NSB Oneshots Part 2

⁂ Jarren: Touchy ⁂

Warning: 18-21+ Read with caution.

No music for this one.

Justin sat on the couch, nervously twiddling his thumbs. He glanced over at Darren, who lounged next to him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey babe," Darren said, patting his lap invitingly. "Come sit with me."

Justin's heart raced at the implication behind those simple words. He swallowed hard, then slid onto Darren's lap, straddling him. Darren's strong hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as he leaned in close.

"I missed you today," Darren murmured, nuzzling into the crook of Justin's neck. He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin there, sucking hard. Justin gasped as a hickey bloomed under Darren's mouth.

Darren trailed more hickeys up Justin's neck, marking him thoroughly. His hands slid down to grab Justin's ass, kneading the firm muscles. "Fuck, you're so sexy," Darren growled huskily. He rocked his hips up, grinding his hardening erection against Justin's core.

Justin squirmed at the delicious friction, his own cock starting to fill out. He buried his fingers in Darren's hair, tugging lightly. "Less talk, more action," he shot back, voice breathy.

Chuckling, Darren slipped a hand between their bodies. He cupped Justin through his jeans, squeezing and rubbing. Justin's hips bucked, seeking more. Darren took the hint and undid Justin's fly with deft fingers. He worked his way inside, fingers brushing against Justin's hard, aching cock.

"Shit..." Justin shuddered, his head falling back. Darren stroked him languidly, thumbing at the weeping tip. With his other hand, he fumbled with his own button, freeing his straining erection.

Justin whimpered as Darren's bare cock nudged between his cheeks, hot and heavy. Darren used Justin's spit-slicked fingers to spread his hole open, the blunt head catching on his rim. "Going to ride me, baby?" he asked, voice dripping with lust.

"All night," Justin promised, voice wrecked. Bracing his hands on Darren's shoulders, he started to sink down, impaling himself on Darren's thick length. They both groaned as he stretched around him, every inch filling Justin completely.

Justin began to bounce in Darren's lap, finding a rhythm that had them both panting. The couch creaked under them, springs groaning with each powerful thrust. Darren held him steady, pounding up into his heat.

"Fuck, you feel good," Darren grunted, eyes nearly black with desire. "So tight for me."

Justin could only whimper in response, lost in the feeling of being so utterly claimed. Darren gripped his chin, dragging him down into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. He swallowed Justin's needy moans, sucking on his tongue.

They moved together like they were made for each other, bodies undulating in sync. Sweat slicked their skin, making them slide against each other. Justin could feel his release building, balls drawing up tight.

"Ah, ah, I'm close," he warned breathlessly, working himself on Darren's cock. "Going to come so hard."

"Do it," Darren urged, voice strained. He hiked Justin's shirt up, pinching his nipples. "Want to feel you come on my dick."

Justin let out a stuttering moan, hips stuttering. "Oh fuck..." His cock pulsed, spilling sticky ropes of come between their sweat-slicked bellies. Darren snarled deep in his throat, burrowing his face into Justin's neck.

With a few more erratic thrusts, Darren followed him over the edge. He bit down on Justin's shoulder as he came deep inside, painting his walls with his release. They clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks in shivering, gasping bliss.

When they finally separated, Darren surveyed the mess they'd made with satisfaction. Justin was slumped against him, hickeys blooming darkly across his neck. "My handsome boyfriend," Darren praised, petting through Justin's hair. "So good for me."

Justin just hummed contentedly, too fucked out to do more than curl into Darren's chest. He was perfectly happy to stay in Darren's lap for the rest of the night, basking in the afterglow.

After all, he knew he could ask for nothing more than this - to be so thoroughly loved and claimed by his partner. This was everything he could've ever wanted.