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sonora_coneja) wrote2011-09-19 10:05 pm
sonora_coneja) wrote2011-09-19 10:05 pm
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Toy - Part Two
Pairing: Liam/Bradley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic use of eponymous toy
Summary:
When Liam comes to visit, they put that toy to good, good use.
Liam stretches his long limbs at the kitchen counter, finally uncramping from the day’s long flight back from Heathrow, pushing back from the gigantic, delicious, absurdly simple and almost entirely finished meal. “That was wonderful, lad. Really wonderful...”
“Mom did show me a few of her tricks,” Bradley replies, those blue eyes of his sparkling, and he makes a show of slowly slurping a noodle off his fork.
The older man smiles back. Only a week, barely more than a week, and he’s missed those eyes. Missed everything about his lover. Missed him more than he can say. More than he thought he would. Things are different now, now that they’ve worked out some of the rough bits, now that they’re living together. Partners, maybe. Means more than just fucking or dating. Means a lot more, and Liam’s grateful for every second of it. “She must be a good cook, your mum.”
“Amazing,” Bradley says, and sucks in another noodle. He’s full, Liam can tell from the way the lad’s playing with his food like this, but still. There’s something about watching round, long objects disappearing between those thin, wonderful lips... “Really amazing.”
Liam feels one of his hands twitch under the table, wanting to reach out and grab the lad and pull him close and kiss that happy little smirk right off his face. Just devour him, like they both just devoured the simple meal of carbonara pasta and green salad and fresh, homemade bread. It’s been five hours since the older actor left LAX, ninety minutes since he got here, and all he’s gotten in that time is a few playful slaps and not nearly enough kissing. Not nearly enough of anything. And he has plans for tonight...
“Brat,” he mutters, and the smile he gets as Bradley stands is dazzling.
“Want dessert?” Brad asks innoncently, like he’s not arching forward like that on purpose as he clears the plates.
Lad’s still trying to play it like he doesn’t know what’s going on, is he? Liam can work with that. “Yes, darling, dessert would be lovely.”
That ass wiggles, more than a little bit, in the loose cargo shorts Bradley’s wearing as he turns to the sink, depositing the dishes. “Have anything specifically in mind?” he calls, not looking back over his shoulder.
“Yes,” Liam says instantly, rising, prowling over. “Yes, I have something very specific in mind.”
Bradley’s got the faucet on and the dish soap out, water splashing down into the saucepan that’s already in there. “What was it? I’ll see what I can do...”
The older man growls in impatience, and steps forward, hugging the lad low around the waist, nipping at his ear as one hand slips down to palm his through the old khaki. “I was thinking you could serve it to me in bed...”
“It’ll make a mess if we do that,” Bradley protests, still cleaning his damn pan, but his breath is starting to hitch, and Liam grins to himself.
And grinds his growing erection forward, into the cleft of the American’s ass. “Good thing I’ll have my domestic goddess here to clean it up for me...”
“You wanna see me in the apron again?” Bradley replies, laughing and pushing back.
“Not tonight, lad. Tonight,” and he reaches forward, hauling his lover’s wet hands from the sink and turning him about, pressing him back against the cabinetry, “tonight I thought we could play with something else.”
Those sky-blue eyes widen for just a moment, and then Bradley grins his most devilish grin. “I was wondering what that was for.”
“I want to see it in you, want to see you bring yourself off,” Liam growls, not wanting to give too much away, not yet. Better to let the lad orgasm once or twice before bringing it up. He knows how adventurous Brad can be, but this will be a little different than some of the other things they’ve tried in the past. And besides, he’ll be more relaxed that way, be able to take it better. “Can you do that for me? Show me what you’ve learned with it over the last few days?”
Bradley nudges his face up, asking for a kiss that Liam gives him without question, and sucks on the Irishman’s lower lip as he pulls back again. “Our bed?”
“You have those red sheets out I asked you to buy yesterday?” he replies, running his hands down his lover’s body, feeling the slightest shudder there.
Bradley loves taking orders, Liam knows, and god help him, he’s always more than happy to give them. But after the little blow-up in New York, after he found out Brad was a bit confused about what that meant, what it meant about him and about them, they’ve agreed on some rules there. Outlined what is and isn’t allowed, just so there’s no confusion about where they stand with each other and the relationship. Happily, this sort of thing is fully within bounds.
“Do you?” He gets a nod in return. “Good,” he tells his boy, and slaps him lightly on the ass. “I’ll give you a minute head start. You better be naked by the time I get up there.”
