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Crave To Do it Again - Chapter 1

Lee's really impressed after Neal punched his neighbor for him. They frot then they bang!!! (Chapter 1 is only banging. Frotting comes first.)

Baby's first fanfic that isn't reader insert. I started on this immediately after watching episode five. I couldn't help myself. I'm just now on the 2nd season so no spoilers pls x. I just finished the spring semester of college so I'll be starting on chapter 2 very soon. Title from Crave by Paramore bcs I've been listening a lot recently. Anyways enough yapping, this is just a silly little thing hope you enjoy!

Neal, for the first time in several years, finally has someone he considers a friend. They rag on each other, sure, but now they sometimes eat lunch together and sometimes talk about something other than taking down Belinda. It's nice. He gets to talk about his daughter and his disciplinary action and his weekend plans. (he makes them up more often than not.) Lee compliments him from time to time for fucks sake. Calls him a "beast" in a hyping up sort of way. Tells him he's the man whenever he does something right.

Neal felt proud of himself when he punched that fucking guy for him. He'd do it again.

It's just, there's been a bizarre turn of events lately. It made sense, kinda.

They were out in the woods as usual, Lee took a long drag off his cigarette, and his eyes kept darting to Neil. The man, usually so self assured, seemed shifty. Strung out. A vein popped out of his forehead and his breaths were ragged. "Fuck's your problem? You’re freaking me out." Neil asked. "I don't have no damn problem. Fatass." Lee whispered the insult as an afterthought.

"Don't get sassy with me, bitch."

Lee sighed and tossed his cigarette on the forest floor, grounding his heel into it. "Neal, when's the last time you had a- a release?"

"Like pee? Just now. Behind that tree there before you got here." He gestured to a tree that Lee realized he was standing much too close to.

"No you fuckin’-" He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh. "I mean sex! Have you fucked Miss Snodgrass yet or something?"

"Why the hell do you wanna know about that?"

Lee pursed his lips giving Neal an annoyed look.

"Well if you must know. No. I haven't done it with anyone in at least a month." That was always Neal's answer whenever someone asked him that question. Not that it was asked often what with the lack of friends and all. At least a month was actually the understatement of the year. A year would've been more accurate, honestly. The weird little tryst he had with that teacher at the historical field trip was a mistake, therefore, it didn't count. Didn't feel like a release, anyway. It left him more frustrated if anything.

"Mm. Longer than a month, I bet. That's why you're so tense."

Neal gave him a questioning look. What the fuck is it to you?

"It's been a while for me too. That's what I'm getting at."

"Ok. So - what do you want to go to a bar together or something? See if we can both find someone? Wait a damn minute you're married. What do you want marriage advice? I know many things, Lee. Many, many things. Probably more than you. But I-"

"Oh my God in heaven. Shut the fuck up!"

They both frowned at each other. Had he shouted at Neal like that a month ago, they'd have been chasing each other around, one throwing things at the other.

Lee groaned. He was starting to regret this, and he hadn't even gone through with it yet.

"Neal do you know what a lavender marriage is?"

Instantly, Neal replied with "Yes," followed by, "Yes. But refresh my memory."

"Liar. It's essentially when a lesbian and a gay man marry each other."

"I don't follow."

Lee thought maybe he just needed to wait a few moments. He'd turn the idea around in his head a few times and understand what he was trying to imply. Of course, that wasn't what happened. They stood in silence for almost a full minute.

"Christ. I am gay. Our little operation has been time consuming, and I haven't had sex in a long, long, time. And I think you and I could, um, could help each other out in more ways than one."

"Why the fuck would you marry a woman?"

"I don't want to talk about that right now you damn oaf."

Neal crossed his arms, skeptical. "You kissed her. I saw."

"Well it wasn't sexually charged. I was just happy is all. We kiss all the time. It's just like hugging for us I don't know. And it helps us convince her ghoul of a mother. It was- God damn, I ain't got to explain shit to you anyway." Lee forced himself to stop and take a breath. His hands were on his hips and his face was flushing. He knew if he didn't stop now he'd go on a whole tirade about how dumb he thought Neal was.

"Well whatever. I always thought you were at least a little gay. I'm not though."

"I think you are. At least a little," Lee replied, smugly throwing Neil's words back at him. The truth was, the little file he had on Neal showed a barebones Grindr profile that was up for five whole minutes. He was too scared to even put his profile picture on it. The gay porn he found on Neal’s search history when he broke into his sad little apartment was just the icing on the cake.

