Untitled (Porn. That's it go home.)
Mar. 19th, 2013 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snooI don't even wanna talk about this. It was stressful and I spent so much time thinking about it it just made me sick, which is stupid because literally all it is is porn. Nothing else. You can tell how sick I was of it by the end, by the cheesetastic blatant cutoff. People seem to like it for whatever reason, unfortunately.
Word Count: 2000
Summary: “Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Jon said. He smiled up at Arin, like he already knew the answer, and scooted up further so that he could stick his face under Arin’s chin.
Arin winced when Jon bit hard into his neck, and Jon laved at the spot with his tongue in apology.
“No, I’m not nervous,” Arin spat, annoyed.
Arin swallowed hard, eyeing the vibrator in Jon’s hand with a small amount of apprehension. He tugged at the shirt wrapped around his wrists and knotted to the headboard, trying to get comfortable.
Jon caught the movement and grinned. He set the thing on the bed and clambered over Arin’s body, stopping over his stomach to drop a few kisses on the soft skin.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Jon said. He smiled up at Arin, like he already knew the answer, and scooted up further so that he could stick his face under Arin’s chin.
Arin winced when Jon bit hard into his neck, and Jon laved at the spot with his tongue in apology.
“No, I’m not nervous,” Arin spat, annoyed.
Arin glanced at the vibrator lying on the bed to his left. It wasn’t that he was being a blushing virgin about it, because he had literally lost count of the number of times Jon’s dick has been up his ass. But—the thing looked nearly twice as thick as Jon. His mouth set into a thin line and then Jon popped up into his field of vision.
Jon smiled lazily at him and stuck their foreheads together. He placed a warm, lingering kiss on Arin’s lips, and Arin felt the knot in his stomach melt away as he let go of the breath he’d been holding unconsciously. Jon’s tongue poked at his lips and Arin opened up to him automatically. Jon hummed happily as he tangled their tongues together, and Arin laughed into his mouth. The fabric around his wrists abruptly reminded him that he couldn’t reach up and stick his fingers in Jon’s fluffy mess of hair, and Arin had to stamp out the desperate urge in his mind.
Jon pulled back just far enough so that they weren’t cross-eyed trying to look at each other. His cheeks were flushed and he had a giddy grin plastered on his face, and Arin knew he probably looked the same.
“Feel better?” Jon asked quietly. He pressed another short kiss onto Arin’s lips, apparently unable to help himself.
Arin rolled his eyes and gave Jon a look that made him bury his face into Arin’s chest and laugh.
“You should probably get on with it now, dude. You know it’s not polite to keep a lady waiting,” Arin said, lacing his voice with sarcasm.
Jon sat back up and his mouth quirked into a dangerous smirk. It made Arin remember that he was completely at Jon’s mercy right now, and his heart sped up.
Jon stared levelly at Arin, and then without saying anything he leaned forward and hoisted Arin’s leg over his shoulder. Arin stammered at the sudden movement as Jon stuck two fingers in his mouth, quickly wetting them. He got right in Arin’s face again, and Arin felt his breath catch in his throat as Jon’s hand wandered over the back of his thigh and down to his ass. Jon didn’t even kiss him—he just watched with a smug look of amusement on his face, like his fingers weren’t currently pressing against Arin’s asshole.
He pushed both of them inside at once, and Arin sucked in a gasp and cursed loudly. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to push down on Jon’s hand or pull away from it, and he groaned as the pained pleasure shot through his body. Jon fingered him relentlessly, and he sucked on Arin’s exposed neck when he threw his head back. He scissored his fingers open and Arin squeezed his eyes shut and hissed Jon’s name.
“Fuck, Arin. You’re still so tight, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jon breathed out next to Arin’s ear.
Arin shook his head and turned it to catch Jon’s mouth up in a kiss. He couldn’t stop the small, frantic noises coming from his throat, and Jon ran his free hand soothingly up and down his side. The pain was already starting to ebb away and Arin writhed on the bed, trying to get Jon’s fingers right there. He let out a choked, desperate moan when Jon twisted his hand and his fingers brushed past it, sending an echo of what Arin was really after through his body. It was like he was scratching all around an itch, and Arin whined in frustration.