“Love you, Liam,” Bradley says, hands caught between them, tugging a little on the older man’s open-necked shirt.
“Fifty-nine seconds,” Liam warns, and laughs as the lad bolts from the kitchen.
He follows at his leisure, forcing himself to take it slow, to give the lad the time he promised, and when he finally reaches the door of their bedroom, it’s worth it.
There Bradley is, stretched out full-length on his back on scarlet sheets, utterly naked, eyes shut, one arm under his head, one leg tucked up, falling open, and he’s running the tip of the vibrator around his left nipple.
Moaning.
“Bloody hell,” Liam groans, leaning against the door jamb, not moving in to the room yet. Bradley smiles at the sound of his voice, but doesn’t open his eyes.
Doesn’t look at all, as he drags the vibrating silicone all the way down his abs. Up and down his cock a few times, and Liam can feel his heart speeding up as the lad takes that other hand of his and slips it down underneath his ass. Can hear the moment Bradley slips a finger into himself. Can practically taste the way the lad’s lips flutter open in a silent whimper as he replaces that finger with the toy, and that’s about when Liam looses control.
“Don’t touch your cock,” he growls, watching that swollen, needy length quivering against his boy’s belly.
He slides over to the bed, pulling his shirt off and toeing his shoes away as his knees hit the edge, and that’s the first time he gets a little sliver of blue, Bradley watching him now through slittled lids as he works that vibrator in and out, one hand playing gently with his sac.
It is, Liam thinks, the most amazing thing he’s seen in a long, long time.
He lays down next to his lover, on his side, head propped up on an elbow, getting close enough for the younger man to feel his erection through his trousers. He slips a hand down flexing, ticklish abs, twining his fingers with Bradley’s, fondling his balls, ignoring his cock completely. Just for a moment before, savoring the shudder, licking the shell of his ear as he whispers, “is it on, darling?”
Bradley’s eyes lock with his instantly, and his beautiful lad shakes his head, biting his lower lip. “No...”
“Then we need to fix that, don’t we?” Liam purrs, and releases Bradley’s hand, moving to the handle of the toy where it’s pumping in and out of that sweet hole. “Wouldn’t you say, darling?”
“L-Liam...” Bradley moans.
Overstimulated already. It’s wonderful. So, so wonderful. Loving his boy, Liam leans over, kisses him gently.
And depressing that button, turns the vibrator on.
A loud, loud groan tears loose from Bradley, but Liam’s got no intention of letting him up. He lays his free hand down on the lad’s belly, feeling the ripples of pleasure running through his body. Kissing him, whispering to him soft encouragements, rutting into his side, until Bradley finally jams the toy up as far as it will go, rolls his balls once more, and comes with a surprisingly quiet cry. A sweet, delicious sound that Liam swallows down, even as his hand, right over Bradley’s navel, is covered in hot, hot pulses of semen.
“Beautiful, darling,” he praises, watching a smile, shaky from orgasm, creep over the lad’s face. “That was beautiful.”
“We’ve...we’ve been running that show every night at nine PM for the past week,” Bradley half-laughs, back still on the bed. “You should have stopped by.”
“I’d say I had front row seats for tonight’s performance,” Liam whispers back. “I’d say that’s been worth my wait.”
Bradley smiles. “God, Liam, yeah, but solo acts get boring after a while. Need that two-man production...”
“You’ll get it, darling, I swear.”
“Awesome,” the American says, the word smooth off his tongue.
But then Liam feels the vibrations stop, Bradley hitting the button again, and then the lad’s trying to pull it out. He catches his lover’s wrist, stopping him.
And gets a confused look in response.
“Liam, I thought we were going to...” and he squirms a bit. “Don’t you want to...I need you inside me...”
“No place I’d rather be, darling,” Liam replies, tracing the outlines of smooth, lean muscle under his lover’s pale skin with just the very lightest of touches, and dips his head to suck gently on a dark, hard nipple. The lad has to say yes. He really, really does Liam’s been dreaming about this all week. “My beautiful Bradley...”
Bradley looks at him, incredulous, and then his eyes go wide as he figures it out. “Wait, you mean... will you fit?”
“Oh yes. I’ll fit, don’t worry about that. Lots of slick, lots of prep, and this model of toy’s made for that. It’ll be heavenly, I swear. But only if you want me to.”
“You...you and the vibrator?” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “At the same time?”
Nervous now, Liam nods back. He wonders if he’s pushed this too far, if this is something he shouldn’t have asked. “Yes...”
