What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 6|Jorbyn- Smut

Summary: A late Christmas eve massage gives a chance to resolve some sexual tension

Jonah's POV
His flesh was supple beneath my fingertips. The heat billowing from the gently burning fire left him warm to the touch, melting into the carpet with soft noises fluttering past pretty pink lips. I pressed into his back, the muscles spreading and loosening against the firm, but careful motions.

I tried not to dwell on those delicious little whispers. His low groans and quiet whimpers left breathy with pleasure. His ass was so soft and plump beneath my thighs, squishing and spreading each time I shifted. The thoughts made my head ache and blood boil, so I tried to focus solely on helping Corbyn relax.

He turned his head, cheek pressing to his forearm, eyes glassy even in the shadows. The fire's glow left him flushed, skin a pretty shade of pink, lip tucked between his teeth.

" Lower, Joan," the way he said my name. The way it shuddered with his breath.

I let my hands drift south from his shoulders toward his mid back. Slowly working the muscles along his spine, cautious of my nails to ensure they didn't pierce his sensitive flesh.

Despite my best efforts, his moans pulled me away from this world to another. One where he also lay beneath me, face red with pleasure, but instead of my fingers tracing along his body, it was my lips. Kissing each and every precious inch of him, leaving a trail of love-bites as I went. Where his fingers were nestled into my hair, tugging gently, desperately leading me down.

" Harder, Jonah," it took everything I had to kill the groan in my throat. I was almost shaking, just barely able to quell the tremors ranking through my body.

My lids parted to allow me to gaze down at the younger boy. His eyes were closed, face scrunching gently. He couldn't see the dark hazy beginning to envelope my gray-blue pools. The shadows dancing through my vision.

I dug in my thumbs, elicting a deep-chested groan from my companion.

" God, yes~", the low whine being pulled from his lips, fisting at the carpet while white teeth nuzzled into his lip. His pale blue eyes fluttering open.

I studied him carefully as my fingers slipped ever lower. Feeling what little control I had slip between them, leaving a trail of it down his spine.

I could feel the shudder that rushed through him as I caressed his hips. Sliding off his butt and atop the backs of his thighs. Thumbs dipping slightly beneath the elastic band of his joggers.

" Is this okay?" My voice hoarse. Crisp and wet with desire.

" Please," whimpered low, trying to lift his lower half for me.

I gradually tugged them down, releasing the waistband when it rested just below his supple hills. Greedy fingers kneading at them through his boxers, groping and playing with his body.

His briefs came next, torturing myself with the lack of haste, knowing the reward would be so much sweeter if I waited just a little longer.

Corbyn was still beneath me, simply watching through lidded eyes.

I helplessly admired his mostly naked body, tracing the shallow dips and curves painted a soft orange from the fire beside us. Loving how he purred for me.

" God, you are so fucking beautiful," finally, I released my cock from its prison. The shaft having become engorged long ago. Its swollen head glistening with still warm pre-cum as it throbbed longly against my palm.

I swiped my thumb along the red tip, collecting and spreading the hot pre. Giving myself a few long, lazy strokes, eyes never straying from the beautiful sight before me.