“Just put the goddamn vibrator in me, fuck. You’re going to drive me insane,” he said fiercely, gritting his teeth together.
Arin couldn’t see Jon’s face but he heard him chuckling. Jon shoved his fingers in once more, and then abruptly pulled them out. The sudden loss of sensation caused Arin to whimper, and he bit Jon’s shoulder when he heard him laugh again.
Jon pushed himself up and let Arin’s leg fall back down on the bed. He grabbed the vibrator and leaned over; reaching for what Arin assumed was the lube he had tossed to the floor earlier. Arin shut his eyes and felt the bed shift again when Jon righted himself, and then he heard the pop of a cap.
“Hey,” Jon said softly, his voice suddenly very close.
Arin opened his eyes and saw Jon smiling down at him. He smiled back and Jon dipped down to place a light kiss next to his mouth. He ran a hand up Arin’s arms and massaged his fingers into Arin’s sore wrists, bringing back some of the lost feeling.
The gesture made Arin’s heart constrict in his chest and he turned his head into the pillow to hide the stupid grin he knew was on his face.
“You ready?” Jon asked. He brought his hand back down to Arin’s face and brushed the loose strands of hair away.
Arin flashed him an easy smile and nodded. Jon’s eyes searched his expression carefully, scanning for something that would give away a lie, and then he nodded too.
Jon pushed the head of the vibrator in slowly but steadily, the cool lube making the slide much easier than his fingers had been. Arin bit his lip and concentrated on the pressure of Jon’s grip on his hip to ground him. He held his breath and tried to flinch away when it edged on being too much and Jon noticed immediately and stopped to give Arin a break. He looked over Arin’s face with concern in his eyes and brushed a kiss over his lips, whispering an apology. A few long seconds passed and Arin started to feel antsy as he grew accustomed to the burning stretch. He shifted his hips and grunted Jon’s name, and Jon looked at him questioningly, asking Arin if he was okay with his eyes. Arin nodded quickly and squeezed his eyes shut, the twinge of pleasure sparking in his stomach making him anxious for Jon to get on with it.
Jon still hesitated, like he expected Arin to change his mind, but then he squeezed Arin’s hip and pushed the vibrator the rest of the way in. He covered Arin’s mouth with his own, drowning out his loud gasp.
Arin tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a string of incoherent sounds. He felt so fucking full, to the point where it was almost overbearing and he couldn’t even think straight anymore. Jon rocked it a bit inside of him and Arin choked out a curse and moaned, completely beyond caring about the desperate edge to it.
“Arin, fuck,” Jon panted, sounding a little desperate himself. His eyes trailed down over Arin’s body and then back up again, catching Arin’s gaze.
Arin gave him a pleading look, although he wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. He just wanted more.
Slowly, a smirk spread across Jon’s face, and he turned the dial on the base of the vibrator up.
Oh, right.
“Fuck!” Arin shouted.
He threw his head back and moaned, losing any higher brain functions he had left to the barrage of sensation. Jon started a rhythm, pulling it out and rocking it back in, and Arin fucking came apart under him. He wasn’t coming, not yet, but he was shaking and writhing in place against Jon’s grip on his hip. He knew he was pulling way too hard at the bonds around his wrist, and he knew he was making way too much noise, but—
“Fuck, Jon, you have to—you have to—“
He couldn’t finish it; his throat was dry to the point that it hurt, his thighs were clenched, and he really and truly felt like he was probably going to die.
“Fucking hell, Arin,”Jon panted in his ear. “You’re so hot like this.” He slid it in again, deep this time.
“Come on,” he coaxed. His breath was hot on Arin’s skin and he wrapped his other hand around Arin’s cock and rubbed his thumb over the head.
It was way too much all at once, and Arin came so hard he fucking screamed. He groaned loudly and tried to inch away from it, and Jon got the idea and pulled it out.