A moment more of deliberation, and then Bradley nods, turning into him, cupping Liam’s now-throbbing erection through the fabric of his trousers. “Yeah. Oh yeah.”
He slides a hand across Bradley’s hip, cupping his ass, bringing them together, rotating that vibrator inside of him with slow pushes of his thumb. “You sure, darling? I don’t want to force you. Don’t think this is about that. I thought you might love it...”
“Yeah, it’ll be...it’ll be something new,” the younger man says, thumbing the line of Liam’s face, and he gets a little more certain. “It’ll be so full inside me. So big...”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Liam admits. “I know how much you love that.”
Bradley sighs again, and pushes up to kiss the Irishman lightly on the lips, falling over the top of him, pressing . “Okay, what do we need to do?
It’s Liam’s turn to shiver at that, the weight on his trapped cock driving his need higher. But first things first. He’s got to take care of Bradley. So he plays his fingernails up and down his lover’s back, rotating that toy again. “Where’s the slick, love?”
That gets him another kiss, Bradley grinding back down against his groin, grinning. “How about we get your pants off first? Feelin’ a little exposed here...”
“Sure you are,” Liam laughs back, and slaps the lad’s ass, rolling him off.
Bradley grins wider and snicks his button open, sliding his zipper down. Slowly, slowly, ass in the air, face right down by his clever hands. Liam’s having trouble breathing as the lad peels his pants away and mouths his filling, swelling cock through the tent of his briefs. He can see the handle of the vibrator still there, wiggling a little, a promise right in front of him as Bradley pulls his pants away.
He tosses them away somewhere behind him, and crawls back up into Liam’s lap, the older man’s hands closing down around that trim waist automatically. “That better, babe?” Bradley asks, running a hand up into Liam’s hair.
“Mmm,” Liam agrees, leaning back into the sensation of having his scalp massaged. “Wonderful.” But he’s on a mission here, and his cock is already leaking a bit between his and Bradley’s bellies, and the sooner he gets inside his lad, the better. “Where’s the slick?”
Bradley reaches across him, pulling open the top drawer and gesturing dramatically. “Pick your poison, Liam.”
And yeah, his lover’s got quite an assortment in here. Oils and gels and even one that looks like some kind of tingly thing, tube dented, like Bradley uses it on himself sometimes, and isn’t that interesting? Lad does love to experiment so. But those are questions for another day. Right now, Liam’s more focused on the white bottle with a label he recognizes, a brand he loves, and he grabs that up.
He settles himself back against the headboard, pulling Bradley back with him, the lad still straddling his hips. Liam touches the handle of the vibrator again. “Did you use anything on yourself with this, Brad?”
“I, oh god, Liam, can’t think...no, yes, lube?”
Liam chuckles. He loves it when the lad gets confused like this. “Slick,” he confirms.
“A little bit, before you came in. We keep me pretty stretched these days,” Bradley says. His eyes have gone dark. Needy lad, Liam thinks, but a twinge from his own cock tells him he’s probably got no room to talk here.
“You’ll need more,” Liam tells him, snapping the bottle open, behind Bradley’s back, and pouring a copious amount into his palm, working it slightly to warm it. “You’ll need a lot more for this.”
Bradley leans forward, hands to the headboard, ass tilting up, responding instantly, and this is the part that Liam loves the most. How they both know each other so well at this point, how confident his sweet lad’s becoming with all of this between them. How synched they’re becoming, in the bedroom and outside of it. It’s a beautiful thing. “So?” he asks now, wriggling a bit as he smashes Liam’s cock into his chest. “What are you waiting for?”
“Brat,” Liam grumbles, and kisses him as he slips a finger inside.
It’s hot and tight, the muscle already open around the vibrator. Liam made sure that it wasn’t too thick, and Bradley’s right, he has stayed nice and stretched. But he’s going to need more, a lot more.
They kiss, and kiss more, Bradley whimpering, hands slipping down to grab around Liam’s shoulders, Liam groaning as he gets a second finger inside his lad, and then a third, pushing as much slick inside as he can as he works that tight ring wide and loose. Sweat’s forming between them, rising as their skins heat against one another, with every shift and twist and subtle move. Or not so subtle. Bradley’s writhing in his lap and Liam can bring those three fingers together in one round, right next to the vibrator, and he pushes up, wanting to see if...
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Bradley gasps, head falling to Liam’s neck, spine curving out. “Oh, fuck, Liam...”
“Too much?” he asks, starting to pull out.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” the younger man replies breathlessly, biting powerlessly at Liam’s neck, gasping again. “Oh, feels so good...”
