Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

Slow Like Honey 2/5

Feeling his skin on yours, in your hands, kissing over parts of it, warm and soft. He's so soft... Feeling it against your belly, hip, thigh, just through his multicolored briefs the first few times, later saying he could take them off... then moving them down, shyly then more confidently stroking over his bare ass on the way... It makes you melt into him like honey. He never asks for anything more on him than grinding, and saying he can touch himself if that's ok? You're surprised with how well you handle it, get into it when you're both in your underwear, later on to the point of needing you both naked, considering.

Feels silky and warm too. In the heat of things, getting it between your sweaty pelvises and tummies and squishing and humping him silly, him encouraging it all dirty and sweet and silly, like on his thigh. Or humping between his legs, on his balls and pelvis, mound often on his shaft too, like you did when his undies were still on. Or getting it between your thighs, rocking your mound and closed pussy along him, Him asking you if that's not too much at first and his words, gentle touches making you want to do it more.

Not stopping even when he's spurting between you because you want him to come, don't even care about getting it on you both because the sweetest boy, your boy, is coming under you, moans and pants and fuck. He tells you to keep making yourself feel good, and you want to keep going with him, keep feeling so fucking good. Often getting so wet it's on your outer lips, the fur, and him too... Needing, aching, full... He brings it out in you.

You wonder if you could get pregnant from his come on your mound, lips, especially with how you keep rocking on him, over where it's on him, even though it doesn't seem likely. Maybe Sheila joking about how you should go on the pill if you were, sure, just "hanging around" and "friends" with the band, especially B, was right.

Your mom took you to the doctor's office to go on it because you'd be going on the road with them. You had turned eighteen and your parents couldn't stop you and the boys couldn't get in trouble for bringing you then if your parents tried. She was worried though, asking you to at least do that if you did. You didn't know how to refuse without having to say why you wouldn't... do that, would stay away from them like that, besides Ryan was your cousin, you wouldn't tease or... The idea of what that was and her finding out filling you with fear. So you agreed.

Turns out, it was a good decision. You think you'd be worried if you weren't; wouldn't be able to get out of your mind and let go with him. And you wanted to, he made you want to being like he was.

The few times you've seen with dicks in porn, they were all so big. Men's privates look weird but in a normal way, like it's just a weird looking body part, when floppy, often small, but usually... scary when hard, especially the bigger ones. B's did look funny and even kind of cute limp and flopping around though when he went around naked. And even when not limp, when you rub on it or feel it on your skin or through clothing...

James felt... it hurt. You didn't want it, him, at least not in the way he became, did it, didn't do other things... Unyielding. Like they were clubs or something, not something pettable, delicate, warm, silky and like it would fit nicely in your hand, or uh, other places, like it fit between you two or your thighs... You don't know if it's because it's him or the size or what.

Even saying he can touch himself, too shy to look at it the first couple times. Looking and seeing it looks... smaller than you think penises would be. But the skin looks soft, at least on him. He's done it several times already, asking if he can, even doing it under the covers or clothing, but the more you're together, the more you tell him to, the more open he is about it.

His looks like something you want to touch. And grind on... get sliding over your spread pussy directly, or lips spread by his dick... Heart pounding, excited and nervous.

You admit you're looking, not just his blissed out face, or kissing him silly or humping his thigh or hip, but watching his hand moving over it, his thumb or finger swiping the tip, him cupping his balls, touching further back... You're thinking about it being your hands, or his hands guiding yours, or one of each playing with him, maybe him on his dick while you stroke over his balls, pelvis, inner thighs, back to his balls, a couple times before you offer, nervous but wanting to.

Everything about being with him makes you want to. He feels... silky in your hand like on your belly and thighs and closed pussy and hip, like the skin on it is almost delicate, covering that hard heat, the squishy in comparison tip even looks sensitive, how that soft skin slides over it and along the shaft...

He licks your palm, makes it kind of slobbery, says it feels better wetter. You can't help thinking about how you feel better wetter, would to him too: your slick on him, your pussy on him directly... Him panting, rocking into your grip, telling you the tip is the best part, and uh, if you want, you can touch his balls too. You want. They feel even weirder, even when his balls pull up tighter, a bit of hair on them but less than what's on your outer lips, and they're soft too. He seems vulnerable there... You like touching it, at least his.

Wondering a couple times later on what it'd feel like to kiss it, rub your lips over that silken skin, maybe even lick it, if he would go just for that, not a full on... You don't want to tease him too bad though, wonder if any guy would be ok with that.

He's so beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, cute, all the words; your eyes are drawn to all of him, especially his whole gorgeous face, soft eyes, his—Jesus—mouth , bum—big for a smallish boy, even belly, thighs. The dimples above his ass, the swell of his hips... He makes you want things you can't even describe or even imagine, if that makes sense. And then he gives you these ideas and language... If anything, the girls clothing suits him better than boys. Especially his soft pastel hoodies, jeans, belts. Clothed, topless, nothing but undies or naked you love looking at him, feeling him.

He tells you when he's going to... he can finish himself like the first couple times you offered a hand, or he can grab his shirt or something again to catch it... You want to see it though this time, see him come from you, get it on both of you. You rest a hand on his chest to keep him down on the bed, feel his heart going crazy, work up saliva and drool it onto your hand, thinking you could probably use your wetness too. In seconds, he's spurting over your hands, his belly. The noises coming from him...

Rocking on the bed still as you watch him wiping it up with his hand, bringing it to his mouth, tasting as if by instinct, murmuring for you to get on him. You can't not, laying between his legs, mound rocking on his dick, balls, pelvis, kissing him, tasting him some, even you from earlier. He's soft now, but he can take the touching and humping, and you want to get him wetter... god, you want him all wet with you.

The next time, you do use your own slick. Tell him he can use yours, get his hand all wet with you, shyly adding to it with your own slide over yourself a moment later. It gets kind of tacky that way, so he adds his spit, and you find yourself laying on him, touching him, bringing his length between your lips, grinding on him a bit before pulling away, worried you were teasing him too much when you realized his tip was near your opening. He says he loves being teased though, that that wasn't teasing in a bad way at all, that you know he can come that way...