Arin laid there and stared blankly at the ceiling. He was pretty sure his eyes were open, but all he saw were white bursts.
“Arin, fuck—“
Jon’s voice was rough, shot to hell, and Arin blinked and tried to focus on him. He was hitching his hips up against the leg Arin realized he had pressed into his crotch and panting into the sweaty skin of Arin’s shoulder.
“Shit, Jon—here, let me,” he started, remembering that he didn’t currently have use of his arms and tugging at the fabric with a frown. “Untie me, I—“
Jon cut him off with a ragged moan and he ignored Arin and hastily unbuttoned his pants, getting his hand around his cock.
“Arin—“Jon was grinding against him with his eyes closed and his lip caught between his teeth. “I’m so fucking—” He gasped, and pushed closer. “I fucking need—“
He apparently didn’t need anything other than his hand and the pressure of Arin’s leg against him, though, because a few seconds later he was moaning and setting his teeth into Arin’s shoulder, coming hot and wet onto his thigh.
It was, Arin thought hazily, one of the hottest things he’d seen in a very long time. He only wished he could have been more actively involved.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jon mumbled into his shoulder, slumping down over him.
“Yeah,” Arin agreed, shifting again as he started to feel a cramp in his right shoulder.
Jon looked up at the movement, confused, and then his eyebrows shot up when he saw Arin’s wrists.
“Oh fuck, I forgot!”
Jon untied the knot with shaky fingers, and Arin let out a breath of relief when his arms were freed. He gingerly lowered them again, wincing in pain at the stiffness. Jon smiled apologetically when he caught Arin’s expression, and he smoothed his hands over Arin’s shoulders, working his fingers into the sore muscles.
Arin let his eyes fall closed and he enjoyed the impromptu massage, until Jon stopped and kissed him, deep and earnest. It made Arin’s heart constrict again, and he reveled in his ability to run his fingers in Jon’s wonderful hair this time.
“I love you Jon,” he said with a goofy smile when they broke apart.
Jon grinned wide and pounced on him, wrapping his arms around Arin’s neck and nearly rolling them both off the bed.
He laughed, loud and bright, and said, “I love you too, you shithead.”
Word Count: 2000
Summary: “Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Jon said. He smiled up at Arin, like he already knew the answer, and scooted up further so that he could stick his face under Arin’s chin.
Arin winced when Jon bit hard into his neck, and Jon laved at the spot with his tongue in apology.
“No, I’m not nervous,” Arin spat, annoyed.
Arin swallowed hard, eyeing the vibrator in Jon’s hand with a small amount of apprehension. He tugged at the shirt wrapped around his wrists and knotted to the headboard, trying to get comfortable.
Jon caught the movement and grinned. He set the thing on the bed and clambered over Arin’s body, stopping over his stomach to drop a few kisses on the soft skin.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Jon said. He smiled up at Arin, like he already knew the answer, and scooted up further so that he could stick his face under Arin’s chin.
Arin winced when Jon bit hard into his neck, and Jon laved at the spot with his tongue in apology.
“No, I’m not nervous,” Arin spat, annoyed.
Arin glanced at the vibrator lying on the bed to his left. It wasn’t that he was being a blushing virgin about it, because he had literally lost count of the number of times Jon’s dick has been up his ass. But—the thing looked nearly twice as thick as Jon. His mouth set into a thin line and then Jon popped up into his field of vision.
Jon smiled lazily at him and stuck their foreheads together. He placed a warm, lingering kiss on Arin’s lips, and Arin felt the knot in his stomach melt away as he let go of the breath he’d been holding unconsciously. Jon’s tongue poked at his lips and Arin opened up to him automatically. Jon hummed happily as he tangled their tongues together, and Arin laughed into his mouth. The fabric around his wrists abruptly reminded him that he couldn’t reach up and stick his fingers in Jon’s fluffy mess of hair, and Arin had to stamp out the desperate urge in his mind.