“You ready?” Liam whispers in his ear, kissing his cheek and sliding his fingers fully out this time. “You still want this?”
Bradley arches into him, and digs his hands into Liam’s back. “If you stop now, Neeson,” he says, voice shaking, “I will literally kill you.”
“Anything you say, Cooper,” Liam replies, and repositions them, his cock drooling a wet line across his lover’s skin as it slips around to spring up between those perfect, round cheeks. He needs this. Needs it right now. And even if the lad asked him to stop...well, Liam would probably take the vibrator out, but he fucking needs this. “I’m going to push in now,” he says, still trying to narrate. He has to make this good for Bradley. “You ready?”
“Just fuck me, babe.”
And that’s the last thing either of them say, because Liam’s lifting Bradley and pushing in, his cockhead popping through and it’s really to late to have second thoughts, because, yeah. It feels damn good.
Bradley’s whimpering now, past words, scrambling for some kind of purchase as Liam guides himself in, deeper and deeper, brushing velvety internal walls and the smooth, warmed silicone of the toy and over the nub of prostate, getting him a loud cry. He’s panting himself, nearly overcome by the tightness, the pressure against his already over-stimulated and over-hard cock. But he grits his teeth and holds on against the electricity shooting through his blood, white waves of mounting pleasure threatening to sweep him away, until he can sink all the way in.
He’s struggling himself, but Bradley’s worse off, his cock hard once again and trapped between them, leaking profusely, and he’s about ten seconds away from coming. Liam can tell. So he slips a hand between them, closing around the base of the lad’s cock, holding it off for the moment. And, kissing him once more, taking a grip around the base of the vibrator, drills up.
Bradley cries out.
So Liam does it again.
And again.
There’s a rhythm to this, maybe, but it’s not pretty. Liam doesn’t have a free hand to guide his movements, just the snap of his hips, trying to keep it gentle as he can, body already screaming for release and erratic. He follows it as best he can, pulling and pushing the toy in and out, not quite in line with his own thrusts, not quite in opposition. But he can only keep that up for a minute or two, his own orgasm imminent, Bradley’s cock soaking his hand, so, desperate, Liam does the only thing he can think to do.
He switches the vibrator on.
Bradley erupts almost instantly, jetting his release all over Liam’s belly, screaming as he comes and sort of collapsing into the older man’s arms, sobbing mindlessly.
Liam manages one or two more half-thrusts, and then he’s overcome, too, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He hugs Bradley tight and drives up hard into him and feels that explosion, seed pouring deep inside his boy’s body, the two of them connected, absolutely, utterly connected, as the world whites out and he tumbles away from it all.
He comes back to the feel of Bradley’s hands in his hair again, Bradley’s lips against his overheated skin, and rubs the younger man’s shoulder gently, still weak from the force of that orgasm. They’re still entangled, the vibrator still running. But it’s more painful now than pleasurable, so Liam switches it off and draws it out.
“Fuck...” Bradley groans, and the Irish actor realizes that white threads of his own release are pouring down those thighs, staining those lovely sheets dark. He looks mortified, staring down at the mess, but Liam pushes that fine chin up, softening cock still inside. “Jeez, I’m...”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” the older man murmurs, dragging a finger across the white dripping down his lover’s skin. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re, well...that’s my fault.”
Bradley nods, and sighs, and nuzzles Liam’s shoulder, letting his legs fall open and pull them apart. “That,” he says, yawning a bit, “was fucking amazing.”
Everything with you is amazing, Liam thinks, but doesn’t say that. Instead, he just kisses Bradley again, and dips a hand between him and the bed. “Bathroom, now, lad. You’re going to need it after that.”
He groans and clenches his thighs together, wincing. He’s sore. Of course he is. But it’s only going to worse, later. “I don’t think I can stand up for a shower.”
“Can you get up now?”
Bradley pushes up into a sit, legs curled behind him, and nods. “A little bit, sure.”
Liam smiles, and gets up. Shaky, but he’s up and he pulls Bradley up with him, taking most of his weight. “Then we’ll have ourselves a bath, shall we?”
Bradley lays a hand over the older man’s chest, petting softly as he lets himself be led to the bathroom. “You’re too good to me, Liam,” he murmurs.
A little taken aback by the weight, the sheer amazement, in those few words, Liam looks down, into a pair of happy, sated, exhausted blue eyes, and shakes his head. “You’re worth it, darling,” he says simply, meaning it with everything he has.
Bradley yawns again, and snugs in, and Liam hugs him tighter.
