𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

some sketches on this mini sketchbook I think I'm having an artblock fml

so I’m taking a little break

just for a little while maybe until about end of January (to catch up on requests and other stuff on my writing) but I’ll be back before February :)

thanks for all your support and stuff i love you guys a lot 🗣️🙏🙏

expect 4 or more fics to be published when I’m back :))

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 - 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

thanks to @thenaughtynun for giving me the motivation to write this

warnings: blow jobs, deepthroating, glasses kink, facials, slight hair-pulling,

nsfw below the cut :)

The first time James had seen Dave in those thin, wire-framed glasses that he used on occasion, he was enraptured. He looked like some kind of geek, like a computer programming nerd, though that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

It’s so tantalising, the way they perch on the bridge of his nose as he watches movies while sprawled out on their couch, and God, James never wanted to thank the divine more for myopia existing. His innocent adoration for Dave in glasses had soon enough morphed into something of an aching need to see his boyfriend utterly ruined in those specs. 

Come splattered across those delicate frames, lying low and crooked on his nosebridge. He’s have to wipe it off with his sleeve like some kind of dork cleaning his glasses, and somehow that thought was even more arousing than getting a blowie.

The thought took up most of the space in his mind, occupying most of his brain when he saw Dave walking around the house with them like a total slut. And James knows it isn’t his fault he looks so good in glasses, but it also kind of is, when he’s popping a boner every time he strolls past.

It was like a never ending hell of being turned on, unable to hide his very obvious arousal. God, it was torture, and Dave wasn’t even trying to be a tease (for once). 

It doesn’t help that Dave is very much an oblivious idiot, as well. So, whenever he catches James ogling his ass, he merely sends him a small grin, believing that he was being leered at because he was cute, not because of his glasses. Even worse, Dave always seemed to be wearing those damn glasses whenever they went somewhere together, the only time he took them off being in the car, where James couldn’t touch him..

It’s a late Sunday afternoon, and the two were currently relaxing at home, Dave settled into a comfortable looking sweater and his wire-frames,  scrolling through the TV channels. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration, and James found himself unable to keep his eyes from trailing down the bridge of Dave’s nose, his eyes fixated on his boyfriend’s glasses. 

“What the hell are you staring at, James?” Dave murmurs without looking up, not missing a beat in his browsing.

James grits his teeth. Dave was such an oblivious idiot, but that was one thing he loved about him, as contradictory as that seemed. It wasn’t even like Dave was being purposely ignorant of the fact that he was the source of James’s obsession this time.. he was just naturally slow on the uptake. 

“Nothin’…” James muttered, still not taking his eyes off Dave. His fingers tapped nervously on the leather of the couch between them, his eyes flickering to his boyfriend’s specs, under the guise of staring him in the eyes.

Dave didn’t seem convinced, though, and he turned his head to face his boyfriend, finally peeling his eyes away from the television. “You need something or what?”

James hesitates for a moment, considering if he should just tell Dave the truth, or if he should just lie. The thing was, he knew Dave wouldn’t be opposed, not at all, but he wanted to see what his boyfriend would say, even if they both knew he wouldn’t mean it. 

Still, he didn’t want to be too blunt. Dave could be a pretty sensitive guy, and James would rather not say the wrong thing. “I want a blowjob.” Of course, he’s throwing all his considerations out the window because he wants—no, needs—to ruin Dave in those terribly erotic spectacles.

Dave stares at him for a moment, a blank look in his hazel eyes before he broke into a small scoff, shaking his head. “What, are you horny, Het? Go jerk off. You don’t need to give me a shitty excuse to tell me you want me to suck you off.”

Damn it. Dave could read him like a book, of course he could. Still, despite the fact that he knew Dave was kidding, he still acted offended, pretending like he really was giving an excuse. “I mean, don’t put it like that, I just want some attention, dude, come on… I haven’t gotten any in days, y’know? Come on, baby, please?” He whines, leaning forward and rubbing against him like some sort of cat, trying to get his attention. “Help a guy out.”

“You’re pathetic, I hope you know that.” Dave says, but he can’t keep a smirk from his face and he tilts his head, letting James nuzzle against him for a moment. “Can’t go a couple nights without head? Jesus, what are you, a teenage boy?”

“It’s been more than ‘a couple nights’.” James mumbles, sounding like a petulant child at this point, his body completely pressed against Dave’s by now. He can feel his cock growing stiflingly hard in his jeans, and he lets out a soft huff, moving up to press kisses to the side of Dave’s neck. “Just really want you tonight.”

That’s a half-truth. But he’s not going to tell Dave the real reason he’s all wound up or he’d never those glasses ever again.

It seems to work, though, because Dave lets out a soft huff of a sigh, placing one of his hands on the back of James’ neck, his fingers playing with the ends of his hair. “Okay, fine, alright. Fine, you win, you needy fuckin’ baby...” He sighs to himself, eyes rolling, but the teasing words lacked any sort of heat to them.

As Dave slides off the couch to sink to his knees, there’s that trembling sense of anticipation in his gut. Finally, he’ll get what he’s been wanting to see for the longest time, and the thought is even more blissful that it should be. 

