dancing in the street.

six ➶ i want to see {smut}

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summary: John has his way with little Georgie.

credit to wellifhesyourgrandfather.

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John grabbed Georges hand and drug him through the hallways of the hotel, grinning evilly to himself. He had set up their hotel bedroom very nicely. George was excited, what could have John set up for them?

John unlocked the door very slowly, but before he actually opened it he turned towards George and kissed him hard, groping his body. George gasped in surprise; he knew what he meant now.

The two stumbled through the door, tongues dancing together and hands in a jumble. Paul and Ringo were out somewhere, so they had the hotel to themselves. John stopped kissing George and leaned into his ear.
"Just wait till you see, Georgie," he whispered, and pulled him in the bedroom.

Wow.

The lights were out, but the windows were open and it created a nice environment. But the part that surprised George the most was what was spread out on the bed; there was a few ties, a shocker, and a collar. Georges eyes widened as his imagination wondered. John was such a kink.

"Oh, John..." George uttered, "You're gonna use all, that?" He pointed at the items on the bed.
"Damn right I am." John growled and pushed George on the bed, next to the toys. George was excited. John grabbed George's hands and tied them to the bed frame, extra tight. George groaned and tugged at the ties, but it was useless. He wasn't getting anywhere.

John stood on his knees between George's legs, enjoying his view. George was visibly hard through his slacks, he wanted John to touch him so bad, but he knew he'd have to earn it.

After stripping his own clothes, John tore off George's, watching his cock twitch from the sudden wisp of cool air. "God I could eat you up right now," John said getting closer to George, "you want me to play with your cock George, yeah? Take the whole thing down me throat?" John growled and gave his lover a catlike lick on his slit. George moaned wantonly into the room, bucking his hips closer to John's face. "Please." George needed to be touched bad. John smiled and eyed the shocker next to him. "Beg for it."

George groaned. "Make me!" He yelled daringly. John frowned and grabbed the shocker. He snickered and turned it on. The buzz in made George nervous, watching John hover it over his weeping cock. John then grabbed another tie and put it over his eyes so he couldn't see. George thrashed about, the suspense of not knowing where John would put that terribly wondrous thing made him incredibly horny.

John hummed and picked the shocker back up, moving it over Georges slim body. "Let's see..." He muttered, and gently tapped George tummy with it. George hissed, twitching a bit. John giggled and a shocked him again, lower this time. George moaned and almost began to beg, but he couldn't give in that easily! He shut his mouth and continued to let John tease him.

"Not letting up eh? Well, we'll see about that." John said hovering the shocker over Georges cock. George could feel the static, and dared not move. John lightly kissed the tip then replaced his lips with a quick shock, making Georges whole body quiver. "John..." George began to say. John kissed the tip again. "George?"
"P-please, fuck me, John. I need your big cock inside me fucking me like mad! My body is yours baby, all yours, dominate me." George said the last part in a low sexy growl and made Johns own cock twitch. He laughed mockingly at his begging, and gave George a tight squeeze before grabbing the collar.

George was desperate for a good, rough fucking. The teasing would last forever if he didn't behave. Or even worse, maybe john wouldn't let him cum at all! The thought made him shudder.

"Now Georgie, if you're a good boy I'll treat you nice and good," John cooed, putting the collar on George who still was blinded by the ties, "But if you resist your master, ho ho, you'll get punished!" George nodded and moved his head, adjusting to the collar around his neck. John had made it snuggled tight, just to make a point. "Fuck you're so hot all sprawled out for me like this. I can't wait to taste that tight little hole of yours."

John scooted down so his face was between George's thighs. He kissed them, gently biting at George's skin. George moaned softly and spread his legs wider for John, who had begun to flick his tongue on his arse.

"Ooh-h..." George groaned. "Yes, John..." John snickered and shoved his tongue in and out of the guitarist, sucking gently and dragging his nails across George's thighs. After "lubing" him up with his spit, John put two fingers inside of George, causing him to yelp in the sudden stretching. John scissored away at his lover, watching all the hot expressions he was making. John couldn't help but moan quietly as he prepared George.

"God I'm gonna wreck you," John spoke into Georges ear, stroking him. He bit at his chest as he moved down his body, then lubing himself up. George wished he could see. He could hear John touching himself, his soft moans, it was so hot. He whined and again struggled on the ties; useless. He wrists were sore and the collar was tight, but he loved all of it. He loved when John was rough with him.

Without warning John thrust into George in one quick motion, making George squeal with delight and pain. The burn wasn't as bad, since he had been prepared, but it was still lingering. "John! Oh my g-god..." George breathed, adjusting his body, "move, please! Fuck, meeee." John groaned loudly and began to thrust inside George, paced at first, but speeding up with every slam of his pelvis.

George so wanted to see John sliding in and out him. "J-john..." He said between hard thrusts, "take off m-my blindfold...please, I want t-" John stopped fucking him almost immediately and pulled George up to his face by his collar, nose to nose. "What, did you say?" John said in a deep voice. "Uhm nothing, sir!" George felt Johns breath on his cheek. "As I thought. Now shut the fuck up and take it," John pushed George back down roughly, clutching his hips and continued to fuck George mercilessly.

George was almost screaming, the whole hotel was filled with the sounds of his voice and Johns, their flesh slapping together. George felt his orgasm approaching and tired to hold back until John came; John always came first.

"Hmm...little Georgie is getting close," John said breathlessly, "I can feel your tight little arse squeezin' me! Ahhh so fucking good," he slapped George's thigh and grunted loudly, now pounding George full speed, getting ready to cum.

They came in unison.

George couldn't hold back, it was all took much. John couldn't either. Cursing and harsh breathing filled the air as John rode out his orgasm, watching his seed spill out of Georges poor arse. George was flustered completely. John stopped thrusting and took off the ties around Georges eyes and the wrists.

George looked up at John, who looked so incredibly hot. His hair was all ruffled, his brow covered in sweat. George wiped his forehead.

John pulled out and lied next to George, still panting. George laughed.
"So," he began, "when will you be ready for round two? I want a turn too ya know." They both laughed, cuddling close together. "We'll see, Harrison. We'll see."