning to himself.
Re: Sharp - Ian/Brendon; breathplay (NC-17 obvs)
Re: Sharp - Ian/Brendon; breathplay (NC-17 obvs)
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Re: Sharp - Ian/Brendon; breathplay (NC-17 obvs)
Re: Sharp - Ian/Brendon; breathplay (NC-17 obvs)