Yes, he thinks, worth every second.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic use of eponymous toy
Summary:
When Liam comes to visit, they put that toy to good, good use.
Liam stretches his long limbs at the kitchen counter, finally uncramping from the day’s long flight back from Heathrow, pushing back from the gigantic, delicious, absurdly simple and almost entirely finished meal. “That was wonderful, lad. Really wonderful...”
“Mom did show me a few of her tricks,” Bradley replies, those blue eyes of his sparkling, and he makes a show of slowly slurping a noodle off his fork.
The older man smiles back. Only a week, barely more than a week, and he’s missed those eyes. Missed everything about his lover. Missed him more than he can say. More than he thought he would. Things are different now, now that they’ve worked out some of the rough bits, now that they’re living together. Partners, maybe. Means more than just fucking or dating. Means a lot more, and Liam’s grateful for every second of it. “She must be a good cook, your mum.”
“Amazing,” Bradley says, and sucks in another noodle. He’s full, Liam can tell from the way the lad’s playing with his food like this, but still. There’s something about watching round, long objects disappearing between those thin, wonderful lips... “Really amazing.”
Liam feels one of his hands twitch under the table, wanting to reach out and grab the lad and pull him close and kiss that happy little smirk right off his face. Just devour him, like they both just devoured the simple meal of carbonara pasta and green salad and fresh, homemade bread. It’s been five hours since the older actor left LAX, ninety minutes since he got here, and all he’s gotten in that time is a few playful slaps and not nearly enough kissing. Not nearly enough of anything. And he has plans for tonight...
“Brat,” he mutters, and the smile he gets as Bradley stands is dazzling.
“Want dessert?” Brad asks innoncently, like he’s not arching forward like that on purpose as he clears the plates.
Lad’s still trying to play it like he doesn’t know what’s going on, is he? Liam can work with that. “Yes, darling, dessert would be lovely.”
That ass wiggles, more than a little bit, in the loose cargo shorts Bradley’s wearing as he turns to the sink, depositing the dishes. “Have anything specifically in mind?” he calls, not looking back over his shoulder.
“Yes,” Liam says instantly, rising, prowling over. “Yes, I have something very specific in mind.”
Bradley’s got the faucet on and the dish soap out, water splashing down into the saucepan that’s already in there. “What was it? I’ll see what I can do...”
The older man growls in impatience, and steps forward, hugging the lad low around the waist, nipping at his ear as one hand slips down to palm his through the old khaki. “I was thinking you could serve it to me in bed...”
“It’ll make a mess if we do that,” Bradley protests, still cleaning his damn pan, but his breath is starting to hitch, and Liam grins to himself.
And grinds his growing erection forward, into the cleft of the American’s ass. “Good thing I’ll have my domestic goddess here to clean it up for me...”
“You wanna see me in the apron again?” Bradley replies, laughing and pushing back.
“Not tonight, lad. Tonight,” and he reaches forward, hauling his lover’s wet hands from the sink and turning him about, pressing him back against the cabinetry, “tonight I thought we could play with something else.”
Those sky-blue eyes widen for just a moment, and then Bradley grins his most devilish grin. “I was wondering what that was for.”
“I want to see it in you, want to see you bring yourself off,” Liam growls, not wanting to give too much away, not yet. Better to let the lad orgasm once or twice before bringing it up. He knows how adventurous Brad can be, but this will be a little different than some of the other things they’ve tried in the past. And besides, he’ll be more relaxed that way, be able to take it better. “Can you do that for me? Show me what you’ve learned with it over the last few days?”
Bradley nudges his face up, asking for a kiss that Liam gives him without question, and sucks on the Irishman’s lower lip as he pulls back again. “Our bed?”
“You have those red sheets out I asked you to buy yesterday?” he replies, running his hands down his lover’s body, feeling the slightest shudder there.
Bradley loves taking orders, Liam knows, and god help him, he’s always more than happy to give them. But after the little blow-up in New York, after he found out Brad was a bit confused about what that meant, what it meant about him and about them, they’ve agreed on some rules there. Outlined what is and isn’t allowed, just so there’s no confusion about where they stand with each other and the relationship. Happily, this sort of thing is fully within bounds.
“Do you?” He gets a nod in return. “Good,” he tells his boy, and slaps him lightly on the ass. “I’ll give you a minute head start. You better be naked by the time I get up there.”
“Love you, Liam,” Bradley says, hands caught between them, tugging a little on the older man’s open-necked shirt.
“Fifty-nine seconds,” Liam warns, and laughs as the lad bolts from the kitchen.
