The Condensed Milk Fic

milky

Dallon's POV:
"Hey Brendon?" I call for my friend who's across the house in his own room.
"Yo whaddya need?" I heard him reply.
"I'm baking something and the recipe calls for condensed milk and I don't think we have any. Can you run to the store and get some for me?"
"Oh. Yeah. Sure," I heard him get up from his bed and grab his car keys.
"Thanks man," I said as he walked out the door. Almost right as he walked out, I got a text from him. It read;
Brendon: how many cans of this shit do you need?
Dallon: 666 ;)
Brendon: dallon what the hell how many do you actually need
Dallon: fine I only need 3. you're no fun
Read 5:43pm
He didn't know what I really had planned for that canned milk.

Brendon's POV
I get in the car, the cold air against my face. I sigh. I didn't feel like going out, but Dallon was going through a baking phase, just like his taekwondo phase, and his gymnastics phase. I should probably pick up some fried chicken for dinner or something. I sigh once again, walking into the store, mainly filled with depressed middle aged moms and depressed high school teens, both getting beer. I hurry, find the condensed milk and some chicken and head back home. While driving, Death of a Bachelor played, and I couldn't help but frown. I wish other songs of our's were this popular. Like Golden Days or something. I reach our house, and step back out into the cold, frigid air. I throw the milk cans at Dallon, sitting on the couch with my chicken.

Dallon's POV
As soon as Brendon got home, I realized that I hadn't planned at all. I don't know how I'll initiate anything. How do you tell someone you want to shove condensed milk in them? You don't, normally. This was gonna be different though.
"Hey Brendon?" I started.
"What's up?"
"Are you kinky?" I mumbled quietly.
"What? I couldn't hear you," he told me.
"I asked if you were kinky," I said as loudly as my voice would allow.
"I am, but why would you need to know?" he laughed and then winked.
"Because I want to do something really kinky with you and I hope you're into it because it has to do with condensed milk..." I trailed off.
"I'm up for anything but only because I might have a crush on you..."
"Well... come into the bathroom, this could get messy..."

Brendon's POV:
Dallon grabbed my hand, leading me to the bathroom.
"What do you have planned?" I asked, whilst being thrown onto the ground.
"Well, that depends on how large your pee hole is..." Dallon asked.
"I mean, how do I know if I do or-"
"How heavy your urination flow is." Dallon interrupted me.
"Oh, um, actually pretty strong, then." I admitted, looking down at my knees.
"Perfect," Dallon smirked.
Dallon grabbed the three cans of condensed milk, shaking them.
"So, what's your most likely demonic idea, Dal?" I questioned.
"Give me your dick." He ordered.
"Excuse me?" I was shocked. Dallon never talked like that. Well, at least not as much as Kenny and I.
"You heard me, slut." Dallon said, opening the first can.
I proceeded to unzip my black skinny jeans, as Dallon stared at me.
"What now?" I felt vulnerable. Dallon grabs my penis quite harshly and shoved it into the can of condensed milk.
"Do you like it, you little whore?" Dallon yelled.
"Um,"
"Well?" Dallon demanded.
"Yes," I didn't lie.
"Hm, someone sure is a kinky piece of shit. Do you want this inside of you?" Dallon got close to my face. Our noses touching, our breath heating up our faces.
"Yes, yes I am." I locked eyes with Dallon, as I started kissing him.
He took my penis out of the milk can, taking some of the liquid off, and shoving his fingers in his mouth.
"Hey Bren, have you ever tried condensed milk?" Dallon asked.
"No," I responded, looking deep into his painted soul.
"Well, here's your chance," He took his dick and shoved into the can, letting the milk stick to him. "Open up, you slut." I opened my mouth as wide as I could, inviting the 7 inch long member down my throat.
"Taste the milk, Brendon." Dallon ordered as he thrusted inside of my face. "Does it taste good?"
I nodded, while choking.
"Keep going, keep going, keep going!" Dallon yelled as I sucked harder and harder. A warm fluid shot down my throat. I tried to ignore the slight difference between the milk and the other fluid, but it was hard. Dallon released himself, sweat pouring down his cheeks.
"Give me your dick again." Dallon bossed me around. He grabbed the tip, and stretched out the hole as much as he could. I screamed in pain, and Dallon shoved a small towel in my mouth to keep me shut. He didn't want the neighbors to think I was being brutally murdered.
"Okay, Bren this might hurt." He looked me deep in the eyes.
"What the fuck?! It already hurt like hell. What else are you going to do to me?" I spit out the towel, tears filling my eyes. Dallon shoved the towel inside my mouth again. He reached behind me and grabbed another can of condensed milk. Before he opened it, he swiped my hair behind my ear, and planted a tiny kiss on my cheek. He started pouring the milk inside of my stretched out penis. I screamed into the towel,my voice muffled. It stung and burned, but anything for Dallon.Tears poured down my face, my eyes and nose red from crying. Once again, Dallon reached behind me. He had another can of milk. Dallon took the towel out of my mouth, and started kissing me. It made the pain go away a bit, but not entirely.
"Only a bit more to go. Then, we can have kinky ass sex." I nodded in response.
After about ⅓ of the second can of milk was poured into me, I started leaking.
"Babe, we're done now!" Dallon took the towel out of my mouth and closed my penis hole to its regular size.

