Guns N' Roses ✰ Oneshots

Quiet ☆ Duzzy

Warnings / Includes❗️:
✩ Sex (penis in booty)
✩ Top!Duff
✩ Bottom!Izzy
✩ Choking
✩ Jerking off
✩ Fingering
✩ Making out
✩ Leaving Hickeys

(Let me know if I missed any...)

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Izzy was always quiet. That's just how it was. It wasn't because he was angry, sad, or whatever. He was just quiet. Duff wanted to change that. He wanted to hear Izzy yell his name or scream, begging for something. He wanted to hear millions of whimpers and groans fall out of the gypsy's mouth. He wanted to know how it sounded coming from Izzy Stradlin's mouth.

The tall blonde had been eyeing Izzy for a while now. He'd been trying to flirt with the black haired man ever since Axl told him that apparently Izzy had something for Duff too. Whenever he did flirt, Izzy would shyly smile and then leave the room. Duff loved that; Izzy usually kept a blank, emotionless face, so it was nice to see a change.

Duff decided to go find Izzy. No one was home besides the two, so he didn't bother looking for anyone else. "Izz?" Duff peeked his head into Izzy's room, whispering. "Mh?" Izzy mumbled. He was lying in his bed, on his stomach.

"I was just seeing if I could come lay down with you? I'm bored." Duff explained, standing in the door way. "That's fine." Izzy murmered. Duff sat on the bed, getting comfortable. He laid down on his stomach too, his head resting on Izzy's ass with the rest of his body between Izzy's legs.

Duff, grinning, noticed Izzy bury his face into the sheets. "You know, you're so quiet. Why?" Duff asked. Izzy lifted his head up, "I don't know. I just am." Izzy shrugged. "What if I could change that?" Duff placed his hands on the back of Izzy's thighs. Izzy knew exactly what Duff was hinting at. "What if you can't change that?" Izzy shot back. "Is that a challenge?"

"What if it is?" Izzy said, quietly. "Then I'm gonna take you up on that." Duff said before raising Izzy's shirt up, placing kisses along his spine; his thumbs rubbed the back of Izzy's thighs. He was determined to get sounds out of that pretty guitarist.

Izzy helped, lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. Duff crawled up the bed as he kissed Izzy's back. When he got to his neck, he placed soft kisses while reaching for Izzy's hips, slighty massaging them.

When Duff stopped kissing his neck, Izzy turned over, laying on his back. Duff leaned down, kissing Izzy's neck. After he found a good spot he started sucking on his neck. Izzy eye's closed as he took a fistful of Duff's shirt in his hands as he felt teeth slowly sink into his skin.

When a purple and black spot bruised into Izzy's neck, Duff leaned up, looking at his work of art and taking his own shirt off. Usually, anyone would have been, at least, lowly groaning or have uneven breathing; not Izzy, though. It was like Duff was sitting there rubbing his back or something calming.

"Can I take 'em off?" Duff asked, his fingers resting under the waistband of Izzy's sweatpants. "Mhm." Izzy nodded, lifting his waist when Duff pulled them down; he tossed the fabric to the ground. Duff began kissing above the waistband of Izzy's boxers, rubbing circles into his hips with his thumbs.

Izzy laid there, enjoying it, but not very vocal. Duff figured it would take some time anyway. "Really? Nothing?" Duff leaned back up. "I guess, nothing." Izzy said with a smug look. Duff thought before running his hands across Izzy's clothed crotch. Izzy bit back a groan-or whatever he sounded like..Whine? Moan? Duff didn't know yet.

Duff slowly pulled down Izzy's underwear, revealing a hard and veiny dick; owned by Mr. Izzy Stradlin. He started to slowly jerk the gypsy off; Izzy, only, slightly tilted his head back, his eyes closed. It barely affected that asshole!