Neal looked troubled, he avoided his business partner's eyes and stared at the dirty mattress on the ground.

"Oh come on. People think we're fucking anyway."

"No they do not." He knew they did.

"They do. Especially after you acted all jealous and pouty when I was hanging out with that fine arts fucker."

Lee huffed. "Just. Listen. If you'd have asked me like two weeks ago if I wanted to fuck you I'd have said 'fuck no. not your fat ass. absolutely not.'"

Lee paused for a moment, noticing Neal look offended.

"It was the neighbor. When he hit me, I thought he was gonna kill me. Then you showed up and knocked that baboon out in one punch and all I could think was 'damn, I kinda want this asshole to fuck me' Then when I went home I thought - y'know he hit me hard as shit - i thought maybe I was concussed. Y'know not thinking straight and shit. So I decided to wait till I was all better. And here I am, compos mentis, still thinking about what sex with you would be like."

Neal stood perfectly still for a few moments. Face unreadable.

Lee thought maybe he was making a huge mistake. At best, Neal would leave him there in the woods and never speak to him again. Even call off their whole alliance. Then what?

The other vice principal was thinking long and hard. He thought about an instance a little over a decade ago in which his ex-wife was almost mugged outside. He beat the shit out of the guy. Him and Gale were happy back then. The satisfaction he got from protecting his wife was the ultimate high. He felt like a good husband. He felt like a man. He was horny out of his mind, too. That was the night his daughter was conceived, actually. He felt the exact same way when he decked that asshole for Lee.

To add insult to injury, there was an incident a few weeks ago. When he saw the way Lee spit in his mother-in-law's tea. Had it been anyone else he'd have been disgusted. But it was Lee, and instead of gagging or calling him a jackass Neil got hard so quick he felt lightheaded. He left pretty quickly after that, willing his shameful boner to go away before he decided to take care of it. He wasn't thinking when he made the Grindr profile afterwards. Just horny delirium. If it came down to it, he could say a kid did it to him as a prank.

Fuck it, Neal thought. Nobody would know.

"You're not fucking me in the ass."

Relief and satisfaction washed over Lee. I will. Just not today, he thought. Honestly, he had a few sexual feelings about Neal here and there before the neighbor incident. When they trashed Belinda's house, for example. He loved the feeling of coaxing Neal to do something naughty. He only burned the place down to stop himself from asking Neal if he wanted to fuck in her California king.

The tension between them had been building and now it was finally boiling over. This was the natural next step.

"So how do you wanna do this - just, like, up against that tree there?" Neal pointed to the tree he pissed on and Lee decided to take the reigns so he wouldn't have to hear anymore of his bright ideas.

"I know it's gross but it's the safest option." Lee pointed to the mattress.

"Fucking ew. You seem like a germ freak. Why the hell would we do that? Can't you just wait until after school? Or do you want me to ravage you that badly?” Neal smirked and cocked his head, frustratingly smug.

Yes, Lee wanted to fuck him that badly, but he didn't want to admit it. Him using the word "ravage" almost made him change his mind, anyway.

He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well fuckin - let me smell it at least. Maybe it's not that bad." It was. He got close and got a strong whiff of piss and mildew and gagged. "Never-goddamn-mind."

"Should we just wait then?"

"Yeah I guess." He looked at the ground, pouting, willing his erection to go away.

Neal found that he didn't want to wait either. "Maybe there's other shit we could do? We still have fifteen minutes before we have to be back."

He walked towards Lee and touched his forearm, suddenly shy.

Lee looked up at him, their faces close.

Fuck it.

He lunged forward and nipped Neal’s lip, pulling him into a proper kiss before the older man could complain about the sting.

“We can just sword fight for now to tide us over then fuck after school if you’re still up for it,” Lee panted between kisses.

Neal looked confused again. Or rather, poorly feigned it.

“Oh please. I know you know what that is.”

Neal rolled his eyes and went in for another kiss. Lee tasted like cigarettes and caramel coffee creamer.

Unable to wait any longer, Lee dug his long fingers into the fat of Neal’s ass, pulling him forward to give them both some much needed friction.

“Through the pants?” Neal asked, worried about ruining his slacks. He had a reputation to uphold. If he came back in the building with a new pair of pants, one of those shithead kids would say “Mr. Gamby pissed his pants!” Or something.

