Brallon oneshots (Smut)

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Ok, this first one sucks ass. I wrote it in like 2 - 2,5 hours which isn't nearly enough for me, but I just didn't have any more time :')
I promise to write something better when I finish school

If you wanna skip right to the SMUT part, just find the ///smut/// mark ;)

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*Right after Dallon left panic and started IDKHOW*

Dallon Weekes and Brendon Urie were truly happy.
Now each of them had his own band, they could work their dream jobs without running into any creative differences, and they even managed to keep their relationship going!
But..
Since both of them were musicians, their bands had to go on tour from time to time and it actually created a little problem. Their tour dates were rarely the same, so oftentimes they couldn't see each other for long periods of time.

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Dallon was laying on the couch in their living room, all alone, just blankly staring at the tv screen.
He'd been home for almost four weeks by then and he was so tired of being alone. Brendon couldn't be with him at that time because he was on a world tour with Panic And unfortunately Dallon couldn't join him, spending another few weeks on a tour bus would literally make him go insane.
Dal hadn't seen Brendon irl for so damn long and he missed him so so much. He just couldn't take it anymore.
Sure, they texted and called each other every day, but that wasn't enough. Dallon needed him to be right there, with him. He missed his touch, his smell, just his presence in general...
He also missed sex. He'd been jerking off non-stop those past few weeks and they'd even had phone sex a few times, but all that wasn't the same as having actual sex. He didn't feel satisfied even after several jerk off sessions anymore. Dallon was insanely frustrated and thank god Brendon was finally coming home that day.

Dallon prepared for that day in advance. A few days prior he went out to buy something special he thought Brendon might like. He wasn't sure about if though and it kinda made him nervous, but he wanted to try it anyway.

He was laying there and waiting, his thighs shaking in anticipation, cause B could pull into their driveway any minute. Then he heard the sound of a car outside and immediately jumped to his feet. His heart was beating out of his chest and his mouth went dry. There was a sound of keys jingling right outside the door.
Dal ran a shaky hand through his hair and took a few unsure steps towards it.
It flew open and Brendon stepped into the house, letting out a sigh and putting his bags on the floor.

///smut///

Dallon ran up to him, instantly wrapping his arms around the other mans neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Brendon froze for a second, caught by surprise, but quickly realized, what was happening, and smiled against Dalls lips, hugging him by the waist and deepening the kiss.
Bren traced the taller mans thin lips with his tongue and, as soon as they opened up, he pushed it past them and into his warm, inviting mouth. Dallon started letting out little moans and quiet sighs, while his boyfriends hands danced on his body, exploring his every curve and dip. The skin there tingled under his touch.
The shorter man sneaked one of his hands under Dallons shirt, intending to massage his sensitive nipples, but when he expected to feel his boyfriends hot skin and toned chest under his fingertips, instead his fingers bumped into something completely different.

Dallons breath hitched and he froze completely, awaiting Brendons reaction. Bren pulled away from his reddened lips and looked into his half-closed, glistening eyes. The blue eyed man put his hands on Brens shoulders, lightly squeezing them with nervousness and want.
Not tearing his eyes away from Dallons, Brendon started unbuttoning his thin floral shirt. His hands were shaking a bit. He already knew what he had touched, but he needed to see it.
Once the last button slipped out of its hole, Brendon slowly lowered his gaze. His jaw dropped and an insanely turned on sound flew out of his mouth.
Dallon was wearing a beautiful white lacy bralette.