untitled ryan/brendon ficlet, nc17
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stephanometraAnd, uh, there's a buttplug. :D?
***
"Almost," Ryan murmurs against Brendon's thigh, the sound of it sticky and hot on Brendon's slick skin. He pushes the plug in a little further, twisting his wrist, pulling back just as he reaches the widest part.
Brendon moans and cants up his hips, wanting it. "Such a fucking tease," he says. He spreads his thighs a little wider, knees touching his shoulders, so open and ready for it, and all Ryan wants to do is play with the stupid thing, instead of doing the decent thing and just letting Brendon have the plug--or better yet, pulling it out entirely and giving Brendon his cock instead. But Brendon really isn't picky at this point.
"Shut up, it's--" Ryan breaks off, watches the way Brendon arches his back when Ryan slides the toy forward again, looks down at where Brendon's ass is stretched around the widest part of the flare. "God, this is amazing, you should see."
Brendon can see. Kind of. It's really, really not that fucking exciting. "I don't even know why we're doing this," he complains.
"Because you're a greedy little fuck, that's why," Ryan says patiently. He gives the plug another tiny push forward, and then it's past the widest part, seated fully in Brendon's ass.
Shifting a little, Brendon clenches experimentally around the base, and fuck, that's nice, the plug pressing gently against his prostate, stretching him open in an unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant way. "Oh, God," he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut as he reaches down to curl his hand around his cock. "I take it back, we're doing this forever and ever. Anytime you want, ever."
Smirking, Ryan says, "I told you that you'd like it, didn't I?"
"I will never doubt you again, Ross. Never."
Ryan taps his fingertips against the base of the plug, self-satisfied, and then pulls Brendon's hand away from his cock. "Good," he says, "because i'm not done with you yet."
Brendon makes a dissatisfied noise and reaches for his dick again, but Ryan just tightens his grip on Brendon's wrist, and he grabs Brendon's other hand before Brendon even gets a chance to go for it. Stupid Ryan and his knowing Brendon way too Goddamned well. "Ryan," he whines.
"I did not buy that thing so that I could watch you jerk off," Ryan says. He presses Brendon's wrists into the mattress and shimmies up the bed without letting go, leaning in to kiss away Brendon's pout.
"But you like watching me jerk off," Brendon reasons.
Ryan drops his hips against Brendon's teasingly. "Maybe later," he says.
Brendon arches into the sweet, blessed friction of Ryan's cock sliding against his, and then makes a surprised noise when Ryan lets go of his wrists and twists around, tugging on Brendon's shoulder until he's rolled them over. "Oh," Brendon says again, because the change in position feels fucking awesome. "Fuck, Ryan."
"Well, yeah," Ryan says. "Sometime this year would be nice." He hitches one of his thighs around Brendon's waist, catches Brendon's hand again and guides it down to touch his rim, gasping a little when Brendon slides a finger inside, testing. Ryan's slick, open, ready for it.
"Best idea ever," Brendon says fervently, and scrambles for a condom, even managing to get it on without coming all over himself at the mere thought of fucking Ryan while the plug is stretching his own ass wide.
Ryan must have gotten really worked up while he was giving Brendon the toy, because it isn't long before he chokes out a low moan and comes, painting his belly with come. Brendon can taste it on the back of his tongue, and his thrusts get a little jerky and uncoordinated as he gets close himself, because this is just too much. Nobody could possibly expect him to hold on for long after that, not with the plug filling him up just right and Ryan shaking with aftershocks under him, tightening rhythmically around Brendon's cock and raising up on his elbows so he can kiss Brendon messy and deep.
Brendon moans Ryan's name, on the edge, and then trails off into a groan of frustration when Ryan's hand clamps down on his hip, holding him still. "Jesus," he whimpers, feeling the muscles in his ass jumping, still sending little shocks of pleasure through him as he clenches around the plug. "God, Ryan, let me come."
"Yeah, yeah, just--" Ryan stretches a little, reaching around so he can dip his fingers into Brendon's crease to touch the base of the plug again. He fiddles with it for a second, and then--
"Holy fuck," Brendon swears, shuddering as the vibrator switches on.
Ryan lies back on the bed, legs still wrapped around Brendon's waist, grinning and obviously pleased with himself.
When Brendon comes it seems to last forever, Ryan tight around him and warm under him and looking up with laughing eyes as Brendon shakes with the relentless pleasure of the toy inside him. He pulls out too fast when it gets to be too much, when the pleasure starts to edge into pain, but Ryan kisses him before he can apologize, pushing Brendon onto his back and reaching down to switch the vibrator off, angling the plug away from Brendon's prostate until Brendon's breathing goes back to normal.
His skin is still humming, but he feels wrung out, exhausted. Coming that hard takes a lot out of a person.
Ryan pushes Brendon's hair back from his face with the hand that isn't casually, possessively resting between Brendon's legs. "Hey," he says, sounding almost worried, like he might have broken Brendon with sex.