“Just pull ‘em down. Around your knees,” Lee rasped. Neal complied wordlessly.

Lee made a small, low noise in the back of his throat at the sight of Neal’s cock. A nice average length of what looked like 6 inches but thick as hell. He felt like he struck gold.

“Like what you see?” Neal asked, smirking.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lee rasped as he pulled his pants down in record speed.

Neal was in a similar state of shock when he saw what Lee was packing. Long and vascular with a neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base.

"Woah," he said under his breath. Lee mercifully didn't tease him for it.

"As much as I wanna take my time we need to make this quick," Lee panted.

He moved impossibly closer to Neal, their cocks finally pushed together. They both hissed from the minimal friction, leaking precum from their tips.

"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing," Neal said. Watching it was much, much easier than actually doing it.

Lee sighed and rolled his eyes, pretending to be put-upon. He cupped both of their lengths in his right hand as best as he could and found it wasn't slick enough.

"Hold on a sec." He backed up from Neal just a few inches, far enough that he could grab the other man's cock without difficulty. He spit into his palm and wrapped it around Neal's tip, slowly spreading it down his girthy shaft.

Neal's breath hitched. He wasn't going to last long. "Hurry the fuck up Russel," he hissed.

Lee meanly squeezed the base of his cock, secretly delighted to see a bead of precum bubble up from it.

Neal let out a high pitched keen at the sensation, regretting it as soon as it hit his own ears.

"Yeah, you seem like the type to whine, Gamby."

Lee leaned forward again and dragged his sharp teeth down the bigger man's jaw, earning a shaky sigh. He wished they had more time. He wanted to see just how sensitive Mr. Macho Man really was.

Lee's cock stood neglected, steadily leaking precum. Neal was too afraid to touch it, presumably. That was okay with him. He would soon enough.

Neal thrusted his cock forward, wordlessly asking for more. Lee instantly obliged, desperate for some contact.

He slotted their dicks together and locked eyes with Neal as he began moving hips, imploring him to kiss him or bite him or something for fucks sake.

"Fuckin'-" Neal cut him off by lunging at his throat, biting at it the way he would a woman's. He placed his hands on Lee's narrow hips, and Lee made it a point to not think about how large his hands looked on his body. His thick hips suddenly stuttered into action, matching Lee's speed.

Lee let out a startled gasp, enjoying the heat of his colleague's mouth combined with the added pressure against his throbbing length. He really, really liked the neck biting, but not during a quickie in which he had somewhere to be in 8 minutes, and certainly not at work.

"Hey. Stop that. I don't want a hickie, now!" He didn't sound very convincing.

"Why not? You can just say your wife gave it to you." Neal muttered this against his neck, deciding that the taste of his friend was too good to let go of.

"You are so fucking stupid you know that?" Lee grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of Neal's neck and yanked his head away from his neck, praying he hadn't done enough damage for it to bruise.

Their lips crashed together again, this time with Lee's tongue forcing it's way into Neal's mouth.

Both of their hips sped up, their sensitive frenulums grinding together.

Lee wasn't sure about Neal, but he was very close and unwilling to stave off his orgasm. He decided he'd try to make the other man cum first.

Lee always kept his nails perfectly manicured. They were short but sharp, and could do some damage when he wanted them to. This was a gamble, but he figured the shock would be enough to make Neal cum. He sped up his hips again, this time Neal struggled to keep up but was clearly enjoying it if his breathy moans were anything to go by. Lee shifted his hands from Neal's hips to ass, then dug his fingernails into the flesh there, cruelly pulling him forward, their hips now flush with each other.

He slowed his hips down to a snail's pace - their proximity made it hard to do much else - and continued to dig his nails into Neil's ass.

"Ow! What the fuck? You rude little -" Neal cut himself off with a shocked gasp, his orgasm violently punched out of him. His grip on Lee's hips tightened as his legs shook. He managed to lift the other man off the ground just slightly, using him to ride out the last of his orgasm. Lee came almost immediately at that, liking when Neal showed his strength.

Lightheaded, Neal gently put Lee back down, and they gazed at each other, now sweaty and shocked.

"Oh, shit." Neal said, glancing down.

"What?" For a split second, Lee worried that they were caught.

Both of their pants were utterly ruined, covered in each other's cum.

"Fuck. Okay, I'll leave first. I guess we both have to change our fuckin' pants." Lee pulled up his tight dress pants, wincing at the tacky sensation of drying cum against his skin.