Jon pulled back just far enough so that they weren’t cross-eyed trying to look at each other. His cheeks were flushed and he had a giddy grin plastered on his face, and Arin knew he probably looked the same.
“Feel better?” Jon asked quietly. He pressed another short kiss onto Arin’s lips, apparently unable to help himself.
Arin rolled his eyes and gave Jon a look that made him bury his face into Arin’s chest and laugh.
“You should probably get on with it now, dude. You know it’s not polite to keep a lady waiting,” Arin said, lacing his voice with sarcasm.
Jon sat back up and his mouth quirked into a dangerous smirk. It made Arin remember that he was completely at Jon’s mercy right now, and his heart sped up.
Jon stared levelly at Arin, and then without saying anything he leaned forward and hoisted Arin’s leg over his shoulder. Arin stammered at the sudden movement as Jon stuck two fingers in his mouth, quickly wetting them. He got right in Arin’s face again, and Arin felt his breath catch in his throat as Jon’s hand wandered over the back of his thigh and down to his ass. Jon didn’t even kiss him—he just watched with a smug look of amusement on his face, like his fingers weren’t currently pressing against Arin’s asshole.
He pushed both of them inside at once, and Arin sucked in a gasp and cursed loudly. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to push down on Jon’s hand or pull away from it, and he groaned as the pained pleasure shot through his body. Jon fingered him relentlessly, and he sucked on Arin’s exposed neck when he threw his head back. He scissored his fingers open and Arin squeezed his eyes shut and hissed Jon’s name.
“Fuck, Arin. You’re still so tight, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jon breathed out next to Arin’s ear.
Arin shook his head and turned it to catch Jon’s mouth up in a kiss. He couldn’t stop the small, frantic noises coming from his throat, and Jon ran his free hand soothingly up and down his side. The pain was already starting to ebb away and Arin writhed on the bed, trying to get Jon’s fingers right there. He let out a choked, desperate moan when Jon twisted his hand and his fingers brushed past it, sending an echo of what Arin was really after through his body. It was like he was scratching all around an itch, and Arin whined in frustration.
“Just put the goddamn vibrator in me, fuck. You’re going to drive me insane,” he said fiercely, gritting his teeth together.
Arin couldn’t see Jon’s face but he heard him chuckling. Jon shoved his fingers in once more, and then abruptly pulled them out. The sudden loss of sensation caused Arin to whimper, and he bit Jon’s shoulder when he heard him laugh again.
Jon pushed himself up and let Arin’s leg fall back down on the bed. He grabbed the vibrator and leaned over; reaching for what Arin assumed was the lube he had tossed to the floor earlier. Arin shut his eyes and felt the bed shift again when Jon righted himself, and then he heard the pop of a cap.
“Hey,” Jon said softly, his voice suddenly very close.
Arin opened his eyes and saw Jon smiling down at him. He smiled back and Jon dipped down to place a light kiss next to his mouth. He ran a hand up Arin’s arms and massaged his fingers into Arin’s sore wrists, bringing back some of the lost feeling.
The gesture made Arin’s heart constrict in his chest and he turned his head into the pillow to hide the stupid grin he knew was on his face.
“You ready?” Jon asked. He brought his hand back down to Arin’s face and brushed the loose strands of hair away.
Arin flashed him an easy smile and nodded. Jon’s eyes searched his expression carefully, scanning for something that would give away a lie, and then he nodded too.
Jon pushed the head of the vibrator in slowly but steadily, the cool lube making the slide much easier than his fingers had been. Arin bit his lip and concentrated on the pressure of Jon’s grip on his hip to ground him. He held his breath and tried to flinch away when it edged on being too much and Jon noticed immediately and stopped to give Arin a break. He looked over Arin’s face with concern in his eyes and brushed a kiss over his lips, whispering an apology. A few long seconds passed and Arin started to feel antsy as he grew accustomed to the burning stretch. He shifted his hips and grunted Jon’s name, and Jon looked at him questioningly, asking Arin if he was okay with his eyes. Arin nodded quickly and squeezed his eyes shut, the twinge of pleasure sparking in his stomach making him anxious for Jon to get on with it.
