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stephanometra) wrote2008-11-19 01:14 am
stephanometra) wrote2008-11-19 01:14 am
Entry tags:
untitled brendon/girlspencer ficlet, nc17
This was never meant to make it over here, but given recent events, it seems prudent to have redundant backups. There might be a lot of posts like this in the next day or so; I'm sure y'all can roll with it.
***
She's too tall for him, really, but they both like it.
However, she often thinks that bunk sex would be so much easier if she were just a little closer to Brendon-sized. And Brendon-flexible, too.
"Goddamn," she moans softly, muffling the sound against her pillow. Brendon is folded in on himself at the bottom of the bunk with one of her thighs over his shoulder. He's going down on her with his usual enthusiasm, but the angle's wrong, and her knee keeps hitting the roof of her bunk. She winces, more at the sound than at the pain. Any minute now, Ryan is going to throw something at them, and seriously, this is not enjoyable enough to be worth Ryan mocking them for being too loud.
"Brendon," Spencer whispers, tangling her fingers in his hair, tugging him away from her cunt. He makes a tiny protesting sound and resists for a second, trying to keep his tongue on her clit--and that's pretty fucking hot, actually, but it doesn't change the fact that this just isn't working for her.
"What's wrong?" Brendon asks, crawling up the narrow mattress to settle his hips against hers, nosing along the curve of her jaw. He's hard against her thigh, the front of his underwear damp and clinging to her skin.
She sighs in frustration. "Stupid bunks weren't built for cunnilingus."
Brendon grins against her neck. "I wasn't complaining," he says. "You want to move to the back, maybe? I think everyone's close enough to asleep that we could get away with it."
"You are hopelessly optimistic," Spencer says. "I don't know, can we just?" She bats at his shoulder until he rolls off of her, settling with his back against the wall. He gives her a quizzical look in the weak light of her lamp before she turns to the side, too, shivering when she presses her back against the warm skin of his chest. She gropes for his hand and presses it between her thighs, and he smiles again against her shoulder.
"Yeah, we can just." He slides his fingertips into her to get them wet and then pulls his hand back a little, stroking her gently until she gasps. "Better?" he asks.
Spencer nods. It is better, Brendon's fingers more careful and precise than his mouth, and the only sound is the shifting of her thigh on the sheets. She rocks her hips a little, grinding against his hand, feeling his dick pressing against the curve of her ass. "Do you want...?" she asks.
And Brendon presses his forehead into the back of her neck, laughing quietly. "Always, always," he says, fumbling to get his y-fronts down without disrupting the easy rhythm of his fingers on her clit. She bends her knee and tucks her leg behind his, biting her lip against the soft sound she can't help making as he lines up and pushes in, circling his hips when he's all the way inside. "Fuck, you feel good."
"Yeah?" Spencer breathes. They have to be quiet, she knows.
"Yeah, shit." His fingers work her a little harder, a little rougher, and he presses his mouth against the back of her neck. "Wanted to make you come with my mouth, but you're so hot inside. Love tasting you, but I think I love feeling you more."
"Jesus, Brendon," she says, clenching around him, breathing hard as she gets close. "Don't stop, don't--fuck, we have to be quiet."
"I am being quiet." Brendon bites down on the muscle where her neck joins her shoulder, moaning softly against her skin. He's rolling his hips slowly against her ass in short, shallow thrusts that rock her against the press of his fingers, trying to push her over the edge. "Don't care if you're not, though. Want you to come."
Spencer reaches up to touch her breast, twisting her nipple between her fingers. "God, I can't--Bren."
"Yeah, go on." His breath is hot in her ear. "You get so wet when you come, so hot. Want to fuck you through it."
"You'll come for me, too," she whispers, breathless. "Get me even wetter."
"Fuck, yes," he says, hushed and shaky, like he's getting close, too, but then he's always loved making it good for her, loved making her shake. "And you said--I know the bunks aren't good for it, but I'd lick you after, if you'd let me, just--"
"Fuck," Spencer cries, hips jerking. Her thighs shake as she comes.
"God, Spence," Brendon says, sounding awed. He keeps rubbing her clit until she shies from his touch, and then he moves his hand to the inside of her thigh, holding her open as he pushes into her harder, faster, pressing his forehead against her shoulder blade as his cock jerks inside her.
"God," she echoes. He was right; she's so wet after she comes, swollen and sated, but she can still feel his come slicking her up even more. Her cunt spasms again, and they both moan.
After his hips still, he draws in a shaky breath and kisses the back of her neck again. "Spence," he whispers, letting go of her thigh and skimming his hand up to the dip of her waist, holding her.
