horny as f*ck, pressing my luck (Johnny/J-Dog)

horny as fuck, pressing my luck

J-Dog had been getting groceries when Johnny got done with work. He smiled at the sight of Johnny's car in the driveway, and grabbed several bags as he headed inside. Johnny was aggressively doing dishes, and Sleep Token's Give was blasting from a large Bluetooth speaker. 

J-Dog didn't have to ask to know what was going on. He set down his bags, gave Johnny a big hug from behind, and promised they could go to their bedroom as soon as he got the rest of the groceries inside. 

Two more trips back to the car, and about fifteen minutes of putting food away. Johnny got like this whenever he had a really shitty day at work; obsessive cleaning and just blasting the playlist J-Dog had made for him the night they'd first had sex. 

Johnny mumbled a thank you, and J-Dog ruffled his boyfriend's hair. Johnny let his phone keep shuffling the music on his playlist, Skillet's Whispers in the Dark playing loudly as Johnny started undressing. J-Dog pulled Johnny on top of him as soon as he was naked, a surprised and incredibly pleasured moan leaving his lips as his boyfriend sucked on his tongue. 

The bed creaked beneath their shared weight, and J-Dog tried to catch his breath while tugging off his own clothes. "We need a new bed, babe. Especially if we keep using it the way we have been." 

"You worry too much," Johnny muttered, big hands grabbing at J-Dog's chest, thumbs pressing against his hardening nipples.

J-Dog arched into him with a groan, gripping the back of Johnny's neck and dragging him into rougher, hungrier kisses. The older man reciprocated eagerly, and J-Dog let himself fall back onto their unnecessary amount of pillows. 

Johnny held J-Dog's wrists over his head with one hand, kissing him messily and cupping his cheek. He rubbed over all of J-Dog's facial hair and whispered, "So damn beautiful, Jay. I love you so much." 

J-Dog smiled up at him, his heart racing from Johnny's words and his touches, his body warm and aroused under his gaze. "Quit being sweet and spit in my mouth already." 

Johnny chuckled and held J-Dog's chin, waiting for the younger man to stick his tongue out, before slowly drooling into his open mouth. J-Dog shuddered and panted, letting Johnny's saliva pool on his tongue before he swallowed it. His cock ached between his thighs, and he could feel how hard Johnny was too, his boyfriend's large dick brushing against him.

J-Dog pushed himself into a better position, hands sliding down Johnny's back to guide him too. Johnny dug through their bedside table, finding the lube and getting a good amount of it onto his hand. He coated two fingers, trailing kisses down J-Dog's chest. He eased his fingers into J-Dog carefully, bringing his head down a bit lower to suck on J-Dog's right nipple.

J-Dog's eyes shut and he groaned, grabbing at Johnny's shoulders in an effort to keep him exactly where he was. He felt himself start to sweat, his body arching up towards his boyfriend. "That feels so fucking good, George, I can't...unngh...more, more please." 

Johnny smiled up at him, teasingly working his tongue over J-Dog's nipples, playfully nipping at them while he kept stretching J-Dog's ass open for himself. 

With an embarrassingly high-pitched whine, J-Dog spoke, "George, baby, please keep sucking on me. Please, please." 

"It's so hot hearing you beg, Jorel," Johnny grinned, before relenting and giving J-Dog what he wanted. He wrapped his lips around J-Dog's left nipple, sucking on him pretty hard, simultaneously curling his fingers deep inside of J-Dog. "Mmmn, ready?"

J-Dog nodded vigorously, managing to wrap his legs around Johnny's waist. "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, baby." He glanced over at Johnny's phone, laughing a bit, "Fucking me to 'Change (In the House of Flies)' is kinda cliche isn't it?" 

"I love Deftones, alright? Sue me." Johnny moved his fingers, took a second to position himself, and guided J-Dog onto his cock. 

J-Dog winced at the stretch, but quickly descended into a chorus of moans. He tangled a hand in the hair at the nape of Johnny's neck, his eyes squeezing shut as Johnny pumped into him. "George...god, George, you fill me up so fucking full..." 

Johnny just buried his face in the space between J-Dog's neck and shoulder, low groans leaving his mouth as he worked his hips at an increasingly faster pace. He mouthed at J-Dog's shoulder a bit, sloppily kissing and biting him, the headboard bumping against the bedroom wall almost rhythmically.

J-Dog could barely hear the music anymore. He knew it was still on, bits and pieces of Nine Inch Nails's Closer making it past his ears. He dug his nails into Johnny, rocking back onto him, every thrust feeling better than the one before it. Johnny must've had a really rough day at work, because he was ramming into J-Dog so damn hard that J-Dog thought he'd tear something. He loved every single second, losing himself in his boyfriend's intense and passionate love. 

He was getting close, so close that he could barely breathe, and he felt Johnny tense, his thrusts slowing down. J-Dog opened his eyes, soothingly rubbing his partner's back, "Baby, why are you stopping? Are-"

The bed frame gave a few more weak creaking noises, then splintered, wood breaking and the frame completely buckling beneath J-Dog and Johnny. J-Dog screamed a lot louder than he intended to, and Johnny just laughed, tears in his eyes from how much he was giggling. 

When J-Dog had calmed down and made sure he and Johnny were alright, he playfully punched Johnny in the shoulder. "I fucking told you we needed a new one."

Johnny massaged J-Dog's thighs and smiled down at him, slowly working back up to the pace he'd been at, "We'll...mmmn, we'll go shopping tomorrow. The mattress works just fucking fine." 

J-Dog wanted to protest, but he shut himself up the moment he felt Johnny's lips on his again. He indulged his boyfriend, arching towards him and slowly forgetting all about the bed frame as Johnny brought him to climax over and over and over again.