...

As the day progressed, one little shit did indeed accuse Neal of pissing his pants. He was tempted to say "No, you fucker, I actually got laid, something you'd know nothing about." but decided against it.

Honestly, they were both having the hardest afternoon of their lives. They avoided each other like the plague, trying not to jump each other's bones again. The other teachers knew something was up when they crossed paths in the break room and didn't insult one another once.

How were they supposed to make it to the end of the day, when the real fun would begin?

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phatm0th · 4 months ago

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Reader catches Brahms touching himself. They bang!!

Hiii!! It has been a while since i wrote a full fanfic! I’ve been busy with college. I haven’t come across a freaky brahms fic in a while so i figured this would be the lucky post that made it outta the drafts. Anyways yeah, not my best work but im ovulating. What can you expect? This is just gratuitous smut. Sorry. I hope you like it anyway!

As always, reader is written as chubby but all can enjoy! ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64812139

MDNI! NSFW. 18+

You discovered Brahms all on your own. With your clothes and food from the fridge going missing and creepy bumps in the night and the undeniable, chilling feeling of being watched constantly you were able to put two and two together. You weren’t sure what to do at first but you surmised that his parents weren’t coming back and you were starting to like him and the financial stability so you stayed.

After months of living with him you like to think you made progress with him. He gained a bit of weight because you were cooking him meals fit for an adult man. He became softer, belly hairy with a layer of muscle underneath. He was better about his hygiene, too. He wore clean clothes and showered. His hair had grown a bit longer and it wasn’t greasy and tangled anymore. You convinced him to sleep in an actual bed in an actual bedroom rather than a raw mattress in the fucking walls. He willingly helped with household chores. You showed him some of your hobbies so that he had something to do while you were away or just busy.

Somehow, it worked. It was all so domestic.

One night, you were half asleep as you heard the bedroom door open. You felt a flash of panic, remembering the time before, when you weren’t aware of his existence. “Brahms?” you called, voice thick with sleep. “Can’t sleep,” he said in that small voice. You slowly sat up and patted the bed, inviting him in.

Within the next few minutes he lay beside you, soft snores muffled by his mask. He had never crossed that boundary before. There had been times when he fell asleep in the library while he watched you read, sure. But this was more intimate. You turned your back to Brahms, trying not to stare at his sleeping form.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Brahms attractive. You did, especially after “fixing” him. There were just so many risks. What if he didn’t like women your size? What if he didn’t like women at all? What if he saw you as a maternal figure, despite you being close in age? If you decided to tell him how you felt, and it wasn’t reciprocated, what would happen? He would clam up. Likely kick you out, or go back into the walls.

You ignored your feelings for him as you did with every other crush and infatuation in your life, and tried to go back to sleep.

You woke up to a sliver of sunlight on your face. You were going to get up and adjust the curtains, planning to go back to sleep for another hour or two, but you found it hard to move. You looked down and saw his large hands wrapped around your soft tummy. You felt his slow, deep breaths against your neck and turned your head to see his peaceful face, sans mask, which you assumed he placed on the nightstand.

You didn’t mind this. You rolled over to face him so the sun wouldn’t be in your face, and went back to sleep.

You were stirred awake again, this time from the bed shaking, just barely. His voice was deep and shaky. You could tell he was trying his best to be quiet but he couldn’t help tiny moans and whines from escaping. His back was turned to you and you saw his hips slowly moving back and forth.

“Brahms?” His hips stilled. He became as quiet as a mouse. “Brahms I know what you were doing.” You felt a powerful throb in between your thick thighs, wondering if you caused him to feel that way.

“Please don’t be mad, I couldn’t help it!” he whined guiltily. “It’s fine Brahms, it’s natural.” You hoped it was because of you, but realistically it was probably just morning wood. You imagined his prudish parents made him ashamed of his body as he grew up. You wanted to reassure him, let him know he was safe with you.

After a few beats of silence he said, “You were just so pretty while you were sleeping.” Your pussy throbbed again. “Look at me Brahms.” He didn’t move. “You can put the mask back on if you need to, but I want you to look at me.” He put his porcelain mask back on and then sat up to face you, head hung in shame. You considered your next words carefully. “I uh, I thought you looked pretty while you slept too. I wanted to do what you were just doing.” He lifted his head and stared at you, his breath quickening. You wished you knew what he was thinking.