Dallon's POV
After I put the condensed milk into Brendon's penis hole and closed the hole up again, I was ready for the kinky ass sex. Let's hope he was too, because this shit was gonna get legit.
"Are you and that penis ready?" I asked.
"My anus is ready, Dally-Dally Poo."
"That was about your penis, whore."
"Well I guess that is too," He winked. God I hated him, but I loved him at the same time. Fuck you Brendon Urie.
"Room. Now." I ordered.
As soon as we were in my room, my hand was wrapped around his dick.
"Oh, how straightforward," Brendon said, laughing.
"Shut the fuck up and suck my dick. If you do well enough, I'll return the favor." I demanded, pushing him down on his knees. "Praise me like you should, slut."
Brendon wrapped his mouth around my member and started bobbing back and forth like he was listening to a song in his head and he was keeping the beat. It was definitely a fast song, either that or he really wanted me to taste his milk.
He was strangely good at sucking dick, for someone who's always a more dominant person.
As soon as I came, he looked up at me with his blowjob eyes and if even possible, I came even harder. I watched him swallow without hesitation. Damn he was hot when he was a sub. He was just hot in general, but submissive Brendon was just- damn.
"So about that returning the favor..." Brendon started.
"You did well enough, whore," I said as I started getting down on my knees, hand around his penis, stroking back and forth. Soon, my mouth replaced my hand, doing the same motions.
"Does it taste good?" Brendon asked, playing the role as submissive incredibly well for a natural dom. I nodded in response because in reality, it wasn't that bad. I started going faster, trying to get him to release faster. When finally he did, I had it in my mouth for a second before looking up and swallowing while maintaining eye contact with him.
"Hands and knees, slut. Now!" Brendon followed my order. I teased his asshole with the tip of my dick.
"Do you want this dick inside of you?" I asked.
"Yes." Brendon answered. Short and sweet, how I liked it.
"Fucking slut." I put my whole member inside, Brendon letting out a yelp. I thrusted deep inside of him, Brendon moaning.
"There!" He yelled.
"Where?" I responded.
"Right here, daddy!" Brendon screamed. I went in harder, faster, until Brendon moaned in pleasure, happiness. He dripped out as I shot in. We sat there, breathing heavily. I exited Brendon's ass, and we started sloppily making out.
"Hey, Bren?"
"Yeah, Dal?"
"I'm thirsty, can I have a glass of milk?" I asked, enjoying the unusual sweet flavor of his milky come. We both started jacking off into each others mouths. I wanted the sweet liquid one last time tonight. We exploded on each other, leaving a mess behind.
"We should get clean," I said, motioning to our faces, where come was dripping off our chins.
We went into the bathroom and washed each other's faces, getting into occasional water fights. After that, we crawled into my bed and just slept together, doing the occasional dick touch and talking about how good the condensed milk tasted.

Brendon's POV:
I peed condensed milk for the next two months.