Spencer smiles a little, because it's a little late for that; they both kind of fucked up the whole being quiet thing. "Yeah?" she answers.
"I, um. That thing, the thing I just said?" He rubs his nose over the side of her throat.
Spencer turns her head to look over her shoulder. His lips barely touch the corner of her mouth. "What about it?"
"Would you--can I? I was kind of just talking, but, um. I want to try it."
Spencer thinks about it for a long moment, and then for an answer she shifts on the mattress, rolling onto her back again. She frowns at the loss when Brendon's dick slips out of her, but he's already shimmying down the bed eagerly, his lips skimming her breasts, her stomach. It isn't any easier to spread her legs now than it was a few minutes ago; she pulls one knee up to her chest to give him space.
She expects him to just dive in, but he seems to want to take his time, nosing along the crease of her thigh. He wedges his arm between her thigh and her belly, curling it around so he can gently thumb over her clit, tentatively at first and then a little harder when she makes an encouraging sound. She can feel her pulse there still, but she's come down enough that it feels good to be touched again.
"You smell different now," Brendon says softly. His lips press gently against the edge of her slit, next to his thumb.
"Different how?" Spencer asks.
"Mm. Sharper. Like sweat, and a little like me." He uses his other hand to spread her open and dips his tongue into her cunt, moaning low in his throat when he finally tastes her. "You taste like me, too." He licks into her carefully, slowly, keeping the pressure on her clit steady.
Spencer groans and tosses her head on the pillow. "Fuck, Brendon." She's so wet that she feels filthy, but Brendon's doing his best to clean her up. She can feel herself edging towards coming again, if he'd just give her a little more. "Could you--"
"Yeah," he whispers into her cunt, and slides two fingers into her. He presses up, but she doesn't care about the angle, just moans at the feeling of having something inside, something to hold on to. The tip of his tongue slips in alongside his fingers for a brief second, but then he drags it up to work over her clit instead, a gentle rolling pressure that crests into orgasm so suddenly that she doesn't even make a sound other than a high, breathy gasp.
She can't hold her leg up anymore after that, but it's alright, because Brendon pulls back from her cunt and crawls up the bed to lay on top of her again.
"Deja vu," she murmurs.
"Not quite." He leans into to kiss her, and she can taste both of them on his tongue.
"Yeah." She yawns; keeping her eyes open is suddenly a huge struggle. "I guess bunks are okay for cunnilingus after all."
***
She's too tall for him, really, but they both like it.
However, she often thinks that bunk sex would be so much easier if she were just a little closer to Brendon-sized. And Brendon-flexible, too.
"Goddamn," she moans softly, muffling the sound against her pillow. Brendon is folded in on himself at the bottom of the bunk with one of her thighs over his shoulder. He's going down on her with his usual enthusiasm, but the angle's wrong, and her knee keeps hitting the roof of her bunk. She winces, more at the sound than at the pain. Any minute now, Ryan is going to throw something at them, and seriously, this is not enjoyable enough to be worth Ryan mocking them for being too loud.
"Brendon," Spencer whispers, tangling her fingers in his hair, tugging him away from her cunt. He makes a tiny protesting sound and resists for a second, trying to keep his tongue on her clit--and that's pretty fucking hot, actually, but it doesn't change the fact that this just isn't working for her.
"What's wrong?" Brendon asks, crawling up the narrow mattress to settle his hips against hers, nosing along the curve of her jaw. He's hard against her thigh, the front of his underwear damp and clinging to her skin.
She sighs in frustration. "Stupid bunks weren't built for cunnilingus."
Brendon grins against her neck. "I wasn't complaining," he says. "You want to move to the back, maybe? I think everyone's close enough to asleep that we could get away with it."
"You are hopelessly optimistic," Spencer says. "I don't know, can we just?" She bats at his shoulder until he rolls off of her, settling with his back against the wall. He gives her a quizzical look in the weak light of her lamp before she turns to the side, too, shivering when she presses her back against the warm skin of his chest. She gropes for his hand and presses it between her thighs, and he smiles again against her shoulder.
"Yeah, we can just." He slides his fingertips into her to get them wet and then pulls his hand back a little, stroking her gently until she gasps. "Better?" he asks.
Spencer nods. It is better, Brendon's fingers more careful and precise than his mouth, and the only sound is the shifting of her thigh on the sheets. She rocks her hips a little, grinding against his hand, feeling his dick pressing against the curve of her ass. "Do you want...?" she asks.