He follows at his leisure, forcing himself to take it slow, to give the lad the time he promised, and when he finally reaches the door of their bedroom, it’s worth it.
There Bradley is, stretched out full-length on his back on scarlet sheets, utterly naked, eyes shut, one arm under his head, one leg tucked up, falling open, and he’s running the tip of the vibrator around his left nipple.
Moaning.
“Bloody hell,” Liam groans, leaning against the door jamb, not moving in to the room yet. Bradley smiles at the sound of his voice, but doesn’t open his eyes.
Doesn’t look at all, as he drags the vibrating silicone all the way down his abs. Up and down his cock a few times, and Liam can feel his heart speeding up as the lad takes that other hand of his and slips it down underneath his ass. Can hear the moment Bradley slips a finger into himself. Can practically taste the way the lad’s lips flutter open in a silent whimper as he replaces that finger with the toy, and that’s about when Liam looses control.
“Don’t touch your cock,” he growls, watching that swollen, needy length quivering against his boy’s belly.
He slides over to the bed, pulling his shirt off and toeing his shoes away as his knees hit the edge, and that’s the first time he gets a little sliver of blue, Bradley watching him now through slittled lids as he works that vibrator in and out, one hand playing gently with his sac.
It is, Liam thinks, the most amazing thing he’s seen in a long, long time.
He lays down next to his lover, on his side, head propped up on an elbow, getting close enough for the younger man to feel his erection through his trousers. He slips a hand down flexing, ticklish abs, twining his fingers with Bradley’s, fondling his balls, ignoring his cock completely. Just for a moment before, savoring the shudder, licking the shell of his ear as he whispers, “is it on, darling?”
Bradley’s eyes lock with his instantly, and his beautiful lad shakes his head, biting his lower lip. “No...”
“Then we need to fix that, don’t we?” Liam purrs, and releases Bradley’s hand, moving to the handle of the toy where it’s pumping in and out of that sweet hole. “Wouldn’t you say, darling?”
“L-Liam...” Bradley moans.
Overstimulated already. It’s wonderful. So, so wonderful. Loving his boy, Liam leans over, kisses him gently.
And depressing that button, turns the vibrator on.
A loud, loud groan tears loose from Bradley, but Liam’s got no intention of letting him up. He lays his free hand down on the lad’s belly, feeling the ripples of pleasure running through his body. Kissing him, whispering to him soft encouragements, rutting into his side, until Bradley finally jams the toy up as far as it will go, rolls his balls once more, and comes with a surprisingly quiet cry. A sweet, delicious sound that Liam swallows down, even as his hand, right over Bradley’s navel, is covered in hot, hot pulses of semen.
“Beautiful, darling,” he praises, watching a smile, shaky from orgasm, creep over the lad’s face. “That was beautiful.”
“We’ve...we’ve been running that show every night at nine PM for the past week,” Bradley half-laughs, back still on the bed. “You should have stopped by.”
“I’d say I had front row seats for tonight’s performance,” Liam whispers back. “I’d say that’s been worth my wait.”
Bradley smiles. “God, Liam, yeah, but solo acts get boring after a while. Need that two-man production...”
“You’ll get it, darling, I swear.”
“Awesome,” the American says, the word smooth off his tongue.
But then Liam feels the vibrations stop, Bradley hitting the button again, and then the lad’s trying to pull it out. He catches his lover’s wrist, stopping him.
And gets a confused look in response.
“Liam, I thought we were going to...” and he squirms a bit. “Don’t you want to...I need you inside me...”
“No place I’d rather be, darling,” Liam replies, tracing the outlines of smooth, lean muscle under his lover’s pale skin with just the very lightest of touches, and dips his head to suck gently on a dark, hard nipple. The lad has to say yes. He really, really does Liam’s been dreaming about this all week. “My beautiful Bradley...”
Bradley looks at him, incredulous, and then his eyes go wide as he figures it out. “Wait, you mean... will you fit?”
“Oh yes. I’ll fit, don’t worry about that. Lots of slick, lots of prep, and this model of toy’s made for that. It’ll be heavenly, I swear. But only if you want me to.”
“You...you and the vibrator?” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “At the same time?”
Nervous now, Liam nods back. He wonders if he’s pushed this too far, if this is something he shouldn’t have asked. “Yes...”
A moment more of deliberation, and then Bradley nods, turning into him, cupping Liam’s now-throbbing erection through the fabric of his trousers. “Yeah. Oh yeah.”
He slides a hand across Bradley’s hip, cupping his ass, bringing them together, rotating that vibrator inside of him with slow pushes of his thumb. “You sure, darling? I don’t want to force you. Don’t think this is about that. I thought you might love it...”
