Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Ben

Black. All was black. Calm too. I nuzzled closer to the warm weight in my arms, burying my face into it for the air was cold on my skin. A sigh. A moan. A shuffle. The warmth I was cuddling started moving, whimpering. I frowned but refused to open my eyes. It as only when no matter how hard I clutched it, it wouldn't stop moving, rubbing against me that I forced my eyes open.

Jon was grinding against me, softly moaning. He was fully hard, I could feel him on my thigh, precome was leaking onto my leg. I smirked and made no move to stop him, he hadn't realised I was awake yet. I moved my leg ever so slightly, he groaned and ground down on me even harder. I twitched my leg again, loving the noises spilling from his mouth every time I did. Despite how hard he was I could tell he was not climaxing any time soon. I soon realised he was crying. He was so, so hard, I knew how painful and frustrating it was.

"Princess, do you want some help?" I whispered, he jolted at the sound of my voice, flushing bright red.

"H-how long h-have y-you b-been a-awake?"

"Long enough" I lifted up his chin and kissed him "Don't be embarrassed"

"You're not supposed to see me masturbate" He mumbled

"Princess, you was grinding on my thigh, what did you expect?"

"You'd get mad if I touched myself"

"Awww" I reached down to grasp his cock but he was still wearing his fucking panties. "Princes, why do you never take off your pants? Stop ruining a perfectly good pair of panties, it's annoying"

"Sorry, Benny" He said sheepishly "Will you touch me?"

"Sure, baby" He tugged down his underwear "Are you sure I can't have sex with you?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Believe me, I need you so much" He sighed, kissing my jaw.

All of a sudden, something sharp dug into shoulder. I yelped and it was removed almost instantly.

"M'sorry" He blushed "I just-"

"Shhh" I pressed my finger against his lips "It's okay, you just caught me off guard"

"D-do you like it when I bite you?"

"Fuck yeah" I exhaled "Did you know that I got a boner when you was biting my finger when Sab was examining your prostate?" He shook his head shyly "You can bite me if you want to" Gingerly, he bit into my shoulder again. "Oh god, harder, baby" I groaned "Fucking make me bleed, please, princess" I snaked my hand down and tugged on his member. He let out a muffled groan and jerked his hips.Finally, fucking finally, his teeth broke my skin. God, it was heavenly. I stopped, panting, allowing myself to enjoy it. His small hands clutched my large one, encouraging me to jerk him off. I pulled of my boxers with my free hand and jerked us both off. A hot and sweaty mess. I smeared precum over us to make it easier, his teeth only sunk deeper. His nails dug into my back, leaving deep red marks. I loved seeing them and remembering how I had him pinned beneath me of pushed against a wall. I loved knowing that I was his and only his. He bit me so hard that I was in such pure bliss that I didn't even realise we had both came.

I knotted my fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to mine, invading his mouth with my tongue. I groaned at the taste of my blood that lingered on his lips, teeth and tongue. He pushed me away, a worried expression filtered across his face. I was thankful for my orgasm otherwise I would have came right there and then just seeing my blood dribbling out of his mouth and drying on his skin.

"Did I hurt you?" He mumbled, not looking me in the eye. I lifted up his chin, he blushed furiously

"Are you... embarrassed or something?" I asked curiously "Because you shouldn't, you look so fucking sexy right now"

"No I don't" He muttered

"Yes you do. You're naked, flushed, drenched in cum and to top it off you have my blood dribbling out of your mouth. If I hadn't just came, I'd be painfully hard right now" I cocked my head to one side "You're fucking beautiful, Jon"

 A smile, a real and genuine smile tugged at his lips. Calling him Jon was so much different to all his pet names. Jon was so much more real and dangerous, just one slip of his name could trigger a panic attack. Why? Because calling him 'baby' or 'princess' allowed him to escape from himself, for just a few moments he could forget about everything and just be my princess. But sometimes he needed that reminder. He needed to know that I love him no matter what his damn name is. He burst into tears and pushed me away before fleeing the room. I sighed.