NSB Oneshots Part 2

Jarren: All The Glory

@heartz4idk13 This one's for you!

No music for this one. Sorry!

Warning: 18-21+ Read with caution.

Darren pulled Justin in close, his hands roaming over the other man's body with a hunger that couldn't be sated. Justin moaned softly as Darren's fingers dug into his hips, his back arching into the touch.

Darren tugged at Justin's pants, freeing his cock from the restrictive denim. Justin gasped as the cool air hit his heated skin, his cock already hard and leaking precum. Darren wrapped his hand around Justin's length, stroking him slowly.

"Open up, baby," Darren purred. "I want to see that pretty throat of yours."

Justin obeyed instantly, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to wet them. Darren grinned, then grasped the base of his own cock, smearing the tip through the saliva on Justin's bottom lip.

Justin's eyes fluttered shut at the taste of Darren on his tongue. He loved the musky, slightly bitter flavor of the other man's cock. Darren pressed forward, pushing past Justin's lips and into the wet heat of his mouth.

Justin relaxed his jaw, letting Darren slide in deeper. The head of Darren's cock bumped the back of his throat and Justin swallowed around him, massaging the thick length. Darren groaned at the sensation, his fingers tangling in Justin's hair as he started to thrust.

Justin took it eagerly, his own cock throbbing between his legs as Darren fucked his face. Drool spilled down his chin as Darren's cock hit the back of his throat with every thrust, the obscene sound of gagging filling the room.

Darren set a brutal pace, using Justin's mouth like his own personal cock sleeve. Justin's eyes watered, tears tracking down his cheeks, but he didn't struggle. He loved being used like this, loved the feeling of being so thoroughly owned by Darren.

After several long minutes, Darren pulled out, his cock slick with spit and flushed a deep red. Justin gasped for air, his chest heaving. He looked up at Darren with glazed eyes, a dopey smile on his face.

"So good, baby," Darren praised, petting Justin's hair. "You look so pretty like this, all messy and well-fucked."

Justin tried to respond, but all that came out was a broken moan. His throat was too raw, his voice destroyed by Darren's cock. Darren chuckled and pulled Justin to his feet, tucking himself away.

Justin leaned into Darren's side, his own cock still hard and aching. Darren cupped his chin, tilting his head back to look at him.

"We'll take care of this in a bit," Darren promised, his thumb brushing over Justin's bottom lip. "For now, let's get you cleaned up."

Justin managed a nod, still unable to form words. Darren took his hand and led him to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Justin stood under the warm spray, watching Darren strip and join him.

Darren washed Justin's hair first, massaging his scalp with gentle fingers. Justin sighed, leaning into the touch. Darren worked soap over his body next, his hands smoothing over every inch of skin.

By the time Darren reached Justin's cock, the other man was trembling with need. Darren wrapped a hand around him, stroking slowly. It didn't take long before Justin was spilling over Darren's fingers, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

Darren held him through it, murmuring soft praise in his ear. When Justin slumped against him, spent and boneless, Darren lifted him into his arms and carried him to bed.

Justin sprawled on the mattress, his hair still damp from the shower. Darren curled around him, pulling the covers up over their cooling bodies.

"Love you," Justin rasped, his voice still rough from abuse.

"Love you too, baby," Darren replied, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Get some rest. I'll take care of you."

Justin hummed, already drifting off. He knew Darren would take care of him, would always make sure he was satisfied and safe. And really, that was the most beautiful thing Justin had ever known.