Nimble hands pull his pants down to his mid-thigh, one step closer to freeing his aching dick from its confines. Then, he peels James’ boxers away, letting his cock spring free, a flushed and angry red. James practically salivates as Dave tucks his hair behind his ears, shuffling closer to hover his mouth over James’ throbbing length.

When Dave brings his mouth down, letting James sheath himself in that tight wet cavern that is his mouth, his hand settling to tightly grip those brassy curls as Dave hollows his cheeks and bobs up and down, able to take him to the hilt with a practiced ease. He groans as the shaft pushed past his throat, James shudders at the vibrations, pleasure tingling up his spine.

“Jesus—shit, ah, fuck—!”

Choking on a moan, James uses the back of his hand to cover his mouth, almost embarrassed by the lewd noises he lets out freely. However, the sounds encourage Dave even more, and he once again takes all of him, drool stating to dribble down his chin obscenely. 

Warm lips wrap around his cock perfectly, as if they were practically made for him, tonguing the base of James’ length. His eyes flutter shut, stars exploding behind his eyelids at the sensations, because Dave’s too damn good at blowjobs and knows exactly what makes him tick. 

“Fuck—”

Tears prickle the ginger’s eyes, his throat beginning to feel raw with each stab to the back of his throat with James’ tip, a had reaching down to cup and fondle his balls. James draws in a sharp breath, his grip on Dave’s hair increasing tenfold. Dave’s fingers dig into his thighs, and it would be stingingly painful if not for the bouts of pleasure his boyfriend presents to him. 

James’ balls throb gently in Dave’s hands, the thick vein on the underside of his shaft pulsating, twitching in his mouth like it was waiting for something to push him off the edge, to be granted his orgasm. So he increases his efforts tenfold, doing everything in his power to make James come even faster, wanting nothing more than to swallow his load and get back to Breaking Bad. 

“Dave, Dave, please, I’m gonna—”

Dave hums in response, the vibrations drawing a cry of ecstasy from his partner. He can feel James’ cock thicken in his mouth, strangled sounds wrenching themselves from his throat. As the blonde is about to come, he pulls Dave’s lecherous mouth off him, shooting ropes of spunk over his face and glasses. Taken aback, Dave doesn’t exactly know how to react well. 

“You fucker, you got it on my glasses!” Shooting a nasty glare at James, Dave looks as debauched as he had imagined, specs slanted and coated in his come, his seed dripping down his face. The man merely shrugs in response, with really nothing more to say. Dave doesn’t take his glasses off but grumbles something about having to clean them under his breath, another about getting a facial in front of Jesse Pinkman, and the look of his very come-coated face with those wiry frames has James jumping to full hardness again. 

“Hey, Dave…?” He asks, leaving his question unspoken, voice oh-so meek. 

“Yeah, yeah, help me outta my clothes.”

Thoughts?

thanks for the tag @madamsixx

mary jane - megadeth

tagging: @h3ll0k1ttyl0v3rrr @dethtallica @thenaughtynun @ju1ian @ride-the-hammett @hiamnoal

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Me when they’re being mean to Jason

flotsam & jetsam era Jason lives in my head rent free if you even care

Ovulating and had the biggest idea ever oh my god

sex crazed Jason who lacks access to groupies at a music festival so he has to get help with his sexual frustrations from the people around him

basically banging his whole band + a few extras

please tell me I’m not insane for wanting to write this

heyy im requesting again cus i liked the work you did for me so much :) could you do one with Jason/Anyone based on @hexxeddorm’s drawing on a waitress Jason? (im pretty sure you’ve seen it) the rest is up to what you want to write, just need to have him dicked down in that uniform 👀

again, love your works so much and take your time if you need to :) ❤️

GAHH had to make this into a halloween fic! i love that fanart so much this ask made me SO happy :)

Prove It

1987 • James/Jason

CW - semi public sex, toxic yaoi lmao, cross dressing, dubious consent kind of i don’t know, use of the F slur, internalized homophobia

Jason always looked forward to Halloween.

He’d dress in a fun costume, drink, maybe play a Halloween show if he was lucky. The Flotsam guys were even bigger on Halloween than he was and dragged him to countless costume parties with hookers hanging around; they’d give him a look, that look, and one of his bandmates would push Jason to go talk to a prostitute with a smirk.

“Cmon man, she’s like, totally your type! Blonde hair, blue eyes, looks like she could kill ya… go get ‘er!”

Yeah. It’s his type.

The girls were almost always wearing a sexy outfit. Skimpy, cheap clothes that accentuated their curves. The costumes were predictable— Sometimes a nurse. Sometimes a slutty witch who wants to trade her potions for your semen. Maybe a particularly naughty angel who decided maybe a little defiance would be good.

Or, a waitress.

Jason stares at himself in the mirror, regretting everything about this. He was still the Newkid, had to do everything the band told him. What James told him. So, when he was ordered to embarrass himself by wearing a very feminine, very revealing Waitress costume for the upcoming Halloween party, he obliged. Jason shuffled to the side to check the rest of his costume. Remembered how these costumes were made to show off ass and curves. It’s not a nice memory. His thighs seemed too muscular for the thin fabric of the light pink skirt, his chest and shoulders too broad and thick for the revealing top. Trying on costumes had been enjoyable in the past; now wearing his costume is the last thing he wants to do.

