pure ⇶ ryden

four

a.n: well i cant write smut (i cant even write) but yknow i wanna so ☻

moments

entered on june 1, 2006, 6:23 am by lonelymoonlight

in this moment
i own him.
he's mine.
in this moment
i have him propped against me
smiling

giggling

and happy.
he doesn't know what's going through my mind

but he doesn't care.
i'm still trying to walk
without letting him go

but i feel like i need to stop

and appreciate it all.

in this moment

i can feel him shivering

and that he wants me to walk faster.

i can't tell him why i can't
because the sad truth

is that this is one night
not a lifetime.

one night
not a relationship.

one day
just a few moments.

Ryan stood still in front of Brendon's door. And he couldn't move, because Brendon's arms were dangling around his neck. Brendon was pretty much half asleep. Well, psychically. He was limp.
"Aren't you gonna get your keys?" Ryan asked.
"It's unlocked," Brendon muttered.
"That's really not safe," Ryan said, sounding concerned.
Brendon raised an eyebrow, finally looking up, "We're about to have sex, and you wanna talk about my home security?"
"Well-"
"What, you're worried about someone breaking in?" Brendon laughed.
"Do you like, not have keys?" Ryan responded.
"Dresses don't have pockets!" Brendon protested.
"Fair enough," Ryan sighed.
The two stood still for a while, until Brendon finally muttered "jesus christ" and turned the doorknob.
And then they stumbled into Brendon's hallway, which Ryan was sure was nicely decorated, but he couldn't see shit, he was still letting Brendon use him as a human wall. Oh man, they were a mess. Moving around like they were the ball in a pinball game, Brendon laughing through sloppy attempts to kiss Ryan's neck, Ryan trying to grab Brendon's ass (which, yeah, wasn't a very good idea).
Ryan eventually pinned Brendon against the wall, not doing anything sexual, just kind of giggling to himself. And Brendon was doing the same. They weren't really taking themselves seriously.
"Okay, okay, seriously though," Brendon began, gasping for breath, "my bedroom is down the hall, the last room. You'll know it when you find it. I'm gonna follow you, but I'm gonna go undress, wash off my make up."
Ryan bit his lip and nodded as Brendon skipped, that's right, literally skipped, to his room. Ryan, on the other hand, was slowly and nervously pacing down the hall, catching the sound of a brief clicking noise. And when he found himself in there, it was almost the opposite of what he thought it would be. Yes, it was pastel and pink and all, but Brendon had a few vinyl jazz records on the walls, kind of a messy floor, a TV on a bookshelf, he didn't quite fit a stereotype, but he certainly fit an aesthetic.
Then the bathroom door swung open, and Ryan turned his head faster than you could say "Brendon isn't wearing anything but lingerie and stockings."
And he was.
Brendon looked stunning. Ryan could see Brendon's floral tattoos clearly now, and he loved it, all of it. Ryan loved the way his stockings showed him so beautifully. Just the way he was framed.
"What do you think?" Brendon grinned, twirling around slightly.
"Lovely," Ryan murmured.
"Aw, 'ya think?" Brendon said, sticking his thumb in his mouth.
"Yeah," Ryan said, letting out an irritated laugh.
"Thanks, I barely get that," Brendon said in a suggestive tone, keeping his legs together.
"Oh, really?" Ryan asked.
Brendon just stepped closer, no other response. And Ryan did too.
So Brendon just thought 'fuck it,' and kissed him. And even though he's done it before (like, a few hours ago) it felt new. Ryan was kissing back, tugging on Brendon's hair.
—————-oh would u look at that a minor scene change—————
They're fucking, or making love, whatever sounds better. But you can't say bareback making love.
Brendon was a slutty, moaning mess. Ryan thrusted into him, practically fucking Brendon into the bed at this point.
"Moan for me, baby doll," Ryan growled.
"I- Ryan," Brendon gasped, "harder. Please." Brendon didn't need to repeat it, Ryan picked up the pace and didn't stop.
Ryan started to suck on Brendon's neck, and Brendon's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
"I'm close," Brendon whispered.
"Mmm, fuck, me too," Ryan muttered, "come for me, baby doll."
Brendon whimpered and whined as he climaxed underneath Ryan, who was shushing him.
"I'm gonna pull out now, 'kay Bren?" Ryan said softly. Brendon nodded, and Ryan kept stroking his hair. "Now touch yourself for me, baby doll."
Brendon bit his bottom lip, nodding eagerly. He pressed his fingers against his hole, groaning as he did.
"What do you think of when you press your pretty fingers against your hole?" Ryan growled, "Huh?"
"Ugh, you," Brendon moaned.
"What am I doing, you little slut?" Ryan smirked.
"You're- ugh- you're fucking me," Brendon whined, wrapping his hands around his cock. Panting and whimpering, Brendon pumped his cock.
"This is my show, you got that, baby doll?"

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