Warnings: daddy/kitten kink (i mean is it a brendon fic without it), a major hand fixation, thigh riding, some biting, masturbation, dirty talk/ light degradation, unprotected sex, and most importantly improbable sex on top of a piano
Word Count: 3.8k
Sometimes you make decisions without thinking. Agreeing to listen to Brendon play his new song was one of them. The melody coming from the piano is beautiful; you really wish you could focus on it. Brendon plays as if the keys hold the oxygen he needs to breathe. His nimble fingers tap on the keys, slowly sliding from one to another. His knee bounces as he presses down on the pedals underneath. Your eyes are drawn to the way his thigh muscles constrict in the soft black of his skinny jeans as he presses the pedals and keeps time. You absentmindedly have to press your trembling thighs together to dull the pulse beginning to take up residency there.
You can’t even focus on how a soft and unsure song floats from his lips into the open air; and how you’re surrounded by his beautiful voice. Your eyes float up from his thighs to his hands. You become fixed on watching his hands and how elegantly his fingers work. You sway with the song and bite your lip as your movements alleviate some of the building pressure as well. Your mind wanders as you watch his quick fingers; how long has it been since he has used them on you? Since you have had them knuckle deep inside of you, pressing against your g-spot and making you cry out with pleasures?
You knew watching Brendon play like this would be a bad idea, you have such a fixation on his hands that it is far from healthy. The song is beautiful, Brendon’s always are. You can’t help but to feel a little guilty at not being able to focus on his talents.
To ground yourself, you place your hand on his thigh gently, idly playing with the inseam as he continues to feel his way through the new song. You can’t help but whimper under your breath as you feel the muscles tighten beneath your hand. Your lips part slightly and you’re sure your face is becoming red as you become flustered. This wasn’t the best idea, your fixation with his thighs is probably just as bad. Around Brendon, you simply can’t win.
The song draws to a close and you barely notice. You don’t even notice how your hand has gotten higher until Brendon places his hand over yours. “Kitten, daddy’s trying to work here.” Brendon chuckles, picking up your hand and giving the back of it a small kiss. A blush takes over your features as Brendon puts your hand down. You know how he hates it whenever you distract him from his work, you feel like a punishment is right around the corner.
“I-I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to distract you. I hardly realized it had gotten so high. I just love watching you play. I love it more than you could ever imagine.” you chuckle and place your hands on the keys next to his. “Your hands just look so good like this, all out and working. I love to watch how your fingers work and how enveloped you are in your task. The passion just exudes from you.. It’s so sexy.” you mumble, pressing down on a key and then looking up at him.
Brendon pulls you closer to him, “Oh really? I had no idea you enjoyed it so much. Had I known, I would have invited you to watch me months ago.” he laughs and kisses your temple. You blush a little more, the touch setting your skin ablaze.
“You would have never finished that album if I would have had to sit through hearing you play Impossible Year over and over again. That song gives me chills just hearing the recording, if I had to watch you play it I don’t know if I would have been able to keep to myself.” you laughed, bringing Brendon’s hand from your hip to your thigh, shuttering slightly as his smooth skin touched yours.
He laughs and rubs your thigh, “You really like it huh? How come I never noticed?” Brendon asks, running a lone finger up your thigh. “You have! You know I have a thing for your hands.” you mumble, gulping as he reaches higher. “I do, I guess I never thought that would carry over to me playing the piano though.” he muses, watching you squirm about because of his touch.
