"Fuck.." Brandon whispered as he looked at the text from Kwite. It was so simple yet it turned him on so much. And he knew that he could just walk down the hall and show him what's right. He re-read the text. 'daddy?' he looked at the picture Kwite sent. He was in just Brandon's boxers and a collar.
"Fuck it" Brandon said and texted back 'get ready, I'm coming.' He stepped out of bed and opened his door, quietly walking to Kwite's room. It was such a plus that everyone decided to stay in the same AirBNB for vidcon.
Brandon slammed open the door to find Kwite palming himself with his small tounge out. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" Brandon huffed out. Kwite stopped fast and looked up, shaking his head. "I thought so." The larger man said, pulling Kwite down so he layed on the bed and pulling his boxers down with him. Leaving him in nothing but a collar. Brandon turned back and closed and locked the door before looking back at the small boy in front of him.
He climbed in front of kwite, sliding his hand up the small man's thigh. The boy shook and let out a small gasp as he lay there. Brandon liked that. "Oh, you want me to fuck you?" He asked. Kwite nodded his head as fast as he could.
Brandon smiled and flipped Kwite over onto his chest so his ass was in the air. "How bad do you want it Kitten?" He asked, softly petting the boys hair. He multi-tasked by putting on lube at the same time. " P-please just f-fuck me hard d-daddy!" Kwite whispered in short gasps. " Well since you asked so nicely." Brandon shortly said before shoving his whole length into the small twink below him. This earned him a long, loud moan from the other. "Don't moan so loud, you might wake the others" Brandon scolded him." S-soR-" Kwite shoved his face into a pillow and moaned again. Brandon kept shoving into Kwite, pulling in and out at a fast pace.
Kwite whinned and looked up. "What's wrong?" Brandon asked him. "M-my" he stopped and pointed down at his member, it was throbbing and obviously deprived of touch. "Not yet kitten." Brandon moaned out, shoving into him again, getting a high pitched, muffled noise from Kwite. "F-faster!" Kwite whinned. Brandon complied and rammed into him as fast as he could. Kwite was a mess now, huffing as he moaned and squeaked.
"F-fuck-" Brandon's thrusts started getting faster and sloppier as he came close to his limit. He moaned as he came into the boy's ass, who was still shaking and moaning. "Now it's time to deal with your problem, Kitten." Brandon said, sitting against the headboard and sliding kwite to sit in his lap.
Brandon started palming at Kwite's throbbing erection. The smaller boy arched his back. Brandon could tell he was close, so he started rubbing it faster until he heard small gasps, then he stopped, then started again. But slow this time. Kwite whinned as he felt the friction stop then slow. He moaned out a small sound as Brandon started rubbing faster and faster until Kwite finally came. Kwite was a shaking mess, his eyes half-lidded and his tounge out. You could tell the edging worked. Brandon smirked at this and pulled his boxers back on, along with the pair of his Kwite was wearing and cuddled the smaller boy asleep before heading back to his own room.
Let's just say, the next day Kwite had a hard time walking.
