What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Rainy Days (Part Three): Jorbyn- Smut

Summary: Corbyn wants to savor his time with Jonah

Jonah's POV
" Corbyn," his name a sigh on my lips as I pushed back into his chest. His soft, talented mouth working along my jaw, nipping at the dark hickeys that had been left there.

" I can't take you, too, Prince. Not after fucking Zach," regardless of my words, I didn't fight his touch.

" I don't think he agrees," cupping a possessive hand my growing bulge.

" If he had his way I'd never stop fucking," I chuckled in return. Biting gently at my already swollen lip as I began a slow, full grind against the shallow tent in his briefs," guess it's a good thing I'm getting fucked then, huh?"

I felt Corbyn groan into my neck, tugging me closer to press harder into me.

" Go upstairs and wait for me," his low purr dripping with dominance.

I slipped from his arms once they parted. Pausing in my steps expecting, and receiving, a sharp smack to my ass.

" Boys, I'm fucking Jonah in our room, don't try to come in, I will throw you out."

I heard Corbyn say as I scaled the stairs, laughing quietly with a distant burn to my cheeks, unable to help feeling like a pampered virgin.

I made it to our room with ease despite the dark, pushing through our door and flopping back onto the bed. Letting the springs catch me, relaxing into the plush sheets.

I shimmied out of my oppressive briefs, sighing as cool air enveloped my cock, throbbing weakly from where it lay at half-mast against my pale thighs.

I reached down to stroke absently at the partially swollen organ. Teasing at my lower lips while rolling the head between my index and thumb, silently wondering if Corbyn would be mad at me for this.

I groaned low in the back of my throat, spreading the pre that dribbled from my slit until the tip was glistening. I gripped just a little tighter as my hand slid slowly up and down the shaft, gradually bringing it to full hardness.

" God, yes," I breathed, letting myself buck desperately into my own palm, head rolling back against our pillows.

" My my," his purr filling the room. I blinked open my glazed eyes to smile weakly at him.

That made him chuckle, the noise coming from deep within his chest. He pushed off the doorway he had been leaning on to walk over to me.

" You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" His eyes following the slow pumps of my hand, absently reaching out to run his fingers through my hair.

I tipped my head into his gentle touch, groaning low in my throat," are you mad?"

He laughed again, taking a seat at the edge of our bed. His fingers never ceasing in their play with my slightly damp hair. His gaze was unreadable as he stared down at me.

" Of course not," those empty, calm eyes drifting to my bare chest," I know how you are, what you are. You're a slut, just like Zach."

I couldn't help the whimper that came with those words. A part, some part I didn't know was there, burned at hearing them.

" What?" His pretty lips quirking into a smirk. Something dark and primal filling up his once empty ice-blue," you like that, huh? You like being my little whore?"

I bit down on my lip 'til it hurt. Subconsciously stroking faster at my fully erect member.

Corbyn clicked his tongue at that," no, don't go faster. Your speed before was perfect, don't get greedy, okay?"