Brendon smiles reassuringly at him, blinking sleepily. "Dude," he says. "You have got to try that."
***
"Almost," Ryan murmurs against Brendon's thigh, the sound of it sticky and hot on Brendon's slick skin. He pushes the plug in a little further, twisting his wrist, pulling back just as he reaches the widest part.
Brendon moans and cants up his hips, wanting it. "Such a fucking tease," he says. He spreads his thighs a little wider, knees touching his shoulders, so open and ready for it, and all Ryan wants to do is play with the stupid thing, instead of doing the decent thing and just letting Brendon have the plug--or better yet, pulling it out entirely and giving Brendon his cock instead. But Brendon really isn't picky at this point.
"Shut up, it's--" Ryan breaks off, watches the way Brendon arches his back when Ryan slides the toy forward again, looks down at where Brendon's ass is stretched around the widest part of the flare. "God, this is amazing, you should see."
Brendon can see. Kind of. It's really, really not that fucking exciting. "I don't even know why we're doing this," he complains.
"Because you're a greedy little fuck, that's why," Ryan says patiently. He gives the plug another tiny push forward, and then it's past the widest part, seated fully in Brendon's ass.
Shifting a little, Brendon clenches experimentally around the base, and fuck, that's nice, the plug pressing gently against his prostate, stretching him open in an unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant way. "Oh, God," he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut as he reaches down to curl his hand around his cock. "I take it back, we're doing this forever and ever. Anytime you want, ever."
Smirking, Ryan says, "I told you that you'd like it, didn't I?"
"I will never doubt you again, Ross. Never."
Ryan taps his fingertips against the base of the plug, self-satisfied, and then pulls Brendon's hand away from his cock. "Good," he says, "because i'm not done with you yet."
Brendon makes a dissatisfied noise and reaches for his dick again, but Ryan just tightens his grip on Brendon's wrist, and he grabs Brendon's other hand before Brendon even gets a chance to go for it. Stupid Ryan and his knowing Brendon way too Goddamned well. "Ryan," he whines.
"I did not buy that thing so that I could watch you jerk off," Ryan says. He presses Brendon's wrists into the mattress and shimmies up the bed without letting go, leaning in to kiss away Brendon's pout.
"But you like watching me jerk off," Brendon reasons.
Ryan drops his hips against Brendon's teasingly. "Maybe later," he says.
Brendon arches into the sweet, blessed friction of Ryan's cock sliding against his, and then makes a surprised noise when Ryan lets go of his wrists and twists around, tugging on Brendon's shoulder until he's rolled them over. "Oh," Brendon says again, because the change in position feels fucking awesome. "Fuck, Ryan."
"Well, yeah," Ryan says. "Sometime this year would be nice." He hitches one of his thighs around Brendon's waist, catches Brendon's hand again and guides it down to touch his rim, gasping a little when Brendon slides a finger inside, testing. Ryan's slick, open, ready for it.
"Best idea ever," Brendon says fervently, and scrambles for a condom, even managing to get it on without coming all over himself at the mere thought of fucking Ryan while the plug is stretching his own ass wide.
Ryan must have gotten really worked up while he was giving Brendon the toy, because it isn't long before he chokes out a low moan and comes, painting his belly with come. Brendon can taste it on the back of his tongue, and his thrusts get a little jerky and uncoordinated as he gets close himself, because this is just too much. Nobody could possibly expect him to hold on for long after that, not with the plug filling him up just right and Ryan shaking with aftershocks under him, tightening rhythmically around Brendon's cock and raising up on his elbows so he can kiss Brendon messy and deep.
Brendon moans Ryan's name, on the edge, and then trails off into a groan of frustration when Ryan's hand clamps down on his hip, holding him still. "Jesus," he whimpers, feeling the muscles in his ass jumping, still sending little shocks of pleasure through him as he clenches around the plug. "God, Ryan, let me come."
"Yeah, yeah, just--" Ryan stretches a little, reaching around so he can dip his fingers into Brendon's crease to touch the base of the plug again. He fiddles with it for a second, and then--
"Holy fuck," Brendon swears, shuddering as the vibrator switches on.
Ryan lies back on the bed, legs still wrapped around Brendon's waist, grinning and obviously pleased with himself.
When Brendon comes it seems to last forever, Ryan tight around him and warm under him and looking up with laughing eyes as Brendon shakes with the relentless pleasure of the toy inside him. He pulls out too fast when it gets to be too much, when the pleasure starts to edge into pain, but Ryan kisses him before he can apologize, pushing Brendon onto his back and reaching down to switch the vibrator off, angling the plug away from Brendon's prostate until Brendon's breathing goes back to normal.
His skin is still humming, but he feels wrung out, exhausted. Coming that hard takes a lot out of a person.
Ryan pushes Brendon's hair back from his face with the hand that isn't casually, possessively resting between Brendon's legs. "Hey," he says, sounding almost worried, like he might have broken Brendon with sex.
Brendon smiles reassuringly at him, blinking sleepily. "Dude," he says. "You have got to try that."
