Make Me (Remdy)

We All Have Desires

Smut warning bcos I love u, please don't take this down wattpad

Andy drops the cloth and gives Remington an unimpressed look. Then he grabs him by the collar and pulls him forcefully off the couch, so the younger is just inches from his face. "Fuck you," he whispers aggressively.

Remington feels his breath on his skin. He rolls his eyes, purposefully dramatic. "Go on, choke me," he retorts. Then he puts his hand over the one Andy has gripping his collar.

Eyes dark in a way Remington hasn't ever seen, Andy tightens his grip on the shirt. "You wish," he practically growls, smirking after and putting his other hand to the back of Remington's head, pulling his hair with enough force that Remington tips his head back. "You fucked my carpet."

"I have no regrets."

"Hm, I guessed you wouldn't. That's too bad." Andy releases his hair. "You're gonna clean it."

Remington scoffs. "Yeah, right."

"Oh no, baby, I'm not kidding."

"Too bad, daddy, because I ain't doing it."

"Don't call me that."

Returning his head to its previous position, Remington says, "don't call me baby."

Andy's eyes flick from Remington's eyes to his lips, rather unsubtly. "I thought that's what you wanted."

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll cum."

"It's purely one sided."

"Really?" Remington asks, keeping up with the seductive tone that they're both using. He knows it isn't an accident on Andy's part, no matter how much he'll claim that it is. "Because your bulge is looking pretty big for it being 'purely one sided.'

Andy doesn't make the mistake of looking down at himself because that'll make him seem like he's giving in. "Maybe I'm just naturally big." He smiles sarcastically.

The younger raises an eyebrow. "No one is naturally that big, give it a rest." With Andy's hand still gripping his collar, Remington moves, getting onto his knees and consequently causing the gap between then to almost completely close. He can feel Andy's breath on his face and their bodies are hardly apart at all.

"Personal space," Andy whispers, making no real attempt to put a gap between them.

"What about it?" Murmurs Remington, knowing damn well what he means. "You can call me a slut now if you like." The words are followed by a quick grin. "I know you want to."

"I certainly do not."

"Oh, I think you do."

Andy finally releases his collar, though his hand is still in Remington's. "Go find someone in the club to call you a slut."

"Alright, I will," says the boy, getting to his feet, letting go of Andy's hand, and beginning for the door. "I'll get them to fuck me real good, then I'll suck them off real good and swallow all their cum like a good boy. Then they can fuck me again and they'll taste their own cum when they kiss me. It's gonna be pretty fucking hot." He looks at Andy, aware of what he's doing. The only point of saying that was to get a reaction. "Maybe I'll let him suck me off." When he looks at Andy this time, the man is still sitting on the floor by the sofa, clearly trying to hide a very obvious boner, mixed with jealousy that he's hardly about to admit out loud. "I'll cum real loud just for him. He won't know what hit him."

"Alright, I get the picture."

Remington opens the door. "I'm sure you do, daddy." He smiles innocently. "Just to let you know, I'm probably as hard as you right now, so I will actually be finding a guy to fuck me. Have fun getting yourself off, don't get a virus watching porn."

Hearing the door close, Andy gets up off the floor and presses a hand to his crotch, breath stuttering, and he goes upstairs to do something about it. Just as he's taking his pants off, his phone buzzes and he looks to see a message from Remington, saying 'Imagine if it was my hand touching you rn.' He closes his eyes and puts the phone down, trying not to imagine Remington's hand, but once he starts concentrating on not imagining it, all he does is intensify his imagination, and he soon cums hard.

Remington cums hard, too, though, unlike Andy, he isn't alone. No, he did exactly as he said and found a hot guy to fuck him. Afterwards, once he's left the club and the guy, he goes home, checking his phone to a response to the earlier text he sent to Andy, reading, 'I did not do that because I am not gay.' Remington laughs at the message and sends one back that simply asks how it was. 'None of your business,' Andy sends back, then, 'but it was great. Hope u've been given an std :).'

"Fucking cock," Remington mumbles, heading for the shower to wash off dried cum. He runs shampoo through his hair while he's under the water, thinking about what showering with Andy would be like and groaning when he realises he's made himself hard again.

As he's leaving the bathroom, the doorbell rings and Remington goes down to see who it is, a towel wrapped around his waist. He keeps it secure with his hand while he opens the door but swiftly lets it fall when Andy grabs him by the shoulders aggressively, kicks the door closed, pushes him back against the banister, and kisses him. Remington thinks he hears relief in the moan Andy makes but is too turned on and fired up at the way his naked body is pushed against Andy's clothed one to pay that much attention.

"Mm, daddy," he whines, lifting his hips into Andy's multiple times with rough, desperate movements.

Andy breaks the kiss. He's breathing heavily. "Oh fuck," he whispers, "I'm not supposed to fuck band mates."

Remington grabs his cock through his pants. "Since when has Andy Biersack followed the rules?"

Andy rocks against Remington's hand. "I knew I paid you for a reason." He kisses the younger again, mumbling, half-slurred, "you make me feel all sorts of horny."

"Now let me make you feel all sorts of good."