And then it was like a switch had been turned on, and Brendon was pushing Ryan back on the couch, tongues in each other's mouths and hands on each other's bodies. Ryan's legs were bent either side of the younger, his hands fisted into his shirt. He let out a moan, and Brendon slowly pulled away, looking down at him with those eyes of his.
Okay, so maybe he had a bit of a metaphorical (and literal, if you were paying attention) hard-on for Brendon Urie...that was nothing to be ashamed of, right?
Brendon took Ryan's lower lip between his teeth and pulled gently, before attaching his mouth to Ryan's neck and kissing and biting his way down. He pushed the eider's shirt up with his skilled pornstar's fingers, his tongue flicking over Ryan Ross' right nipple before going lower, down to the waistband of his jeans and his fucking hipbones.
Ryan knew where this was going, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. And he shamefully wanted it to continue, he wanted his cock in Brendon's mouth, and even if Brendon was just messing with him, he didn't care, because he was so gone, so fucking wrecked, just having him rub up against him as they made out was almost enough to make him come in his stupidly tight jeans.
He closed his eyes as his jeans made it down to his knees, and then his ankles, and lastly, the floor. Quickly followed by his underwear and socks.
"Look at me." Brendon said softly, his fingers kneading the flesh of Ryan's thighs, and Ryan suddenly felt so awkward, because he'd been naked for shoots before, but never for a person, not really, not sober at least. "Look at what I'm doing to you."
He groaned, propping his head up on a cushion and reluctantly opening his eyes. Just as Brendon slowly sunk his mouth down onto him.
This wasn't for a camera, this wasn't for show, which left Ryan to wonder why the fuck this was happening, but at this present moment, as the man in question dug his fingernails into Ryan's thighs, he didn't really care. It just felt so good, too good, and this was a one-time thing for sure, it had to be, and with that thought in mind Ryan reopened his eyes and stared down at Brendon Urie, pornstar extraordinaire, as he brought a hand up to curl around the base.
His elbows couldn't hold him up anymore, especially when Brendon pulled back and blew on the tip, his tongue (oh, his tongue) poking out and running over it. An obscene moan came from the younger's throat, and Ryan cursed, his hand reaching down and tangling in Brendon's hair.
He really should've known, should've at least guessed, that Brendon would be a tease. He always was, even when fucking himself with some stupid toy on camera, he was a tease. So when he pulled off of Ryan and began to bite at the elder's hips, Ryan wanted to slap him. Brendon's hand curled around him, moving agonisingly slow, slick with saliva and flushed dark against his skin.
"Oh God - Bren -" Ryan sank his teeth into his lower lip, his hips bucking up against Brendon, who smirked against his stomach.
"C'mon, Ryan Ross." His voice was low, quiet, and he said the model's name in such a way that it made his breathing hitch and his heart stutter. "Moan like the slut you want to be."
"I don't wanna -" Brendon went down on him once more, the action getting a loud moan in response, and he could feel Brendon smile, feel him hum in approval.
And then he was gone, he was coming hard into a pornstar's mouth and he could see stars. He was pretty sure there was so much it would spill from Brendon's mouth, but he didn't care. He came down from his high, brushing his hair back from his face, just in time to see Brendon wipe his mouth and lean down, kissing him quickly before throwing him a wink and leaving the apartment.
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The Naked Truth [Ryden]
FanfictionThe sex industry was a dangerous place, everyone knew that. Sure, it had its perks, but for glamour model Ryan Ross, the only perk was being asked to partake in a photoshoot with gorgeous pornstar Brendon Urie, a man he both hated and admired. That...