Car Fic. | Bluespartanz

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"You're... still hard..." whimpered Brandon, squirming a little beneath Henry's slumped body. "I was holding back," Henry laughed breathlessly and gave a hesistant thrust-- bumping the hypersensitived Brandon who gasped and shivered from the touch. He could... but that would be overdoing it, and possibly cruel. While he wanted just a bit more, he wasn't sure if Brandon could take it. He's so close, though. Augh. Disappointingly, tonight was probably going to end with his own hand.

Shuddering, Brandon heaved himself up and shouldered Henry into leaning back. He readjusted himself so that he was on top, his legs bent next to Henry's waist, and smiled waveringly. "Need some help?"

Brandon tentatively lifted his hips. With a choked up cry, he slid back down slowly, his body shivering. The pleasurable tremors flowing into his body were stronger now, noted Brandon as sat up again, though the feeling was a little different. Sharper, and strong enough that he felt like it would hurt if he kept doing this. But answering Kwite's call did make Henry angry, and he wanted Henry-- who has done so much for him tonight-- happy. He felt bad. He only picked up because he was afraid that Kwite would panic if he didn't-- he was such a mom at times. Sorry, Henry, sorry, he thought as he picked up the pace.

Brandon was fucking himself with Henrys cock. Fuck, he was so goddamn sexy and probably didn't even know that all his little actions and his obedient nature could drive a guy mad-- were driving a guy mad. His willingness to please others was also adorable as hell, and that was turning into a huge turn-on for Henry. His eyes felt like they were burning as he dug his fingers into Brandons hips, guiding that welcoming ass up and down Henry's arousal. The rhythm quickened and Henry moaned appreciatively. "B-Brandon, do that again." "Do... what?" panted the worn out boy, his face hot and pink. The sex flush made his thin, smooth body have patchy sections of color, contrasting against his pale skin.

"Clench your ass, please..." commanded Henry. Brandon did as he was told, and fuck fuck fuck it was so tight and the tantalizing pleasure was now tenfold. Maybe he could die from this because it was just so much, almost too much. "F-fuck, Brandon" grunted Henry when Brandon pulled up-- choking off Henrys erection. He felt it in his stomach first-- the muscles tightening as he slammed Brandon back down with a loud slap as the cum pulsed out of him and into Brandon, who seized up in surprise. He felt like his nerves were popping and sizzling, and that he was going to break himself from coming so fucking hard that the release he felt was almost painful. Groaning weaky, Henry rode out the last seconds of his orgasm with a few shaking pumps. Finally, it was done. Somehow, he felt like he was marking his territory. Pleased, he ran his tongue over his lips and squeezed Brandon's ass. Brandon trembled as Henry slowly pulled out.

Jesus, he could see the cum drip onto his stomach. What did he just do to Brandon!?

Completely spent, Brandon collasped onto Henry's chest and nuzzled the shorter boy's chin. Usually, Henry would pass out after such intense sex-- and this was the most amazing fuck he's had since ever-- but he couldn't help but feel guilty for what he had done. He felt like, in the end despite his initial efforts, he had used Brandon as a sex toy. Brandon apparently thought otherwise. "Is this something we could do maybe a lot?" he drawled sweetly, resting peacefully on Henry's body, "Because... that was the most epic thing ever." Of course Brandon would describe sex as epic. Ugh, that kid...

"We... we could, I mean. I think the bar has kind of been raised really high and I don't think we always have time to spare just an hour to foreplay alone, so it might not always be the same as this," He was rambling-- shut up, Henry, you sound stupid!

"Yes, I want to. Definitely. Don't care." Sleepily, Brandon kissed his cheek and rolled off of him, snuggling up to his side. A cuddler, that's what he was. Wrapping his arms around the small frame, Henry pulled his new boyfriend close and closed his eyes. It was still dark, and they could catch a few hours of sleep before they would have to drive home to get away from the early workers at the mall. But for now, they were safe. Brandon was no longer lonely, now that he had Henry. He could put aside his thoughts about his exes who left him behind. He was finally wanted and loved. None of it matters anymore. The serene lull he felt from this change in his life and the placid, sticky, warm feelings from sex put him to sleep. He was content.

Henry, on the other hand, was thrumming with activity. Excited, he couldn't help himself when he started to plan their new activities in his head. Brandon was unexplored territory and new, intriguing avenues were now open. They were already together all the time anyways so no one would suspect a thing-- except Kwite, but nobody would believe him without proof. It was probably better if they had a talk about it with just him , though. He might have to apologize.

But hey, now they absolutely had something to do during those moments when they run out of ideas and have to resort to rewatching old movies. Henry's house had too many people, so they could only have sex at Brandon's house. During the day, maybe they could sneak away from their friends to fool around. He imagined molesting Brandon under the table at the restaurants they liked to go to.
His heart was pounding and his mouth was dry.

"Dude, go to sleep," complained Brandon as he nudged Henry's shoulder with his knuckles.

Henry rolled his eyes. Fine, he'll think about it some other day. He yawned tiredly, and tucked his head in to rest up

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