Car Fic. | Bluespartanz

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Better now than before Brandon changes his mind. Henry tilted his hand forward to let the lotion run onto his fingers and coat them, making sure that Brandon was seeing what he was doing. "Just... remember to breathe," he cautioned as he slipped in his middle finger. At first, it didn't seem that bad, Thought Brandon. But the deeper he got, the more weird the finger pushing into him felt and he really wasn't sure what to think about it anymore. "Relax, Brandon, it's just to get past the first part..." Brandon tried to concentrate on breathing properly.

With that, Henry stuck another finger in and rubbed more lotion against the tight muscles. This was his first time too, but he had done a little reading on anal sex before. Except at the time, he wasn't applying it to men. Though he was sure that what he did know was sufficient enough to do this.

Curiously, he flexed his fingers-- making Brandon groan in discomfort. Henry tried to picture it in his mind, and reached again, but this time felt something and impulsively rubbed it.

Brandons moan was broken up into the small, gaspy pieces as he arched two inches off the carseat and flopped back, tears in his eyes from the suden shock. Struck by the strong reaction, Henry drew his finger across that spot again and was not disappointed by Brandon's titillating, breathy sounds. He quickly withdrew his fingers and used the last of the lotion to coat his erection, then planted his hands on both sides of Brandon's thighs. He considered asking him if he was ready, but was interrupted by him agitatedly asking, "Why did you stop?!"

Ha! He licked the side of his mouth thoughtfully as he pressed the head of his erection against Brandon's entrance, and pushed in halfway. So, fucking, tight. He had to stop. He couldn't keep going. Though he allowed a few seconds to pass as Brandon lay there working his mouth silently, his chest erratically heaving up and down. It was also for Henry to feel his legs again, and collect the last of his brain cells so that he could function and not screw this up.

Then he pulled out and thrusted in, hugging Brandon's thigh close to him with one hand, taking in his cute, little mewls. He worked up a rhythm, not neccessarily quickening his pace but adding more power to his thrusts. Soon he was breathless as he was rolling his hips with each pump, and he reached forward to kiss and lick Brandon's thick neck. "H-Henry," he panted as he writhed bonelessly, giving himself in to the addicting, sweeping pleasures that lit his body on fire and left him begging for more. "Henry... ahhhhnnnn..." The pitch of Brandon's moans was increasing with each thrust, and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead.

The pace quickened as he felt more confident in what he was doing. Henry readjusted their position to tilt Brandon's hips up to hit the spot on every thrust. Brandon clenched his ass, squeezing Henrys tortured erection. "G-God, Brandon-- oh my god..." he choked, as he pushed harder and harder until he sure that Brandon's bare back rubbing against the carseat was going to result in the most awful rug burn tomorrow.

The sweat stung his eyes and he suddenly realized the magnitude of it all: holy shit he was fucking Brandon. Brandon who was biting his fingers and twisting his body because he couldn't stop moving from all the funny but amazing and wonderful feelings rocking him to the core right now right now in the car in the parking lot and god knows how late it was by now. The car was creaking from him violenting pounding Brandon into the fucking seat, pushing him closer and closer to the edge and he wasn't going to last much longer-- not after so many closecalls tonight. Not after Brandon feverishly swallowed him and wouldn't stop sucking, licking, teasing him and now he was buried in that hot, tight ass, pounding into his sexy best friend.