“Yeah, it’ll be...it’ll be something new,” the younger man says, thumbing the line of Liam’s face, and he gets a little more certain. “It’ll be so full inside me. So big...”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Liam admits. “I know how much you love that.”
Bradley sighs again, and pushes up to kiss the Irishman lightly on the lips, falling over the top of him, pressing . “Okay, what do we need to do?
It’s Liam’s turn to shiver at that, the weight on his trapped cock driving his need higher. But first things first. He’s got to take care of Bradley. So he plays his fingernails up and down his lover’s back, rotating that toy again. “Where’s the slick, love?”
That gets him another kiss, Bradley grinding back down against his groin, grinning. “How about we get your pants off first? Feelin’ a little exposed here...”
“Sure you are,” Liam laughs back, and slaps the lad’s ass, rolling him off.
Bradley grins wider and snicks his button open, sliding his zipper down. Slowly, slowly, ass in the air, face right down by his clever hands. Liam’s having trouble breathing as the lad peels his pants away and mouths his filling, swelling cock through the tent of his briefs. He can see the handle of the vibrator still there, wiggling a little, a promise right in front of him as Bradley pulls his pants away.
He tosses them away somewhere behind him, and crawls back up into Liam’s lap, the older man’s hands closing down around that trim waist automatically. “That better, babe?” Bradley asks, running a hand up into Liam’s hair.
“Mmm,” Liam agrees, leaning back into the sensation of having his scalp massaged. “Wonderful.” But he’s on a mission here, and his cock is already leaking a bit between his and Bradley’s bellies, and the sooner he gets inside his lad, the better. “Where’s the slick?”
Bradley reaches across him, pulling open the top drawer and gesturing dramatically. “Pick your poison, Liam.”
And yeah, his lover’s got quite an assortment in here. Oils and gels and even one that looks like some kind of tingly thing, tube dented, like Bradley uses it on himself sometimes, and isn’t that interesting? Lad does love to experiment so. But those are questions for another day. Right now, Liam’s more focused on the white bottle with a label he recognizes, a brand he loves, and he grabs that up.
He settles himself back against the headboard, pulling Bradley back with him, the lad still straddling his hips. Liam touches the handle of the vibrator again. “Did you use anything on yourself with this, Brad?”
“I, oh god, Liam, can’t think...no, yes, lube?”
Liam chuckles. He loves it when the lad gets confused like this. “Slick,” he confirms.
“A little bit, before you came in. We keep me pretty stretched these days,” Bradley says. His eyes have gone dark. Needy lad, Liam thinks, but a twinge from his own cock tells him he’s probably got no room to talk here.
“You’ll need more,” Liam tells him, snapping the bottle open, behind Bradley’s back, and pouring a copious amount into his palm, working it slightly to warm it. “You’ll need a lot more for this.”
Bradley leans forward, hands to the headboard, ass tilting up, responding instantly, and this is the part that Liam loves the most. How they both know each other so well at this point, how confident his sweet lad’s becoming with all of this between them. How synched they’re becoming, in the bedroom and outside of it. It’s a beautiful thing. “So?” he asks now, wriggling a bit as he smashes Liam’s cock into his chest. “What are you waiting for?”
“Brat,” Liam grumbles, and kisses him as he slips a finger inside.
It’s hot and tight, the muscle already open around the vibrator. Liam made sure that it wasn’t too thick, and Bradley’s right, he has stayed nice and stretched. But he’s going to need more, a lot more.
They kiss, and kiss more, Bradley whimpering, hands slipping down to grab around Liam’s shoulders, Liam groaning as he gets a second finger inside his lad, and then a third, pushing as much slick inside as he can as he works that tight ring wide and loose. Sweat’s forming between them, rising as their skins heat against one another, with every shift and twist and subtle move. Or not so subtle. Bradley’s writhing in his lap and Liam can bring those three fingers together in one round, right next to the vibrator, and he pushes up, wanting to see if...
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Bradley gasps, head falling to Liam’s neck, spine curving out. “Oh, fuck, Liam...”
“Too much?” he asks, starting to pull out.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” the younger man replies breathlessly, biting powerlessly at Liam’s neck, gasping again. “Oh, feels so good...”
“You ready?” Liam whispers in his ear, kissing his cheek and sliding his fingers fully out this time. “You still want this?”
Bradley arches into him, and digs his hands into Liam’s back. “If you stop now, Neeson,” he says, voice shaking, “I will literally kill you.”
