guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 29

"Alright Mr. Urie, everything seems fine. It's healed up nicely." Dr. Leto spoke, looking at the scar on Brendon's stomach.

Dallon sighed in relief. Although he was sure Brendon would be fine, in the back of his mind he'd still been worried.

"Awesome!" Bren said, sitting up on the bed and pulling his shirt back on. "So I'm good to go?"

"Yep, you can head out." Dr. Leto said, smiling at Dallon as he stood up and began to leave the room. Brendon hopped off of the bed and grabbed Dallon's hand as they walked out.

The entire drive home, Dallon thought about what Brendon had in store for when they got home. He walked to the bedroom as soon as they got home, with Brendon on his heels. Dallon sat on their bed and kicked off his shoes.

"So, Dal, how do you want me?" Brendon asked, dramatically draping himself over Dallon's lap and striking a pose. Dallon rolled his eyes again and said, "More like how do you want me, we've already established that you're the one who knows what they're doing."

Brendon giggled and climbed up, straddling Dallon's lap, and pressing kisses to the side of the taller man's neck. "Isn't this exactly where you'd like me?" Brendon asked, before sucking hard at Dallon's collarbone.

Dallon whined and rolled his hips up into Brendon's, gripping the smaller's hip in one hand and his shoulder with the other. Brendon returned the motion, grinding his hips down into Dallon's and sitting up slightly, giving himself access to their pants, which he began to undo quickly.

He pulled his own jeans off and then helped Dallon out of his, pulling off the taller's shirt as well. He pressed kisses to Dallon's collarbones and chest, sucking hard until there were marks across his pale, smooth skin. Dallon moaned softly, sliding his fingers into Brendon's underwear and grabbing his ass.

Brendon shed the fabric quickly, tossing his briefs onto the floor. He pulled Dallon's off as well, and his mouth was instantly on Dallon's dick. Dallon moaned again, threading his fingers through Brendon's hair as his mouth moved expertly around his member.

"Bren.." Dallon said, his voice cracking. Brendon pulled his mouth slowly away, leaving Dallon's dick with an obscene 'pop'. "Yes, darling?" He asked, making a production out of wiping his mouth.

Dallon sat up and pressed their lips together, reaching for the nightstand as their lips moved. He grabbed the bottle of lube that Brendon kept there, and pulled it out. He knew how this worked this time; he pulled away from Brendon's lips to coat two fingers in lube, before he gently pushed one into his boyfriend.

"Mmm, fuck.." Brendon moaned, rolling his hips and pressing his ass back against Dallon's hand. Dallon added another finger after a moment, and moved them until Brendon was practically begging, "I'm ready, Dal, come on.."

"You sure, baby? I don't want you getting hurt.." Dallon said pulling his fingers away and rubbing the slick lube over his dick.

"I'm sure Dal, come on." Brendon insisted, rolling his hips again for friction. He straddled Dallon's lap still, and with Dallon's help, he lowered himself onto Dallon's dick slowly.

Dallon made sure to watch the smaller man's face for signs of pain. His eyes were shut tightly, and his hands were gripping Dallon's shoulders tightly, but when Dallon rolled his hips shallowly and gently, Brendon's face changed to an expression of ecstacy as he let out a loud moan. "Fuck yeah, Dal, like that." He said.

Dallon moved his hands up to Brendon's hips, and began to roll his hips up into Brendon more, at a faster pace. The smaller practically melted in Dallon's grip, and said, "Come on, let's move like this.." before he rolled over and pulled Dallon on top of him.

Brendon spread his legs and wrapped them around Dallon's hips, lifting his ass off of the bed as Dallon slid back in and began to move again. He hooked his ankles behind Dallon and moaned, moving his hips up to meet Dallon's thrusts.

Minutes later, they were coming undone in each other's arms. Dallon wrapped a hand around Brendon's dick and stroked in time with his own thrusts, reducing the smaller to a whimpering mess as he came. Dallon came shortly after, pulling out and cleaning them up after he did.

"Fuck, I love you." Brendon said. "And you're really good at that."

Dallon blushed but said, "I love you too, and thanks. You are too."

"Brendon giggled, which led to Dallon giggling, which led to the both of them laughing until they couldn't breathe. They eventually calmed down though, and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

**

"Dallon!"

Dallon rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch, where he'd been watching TV with Brendon the next morning, before Brendon had decided he wanted to find some popcorn in their kitchen.

"What?" Dallon asked, looking around the kitchen until his eyes found Brendon, crouched down and looking into the lowest shelf of their pantry.

"There's no popcorn." Brendon whined. Dallon reached down to help him up off the floor, and said, "Well, we need to go buy food anyway. We'll pick some up then."

Brendon smiled, stretching and yawning. "Can we go now?" He asked. Dallon nodded, and Brendon walked (stiffly?) to the bedroom to change.

"Are you okay, Bren?" Dallon asked, hoping that the way he was moving was nothing to do with his surgery he'd just recovered from.

"Yeah I'm fine. You've just got a big dick, is all." Brendon said casually, smirking.

"Um.." Dallon said, not sure what he meant by that or how to respond.

"I'm... sore, Dal." Brendon said, giggling a little.

Dallon blushed, realizing what Brendon meant. "Oh." He swallowed, feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry, babe."

Brendon giggled more, rolling his eyes at Dallon. "Nothing to be sorry for, Dal. It's nothing you can help. And I'm definitely not complaining. About your dick, I mean."

Dallon's face grew redder and hotter, and the taller giggled a little despite his embarrassment. "Okay, uh.. thanks, I guess?"

Brendon walked over to Dallon and stood on his tiptoes, and Dallon leaned down a little so Brendon could kiss his nose, before he followed Brendon to the bedroom.

"So like... it's not.. bad or anything, right? Like, it doesn't hurt that bad?" Dallon asked, still concerned.

"Dal, my ass hurts a little, and my lower back is kind of stiff. That's it, I promise. I'm okay, baby." Brendon said, opening his dresser and pulling out clean underwear.

They both changed their clothes from sweatpants to jeans, and walked back out to the living room. Brendon grabbed Dallon's hand and they walked outside to the car.

Dallon was driving, and they both climbed inside and buckled up.

Brendon held his hand in the air, and looked up at Dallon. Dallon looked confused for a minute, before he did the same, about to take Brendon's hand, but Brendon stopped him. He pressed the palm of his hand to Dallon's, comparing the size difference. Of course, Dallon's hands were larger, and he curled his fingers over to tops of Brendon's smaller, thinner ones.

Brendon smiled and Dallon threaded their fingers together, kissing the back of Dallon's hand before letting them drop to the console of the car as Dallon started the vehicle, a smile on his lips as well.