Brendon x Caprisun

cheeky secks

A pair of crashing lips tumble roughly through the front door, as Brendon fumbles with the key to lock his door shut. All he knows is the cold aluminium and stickiness on his skin and the scent of fruit lingering in the air.

He hears a moan escape beneath him as she straddles her legs against him. Brendon is pinned against the headboard of his bed. Her fingers fly to his belt, trembling and sweaty trying desperately to undo the buckle. Her ass rests on his thighs as she gives him a cocky grin, and fuck it does things for Brendon.

'I want to explore your hole with my tongue and taste the fruit punch. I want to suck you dry.'

Her hand is in her hair, the other around his waist pulling him closer to her heat. Her fingers tug gently at the edges of his shirt. Brendon complies and peels the sweaty skin off his body, then attends to her. His fingers battle with the wrapper, finally tearing off the plastic to reveal the straw underneath.

And finally the fun begins.

Brendon's fingers grasp the plastic straw, moving it slowly onto the metal, swirling it on the cold surface, round and round. She jolts and shivers slightly.

'Fuck, Brendon, you know I hate it when you tease me like that.'

He smirks. 'I know.'

The boy continues the process, gently sticking the pointed edge of the straw into the metal. She moans, breathing getting heavier, but stays still and let him work his magic. With each moan, the bulge in his pants only throbs more. Brendon pushes the tube in, then immediately pulls out, earning a gasp from her. Then with sudden force, he pushes in and out in and out, liquid dribbling out from her entrance. Gasps and moans escape lips, and Brendon bends down, hand around his own cock.

'Ready, babe?'

There's no time for her response before Brendon takes the whole of the straw in his mouth, bobbing up and down, tongue swirling over the wet entrance of the tube. He sucks, hard, the liquid flowing into his mouth and down his throat, but he doesn't stop. The fruit punch drains from the pouch as lustful moans escape her lips.

'F-f-fuck, your mouth,' she moans as his wet, hot mouth takes the whole of the straw, hands exploring the wet areas around her entrance. Brendon touches himself as shes leaning back, eyes screaming with lust and mouth agape. His pumping motions intensify, and he's tipping on the edge of an orgasm. She whines like a slut, gasping and shaking every time just a bit more of that liquid drains out of her.

'I'm-I'm gonna-Brendon-'

Her hands tighten on Brendon's hair and her whole body jolts, ejecting the last of her liquid into Brendon's bobbing, wet, slutty little mouth. Brendon's pumping motions slow as a spray of white splashes on her aluminium body.

The two collapse on the bed, snuggling into each other's warmth. She's weak from Brendon's mouth, his fucking mouth, god. Brendon digs his head into her aluminium chest and sighs, nibbling along her body. His fingers trace the patch of white on her stomach. She moves to wipe it off, but Brendon stops her hand.

'Leave it, Capri,' he says with a smile. 'I like it.'