“Anything you say, Cooper,” Liam replies, and repositions them, his cock drooling a wet line across his lover’s skin as it slips around to spring up between those perfect, round cheeks. He needs this. Needs it right now. And even if the lad asked him to stop...well, Liam would probably take the vibrator out, but he fucking needs this. “I’m going to push in now,” he says, still trying to narrate. He has to make this good for Bradley. “You ready?”
“Just fuck me, babe.”
And that’s the last thing either of them say, because Liam’s lifting Bradley and pushing in, his cockhead popping through and it’s really to late to have second thoughts, because, yeah. It feels damn good.
Bradley’s whimpering now, past words, scrambling for some kind of purchase as Liam guides himself in, deeper and deeper, brushing velvety internal walls and the smooth, warmed silicone of the toy and over the nub of prostate, getting him a loud cry. He’s panting himself, nearly overcome by the tightness, the pressure against his already over-stimulated and over-hard cock. But he grits his teeth and holds on against the electricity shooting through his blood, white waves of mounting pleasure threatening to sweep him away, until he can sink all the way in.
He’s struggling himself, but Bradley’s worse off, his cock hard once again and trapped between them, leaking profusely, and he’s about ten seconds away from coming. Liam can tell. So he slips a hand between them, closing around the base of the lad’s cock, holding it off for the moment. And, kissing him once more, taking a grip around the base of the vibrator, drills up.
Bradley cries out.
So Liam does it again.
And again.
There’s a rhythm to this, maybe, but it’s not pretty. Liam doesn’t have a free hand to guide his movements, just the snap of his hips, trying to keep it gentle as he can, body already screaming for release and erratic. He follows it as best he can, pulling and pushing the toy in and out, not quite in line with his own thrusts, not quite in opposition. But he can only keep that up for a minute or two, his own orgasm imminent, Bradley’s cock soaking his hand, so, desperate, Liam does the only thing he can think to do.
He switches the vibrator on.
Bradley erupts almost instantly, jetting his release all over Liam’s belly, screaming as he comes and sort of collapsing into the older man’s arms, sobbing mindlessly.
Liam manages one or two more half-thrusts, and then he’s overcome, too, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He hugs Bradley tight and drives up hard into him and feels that explosion, seed pouring deep inside his boy’s body, the two of them connected, absolutely, utterly connected, as the world whites out and he tumbles away from it all.
He comes back to the feel of Bradley’s hands in his hair again, Bradley’s lips against his overheated skin, and rubs the younger man’s shoulder gently, still weak from the force of that orgasm. They’re still entangled, the vibrator still running. But it’s more painful now than pleasurable, so Liam switches it off and draws it out.
“Fuck...” Bradley groans, and the Irish actor realizes that white threads of his own release are pouring down those thighs, staining those lovely sheets dark. He looks mortified, staring down at the mess, but Liam pushes that fine chin up, softening cock still inside. “Jeez, I’m...”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” the older man murmurs, dragging a finger across the white dripping down his lover’s skin. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re, well...that’s my fault.”
Bradley nods, and sighs, and nuzzles Liam’s shoulder, letting his legs fall open and pull them apart. “That,” he says, yawning a bit, “was fucking amazing.”
Everything with you is amazing, Liam thinks, but doesn’t say that. Instead, he just kisses Bradley again, and dips a hand between him and the bed. “Bathroom, now, lad. You’re going to need it after that.”
He groans and clenches his thighs together, wincing. He’s sore. Of course he is. But it’s only going to worse, later. “I don’t think I can stand up for a shower.”
“Can you get up now?”
Bradley pushes up into a sit, legs curled behind him, and nods. “A little bit, sure.”
Liam smiles, and gets up. Shaky, but he’s up and he pulls Bradley up with him, taking most of his weight. “Then we’ll have ourselves a bath, shall we?”
Bradley lays a hand over the older man’s chest, petting softly as he lets himself be led to the bathroom. “You’re too good to me, Liam,” he murmurs.
A little taken aback by the weight, the sheer amazement, in those few words, Liam looks down, into a pair of happy, sated, exhausted blue eyes, and shakes his head. “You’re worth it, darling,” he says simply, meaning it with everything he has.
Bradley yawns again, and snugs in, and Liam hugs him tighter.
Yes, he thinks, worth every second.
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The sec is awesome. :)
and they're so cute together.
you write them very well.
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What a way to go. *falls over*
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;D
Glad you liked! Somebody asked for it and, well...I couldn't not! Couldn't get the mental image out of my head for daaaaaaaaays.