Nipple Rings
He struck a pose, giving his reflection a
tiny smile and practicing his best ‘come hither’ look. Hands flowed
down his chest, tugging softly on the silver hoops pierced through his nipples.
Seeing that the wounds had mostly healed he tugged harder, his eyes
slipping closed as the sensations ran through his chest. His cock was
begging for attention and he brought his fingers to his lips, moaning as he
slipped them in and out before wrapping the wet digits around his shaft and
stroking slowly, his eyes falling shut. Grasping his right nipple ring he
twisted, hissing as pain and pleasure shot into his peck and tickled down his
ribs.
A sharp slap descended on his ass. Stef moaned, holding onto the sensation
a moment longer before turning his eyes to on the man who’d entered the room.
“No one said you could play with yourself.”
Stef smiled and wrapped his arms around Steve, pulling him close for a kiss.
His tender piercings rubbed against the coarse fabric of his sweater, the
little green balls catching in the weave as they moved. Steve grabbed a
ring in each hand, slowly walking backwards and watching as Stef followed, his
body slinking along like he was dancing to the rhythm of pure sex. “Even
better than a collar and leash.” Steve’s tongue swept over his bottom
lip as he watched the naked man before him follow submissively where ever he was
led.
A downward tug and Stef dropped to his knees, his face nuzzling against the
fabric of Steve’s crotch, feeling the trapped flesh twitch and grow. He
found the head even through the thick denim and bit down on the material
covering it, grinding his teeth just hard enough to make his presence known.
Steve moaned and rubbed his hands over Stef’s head. “I think you
looked better with the blond. I want you to grow it back out.”
“Yes sir,” Stef leaned back long enough to look at Steve before finding the
zipper with his mouth and pulling it down.
“And I want you to wear your net shirt tomorrow. Show off your new
jewelry for our fans.”
Stef mumbled another “yes sir” as his tongue slipped into the open fly.
He dragged it across the familiar feel of Steve’s boxers, slicking them
with spit as his hands grabbed the drummer’s ass to keep his balance. His
fingers ran over the thick seam in the middle of the jeans, pushing it against
his crack.
The hands were pushed away and Stef’s mouth was left nuzzling air. He
looked up at Steve and pouted, fluttering his eyelashes in perfect Brian form.
“That face doesn’t suit you,” Steve pulled his sweater over his
head. Stef lowered his chin, looking up with feline eyes, his lips parted
in a silent invitation. “Much better,” Steve smile, slipping a finger
into the bassist’s mouth and letting him have fun with it, his other hand
trying to get rid of his pants.
One word: “bed,” was all the command he needed. Stef crawled up onto
the mattress and positioned himself on all fours. The coldness of the lube
made him tense. That got another slap from Steve, this time on his thigh.
Stef looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with Steve. He took in the
drummer’s features; his thick tousle of hair, the sexy smile curling one
corner of his mouth, the flexing of his bicep as his fingers worked in and out
of Stefan’s ass. Steve trailed his free hand up Stef’s side, grabbing
his chest and pulling him upright. He bit the back of his neck, his teeth
hanging on until a ragged cry was dragged from Stefan’s throat. Steve
pulled his tongue over the indents left in the skin. “You can taste
emotions in sweat,” he whispered, licking his way to Stef’s shoulder. “I
can taste lust and pain. Sweet and slightly spicy.”
Steve hooked his fingers in the nipple rings again, using them as reigns as he
thrust inside. Stef leaned back, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.
His hand went to his cock again, fingertips stroking the head. Gathering
up some precum, he smoothed it down his shaft and started pumping. The
tugging on his rings and the feel of Steve slipping in and out of his ass
brought him quickly to the edge. The first spurt landed across his
stomach, the second flying up to smear across Steve’s lips.
Stef’s hands flew behind him, grabbing onto Steve’s ass and shoving him
roughly inside. The drummer gasped, licking the spunk from his face and
moaning Stef’s name as he came.