Jon still hesitated, like he expected Arin to change his mind, but then he squeezed Arin’s hip and pushed the vibrator the rest of the way in. He covered Arin’s mouth with his own, drowning out his loud gasp.
Arin tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a string of incoherent sounds. He felt so fucking full, to the point where it was almost overbearing and he couldn’t even think straight anymore. Jon rocked it a bit inside of him and Arin choked out a curse and moaned, completely beyond caring about the desperate edge to it.
“Arin, fuck,” Jon panted, sounding a little desperate himself. His eyes trailed down over Arin’s body and then back up again, catching Arin’s gaze.
Arin gave him a pleading look, although he wasn’t even sure what he was asking for. He just wanted more.
Slowly, a smirk spread across Jon’s face, and he turned the dial on the base of the vibrator up.
Oh, right.
“Fuck!” Arin shouted.
He threw his head back and moaned, losing any higher brain functions he had left to the barrage of sensation. Jon started a rhythm, pulling it out and rocking it back in, and Arin fucking came apart under him. He wasn’t coming, not yet, but he was shaking and writhing in place against Jon’s grip on his hip. He knew he was pulling way too hard at the bonds around his wrist, and he knew he was making way too much noise, but—
“Fuck, Jon, you have to—you have to—“
He couldn’t finish it; his throat was dry to the point that it hurt, his thighs were clenched, and he really and truly felt like he was probably going to die.
“Fucking hell, Arin,”Jon panted in his ear. “You’re so hot like this.” He slid it in again, deep this time.
“Come on,” he coaxed. His breath was hot on Arin’s skin and he wrapped his other hand around Arin’s cock and rubbed his thumb over the head.
It was way too much all at once, and Arin came so hard he fucking screamed. He groaned loudly and tried to inch away from it, and Jon got the idea and pulled it out.
Arin laid there and stared blankly at the ceiling. He was pretty sure his eyes were open, but all he saw were white bursts.
“Arin, fuck—“
Jon’s voice was rough, shot to hell, and Arin blinked and tried to focus on him. He was hitching his hips up against the leg Arin realized he had pressed into his crotch and panting into the sweaty skin of Arin’s shoulder.
“Shit, Jon—here, let me,” he started, remembering that he didn’t currently have use of his arms and tugging at the fabric with a frown. “Untie me, I—“
Jon cut him off with a ragged moan and he ignored Arin and hastily unbuttoned his pants, getting his hand around his cock.
“Arin—“Jon was grinding against him with his eyes closed and his lip caught between his teeth. “I’m so fucking—” He gasped, and pushed closer. “I fucking need—“
He apparently didn’t need anything other than his hand and the pressure of Arin’s leg against him, though, because a few seconds later he was moaning and setting his teeth into Arin’s shoulder, coming hot and wet onto his thigh.
It was, Arin thought hazily, one of the hottest things he’d seen in a very long time. He only wished he could have been more actively involved.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jon mumbled into his shoulder, slumping down over him.
“Yeah,” Arin agreed, shifting again as he started to feel a cramp in his right shoulder.
Jon looked up at the movement, confused, and then his eyebrows shot up when he saw Arin’s wrists.
“Oh fuck, I forgot!”
Jon untied the knot with shaky fingers, and Arin let out a breath of relief when his arms were freed. He gingerly lowered them again, wincing in pain at the stiffness. Jon smiled apologetically when he caught Arin’s expression, and he smoothed his hands over Arin’s shoulders, working his fingers into the sore muscles.
Arin let his eyes fall closed and he enjoyed the impromptu massage, until Jon stopped and kissed him, deep and earnest. It made Arin’s heart constrict again, and he reveled in his ability to run his fingers in Jon’s wonderful hair this time.
“I love you Jon,” he said with a goofy smile when they broke apart.
Jon grinned wide and pounced on him, wrapping his arms around Arin’s neck and nearly rolling them both off the bed.
He laughed, loud and bright, and said, “I love you too, you shithead.”