“Think you’re pretty all the time,” he said quietly.

Your eyes moved from his masked face to his crotch, where he was still rock hard. “You can touch me, Brahms.” His breath hitched. Tentatively, he placed his hand on your thigh, testing the waters. His fingers stroked across your flesh gently. You held your breath.

Before you knew what was happening you were on your back with him hovering above you, chest rising and falling heavily. His hand hovered above your large breast. “Hm?” he wordlessly asked for permission, too afraid to speak. “Yeah. Yes. Please,” you said.

His warm palm groped you over the fabric of your sleep shirt. He groaned as he watched the fat spill from around his hands. He could feel your nipple harden against him. “Want… I want…” he cut himself off with a shuddering breath. Brahms pulled his mask off and placed it back on the nightstand. “Kiss me, Brahms.” He obeyed, sighing and licking into your mouth.

You knew from the beginning that Brahms was a needy man. In those first few weeks, he would throw tantrums whenever you had to leave. He was clingy. This was something completely different, though. He touched and sniffed and licked every part of you he could reach as if you were going to disappear into thin air.

Brahms ground his sizable cock between your thighs as he buried his face in your neck. You were sure you both could cum like this, but you were needy too.

You said his name gently, trying to get his attention. He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care as he continued to rub himself over your clothed pussy. “Brahms!” you yanked his head back by his hair so you could look him in the eyes. He moaned, the desperation obvious on his face.

“I need more, okay?” He nodded and moved back, eyes fixated on the boxers you slept in. Tentatively, he rubbed you with his hand over the underwear, effectively holding the core of you. He watched a small wet spot form before he pulled the boxers off of you and dropped them to the floor.

“I’m most sensitive here, Brahms,” you grabbed his hand and led it to your swollen clit.

He swiped the bundle of nerves with his thumb, your hips jerking in response. He moved his hand a bit lower to collect some of your wetness. You expected him to rub it onto your clit but he instead brought the hand to his mouth, tasting you.

His breathing deepened as you watched a drop of precum bead at the head of his painfully hard cock through his pants. He grabbed both of your thighs and pushed them further apart, bringing his face closer to your cunt. “You taste so good,” he muttered.

Tentatively, he licked you from hole to clit, savoring the taste again.

He had no finesse, no technique, he didn’t even think to use his hands at all other than to hold your thighs open for him as he devoured you. What he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. He moaned and whimpered as he ate you out, and ground his cock down into the bed, desperate for some sort of friction. Without warning he moved his hands from your thighs to up under your fat ass, lifting your hips in the air so he could get even closer to your cunt.

He switched from licking into you to sucking on your clit, relishing in your shaky moans. He liked feeling like he was doing a good job.

All of a sudden it was too much, and you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. Your hands shot to his soft hair again and you said, breathless, “Brahms im gonna cum pleasedontstop.” He licked and sucked in every way he knew how, trying his best to get you there. Within seconds you were cumming on his face, pulling his hair just because you needed something to grab. He licked you into over-sensitivity, and didn’t stop until you pushed him away.

He did very well, one of these days you’d have his head between your legs for hours, showing him the best ways to please you.

He sat up on his knees, deciding for himself that he needed his pants off that very moment. His cock bounced as he roughly yanked them down and, Oh. You didn’t know what you were expecting. You caught a few glimpses of it under his pants just now but they didn’t do it justice. You weren’t even sure if it would all fit, especially since you were out practice. But by god, you would try.

You sat up too, but since he was still standing on his knees, your face met his chest. You coaxed hm to take his shirt off, admiring his stocky physique.

“May I touch you, Brahms?” He grabbed your hand and led it directly to the tip of his cock. You wanted to play with his tits, get him off slowly, run your nails up and down his torso, but you felt bad for how long he stayed denied. next time, you thought. Instead, you grabbed his hardness, feeling it throb in your hand. His hips made small, abortive thrusts as you slowly stroked him. You looked up at his face and saw his lips were pressed in a thin line. You could tell he was holding back from fully fucking your fist.

You decided that you both waited long enough, and laid on your back, opening your legs again for him. You pulled his cock towards you, edging him closer to your wet heat. “Please?” he begged, pushing his dick against you. You nodded, unwilling to wait any longer.