And Brendon presses his forehead into the back of her neck, laughing quietly. "Always, always," he says, fumbling to get his y-fronts down without disrupting the easy rhythm of his fingers on her clit. She bends her knee and tucks her leg behind his, biting her lip against the soft sound she can't help making as he lines up and pushes in, circling his hips when he's all the way inside. "Fuck, you feel good."
"Yeah?" Spencer breathes. They have to be quiet, she knows.
"Yeah, shit." His fingers work her a little harder, a little rougher, and he presses his mouth against the back of her neck. "Wanted to make you come with my mouth, but you're so hot inside. Love tasting you, but I think I love feeling you more."
"Jesus, Brendon," she says, clenching around him, breathing hard as she gets close. "Don't stop, don't--fuck, we have to be quiet."
"I am being quiet." Brendon bites down on the muscle where her neck joins her shoulder, moaning softly against her skin. He's rolling his hips slowly against her ass in short, shallow thrusts that rock her against the press of his fingers, trying to push her over the edge. "Don't care if you're not, though. Want you to come."
Spencer reaches up to touch her breast, twisting her nipple between her fingers. "God, I can't--Bren."
"Yeah, go on." His breath is hot in her ear. "You get so wet when you come, so hot. Want to fuck you through it."
"You'll come for me, too," she whispers, breathless. "Get me even wetter."
"Fuck, yes," he says, hushed and shaky, like he's getting close, too, but then he's always loved making it good for her, loved making her shake. "And you said--I know the bunks aren't good for it, but I'd lick you after, if you'd let me, just--"
"Fuck," Spencer cries, hips jerking. Her thighs shake as she comes.
"God, Spence," Brendon says, sounding awed. He keeps rubbing her clit until she shies from his touch, and then he moves his hand to the inside of her thigh, holding her open as he pushes into her harder, faster, pressing his forehead against her shoulder blade as his cock jerks inside her.
"God," she echoes. He was right; she's so wet after she comes, swollen and sated, but she can still feel his come slicking her up even more. Her cunt spasms again, and they both moan.
After his hips still, he draws in a shaky breath and kisses the back of her neck again. "Spence," he whispers, letting go of her thigh and skimming his hand up to the dip of her waist, holding her.
Spencer smiles a little, because it's a little late for that; they both kind of fucked up the whole being quiet thing. "Yeah?" she answers.
"I, um. That thing, the thing I just said?" He rubs his nose over the side of her throat.
Spencer turns her head to look over her shoulder. His lips barely touch the corner of her mouth. "What about it?"
"Would you--can I? I was kind of just talking, but, um. I want to try it."
Spencer thinks about it for a long moment, and then for an answer she shifts on the mattress, rolling onto her back again. She frowns at the loss when Brendon's dick slips out of her, but he's already shimmying down the bed eagerly, his lips skimming her breasts, her stomach. It isn't any easier to spread her legs now than it was a few minutes ago; she pulls one knee up to her chest to give him space.
She expects him to just dive in, but he seems to want to take his time, nosing along the crease of her thigh. He wedges his arm between her thigh and her belly, curling it around so he can gently thumb over her clit, tentatively at first and then a little harder when she makes an encouraging sound. She can feel her pulse there still, but she's come down enough that it feels good to be touched again.
"You smell different now," Brendon says softly. His lips press gently against the edge of her slit, next to his thumb.
"Different how?" Spencer asks.
"Mm. Sharper. Like sweat, and a little like me." He uses his other hand to spread her open and dips his tongue into her cunt, moaning low in his throat when he finally tastes her. "You taste like me, too." He licks into her carefully, slowly, keeping the pressure on her clit steady.
Spencer groans and tosses her head on the pillow. "Fuck, Brendon." She's so wet that she feels filthy, but Brendon's doing his best to clean her up. She can feel herself edging towards coming again, if he'd just give her a little more. "Could you--"
"Yeah," he whispers into her cunt, and slides two fingers into her. He presses up, but she doesn't care about the angle, just moans at the feeling of having something inside, something to hold on to. The tip of his tongue slips in alongside his fingers for a brief second, but then he drags it up to work over her clit instead, a gentle rolling pressure that crests into orgasm so suddenly that she doesn't even make a sound other than a high, breathy gasp.
She can't hold her leg up anymore after that, but it's alright, because Brendon pulls back from her cunt and crawls up the bed to lay on top of her again.
"Deja vu," she murmurs.
"Not quite." He leans into to kiss her, and she can taste both of them on his tongue.
"Yeah." She yawns; keeping her eyes open is suddenly a huge struggle. "I guess bunks are okay for cunnilingus after all."