He held his cock and slowly guided it inside you. You felt the sting almost immediately. You placed a hand on his stomach, stilling him. He whined. my bratty boy, you thought. “Brahms, you’re very big. If you don’t go inside slowly, it will hurt.” He nodded obediently as he pushed inside, careful to not hurt you. The slow stretch was a bit more pleasurable than it was painful, and all you could think about was how you had never felt this full before.

After a few moments, Brahms bottomed out inside you. He swallowed, waiting on your okay to move. You stared up at his face, brows furrowed and lips pouting. You wondered how long you could keep him here inside you, not allowed to move. A very long time, you imagined.

“You can move now.” He sighed loudly with relief. You probably would’ve laughed if the air hadn’t been punched out of you as soon as he moved. It was gentle and slow, but impossibly deep. You clenched around him involuntarily, he yelped, startled at the sensation. “Oh, I’m sorry sweet boy, I didn’t mean to do that, I couldn’t help it.” You felt him pulse inside you as his breaths came it short, loud puffs. He thrusted his hips again, more powerful this time. It was your turn to yelp then, pleasantly surprised by his roughness.

At first, you thought that perhaps you needed some gentle treatment. It had been a while, after all, and he was the largest you’d ever taken. But something feral and eager in the back of your mind wormed its way to the forefront of your thoughts. You wanted it hard.

“Faster Brahms!” He made a choked off sound, excited at the prospect of getting to drill into you like he always wanted. Brahms followed your command immediately, shifting his position slightly so that he could move easier. The air was getting punched out of you with each thrust. The pudge of his stomach dragged deliciously across your sensitive skin.

“Good boy!” It just sort of slipped out. You hadn’t meant to say it. But the effects were almost immediate. “Hunh?” he moaned, confused and unbelievably turned on. His hips stilled as he stared at you, panting, eyes wild. He grabbed your thighs and pushed them up against your stomach, folding you in half. He leaned over you, impossibly close, both of your shaky breaths mingling with each other. He rubbed himself against your core for a bit. The sound of your slick mixing with his precum was obscene and maddening. Part of you just wanted him to do as he pleased, use your body as his very own fleshlight. But you were waiting for him to beg. At least this time.

“Please can I? I’ll be good,” he asked, voice shaky. What did that even mean in this situation? you wondered. Perhaps what he meant to say was “I’ll make you feel good?” That wasn’t what he said though. He said he’d be good. For you. How could you refuse something like that? You nodded wordlessly, lifting your hips incrementally. He pushed his cock inside you slowly, slowly, wanting to savor every wet and velvety inch of your pussy.

When he finally bottomed out he somehow felt even bigger than he did before with this new angle. It was as if he was in your stomach. In your ribs. In your throat. You felt dizzy. His grip on your chubby thighs tightened as he began thrusting again, starting immediately with a punishing pace. He didn’t pull out very far in this position, unwilling to fully leave your warmth for even a second. It was like he was trying to fuck a baby in you, you thought deliriously. Shit. Where’d that thought come from? It got you dangerously close to cumming and the way he was constantly rubbing against your clit because of your proximity wasn’t fucking helping. You weren’t going to last very long, though you wouldn’t mind being put into a mating press like this for hours at a time.

You needed to cum again. You needed him to cum with you. In you.

You started deliberately clenching around his length, relishing in the way it made his hips stutter and his voice crack. “More, Brahms. Be good for me.” He made a startled sound but didn’t stop his hips for even a moment. He redoubled his efforts, pile driving into you like he hated you. The combined stimulus of his fucking and the sounds of his desperate moans and the vulgar plap plap plap of your hips slamming together and the god damned breeding thing had you teetering over the edge.

You realized then why Brahms hadn’t cum yet. You hadn’t given him permission. You tightly gripped the hair on the back of his head, pulling it so that his ear was right next to your mouth. You licked his ear and felt him shudder. “You fuck me so well, Brahms. Wanna cum now?” He nodded eagerly with his hair still gripped in your palm. The sting of it made him shudder. “Can I? Can I? Can I?” he chanted, making sure to fuck you in the way they you needed. “Cum. Cum in me like the good boy I know you are.” That did it for him. Two more sloppy thrusts and his hips stilled, cock deep inside you. His voice keened as he let out an impossibly large load inside you. You followed close behind, feeling your pussy ripple around him.

You both struggled to catch your breath. Your mind felt foggy and all you could focus on was his comfortable weight on top of you. And the fact that he hadn’t softened, still hard and pulsing inside you.

Yes, you had become addicted to him just that quickly, and he hadn’t softened always been addicted to you.

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