Jason’s eyebrows furrow as he continues to check himself out in the mirror. Maybe, he thinks, if he was a chick, there was a chance he would look good. But he’s not. No, he’s a guy in a fucking waitress costume too small for him just because James would get a kick out of it. Everyone else had a normal costume— a vampire, a werewolf, an imp. And, fuck, here he is. In a women’s skirt and top. In a shitty halloween store’s changing room where plastic decorations hang from the ceiling and walls. The painted on smiles of the plastic spiders don’t help Jason’s mood.

Jason sighs. He really doesn’t wanna do this. Surely there’s a way he can convince James to have mercy on him, right? Maybe he’d offer his personal stash of weed or Heineken. Embarrassed, Jason stops staring at his masculine figure in the mirror and takes a deep breath. James is on the other side of the dressing room, impatiently tapping his foot, and Jason assumes it’s because he wants to hurry up and get back to the guys.

“James? You’re.. really serious ‘bout this? Don’t wanna like, take my hash instead? This is stupid. Really fuckin’ stupid.”

Jason hears the other man grunt from the other side.

“What, too pussy? If you can’t even dress up in a stupid costume, why should I even keep you around?”

Well. Fuck.

“I- Fine. Whatever. I’m ready.”

A pause, then James is opening the door from the outside, not realizing how tantalizingly slow he’s going. Why did he do this again? To be honest, he wasn’t really thinking when he asked Jason to wear the costume. He was drunk. And, yeah. He’s usually drunk. Caught him there. But it was different. Jason was the one who brought costumes up in that stupid cheery voice, and you couldn’t blame James for wanting to mess with him. Not when he’s waiting for Jason to snap.

Here’s how it happened; the two were sitting in Jason’s room together with the steady beat of Electric Eye. Jason and James left all alone because Kirk and Lars wouldn’t do a damn thing without the other and Lars was tasked with getting the band more beer. Jason eyed James. James eyed Jason. Jason spoke up, blurting out a stupid question about Halloween, earning a groan from James. Like he wanted to make Jason believe talking to him was a chore. The conversation went on— if you count Jason sheepishly blabbering in hopes of entertaining James a conversation. It was when Jason mentioned those parties with his old band, Flotsam, that the blonde got an idea.

That’s when he asked Jason just how far he would go. Jason looked confused at first. The guitarist enlightened him. James asks the brunette what his problem is first, because of course he does, and follows it with something that made Jason determined.

“You always just take everything. All the pranks, all the jokes. When are you gonna snap at us, huh? When are you gonna snap at me? How far can you really take it? Prove to me you’re good enough.”

That’s how they ended up here. Jason showed him how much humiliation he can take by allowing James to lay eyes on him when he’s dressed like this. Because Jason is strong, Jason can take it. He can take all the shit James and the guys give him. In fact, he has to. So the bassist doesn’t hide when the door is finally opened all the way, only looking to the side, his cheeks dusted a light pink.

It hits James like a truck. He feels absolutely winded after he first takes the first look. The waitress skirt perfectly hugs his hips like it was specially tailored and crafted for Jason to give the guitarist a boner. His mouth goes dry, scanning the bassist up and down. The boy in front of him wasn’t supposed to look so damn perfect, the whole thing was supposed to be a joke. A stab at Jason, to see how far he’ll take it. To see if he’s good enough to be in Metallica. He is a replacement, after all. However, James would be lying if he said that replacement wasn’t making him short circuit. And James was also a dirty fuckin’ liar, because the waitress gag was more than just a gag to him.

“You. You, uh. You look stupid.”

There’s silence for a few moments. Then, Jason starts laughing. It throws James off, and he scrunches his eyebrows. The bassist giggles for a few moments longer before shaking his head.

“Is that all you have to say?”

James shifts uncomfortably and looks to the side. Walks in, closes the door behind him, then scowls. Like he didn’t just invite himself into an occupied dressing room like a freak. And he wasn’t! He swore. He only shut the door so no one else would see Jason like this. Which, fuck, wasn’t a great reason either, considering that’s the whole reason he’s forcing Jason to buy this stupid costume anyways. So people can see. And laugh. The only one that’s laughing is Jason, though, because he realized he’s got the big James Hetfield’s panties in a twist ‘cause of what was supposed to be a prank on him. Ironic.

“Don’t fucking laugh at me. Be grateful I’m closing the door so only I can see you. I should be the one laughing at you.”

Jason rolls his eyes. He’s not dumb enough to not pick up on what the situation is, though it is much different from what he expected. He really did expect James to laugh at him, to think he looked stupid. Instead he got that look, yes, that look, and a couple stuttered words when James stared at him like a dog staring at a treat. Jason’s no virgin. Maybe surprised, but he won’t let that show. What he does plan to show is dominance over this perverted blonde who was slowly getting closer to him.

“You look conflicted. Got something to say?”

Jason asks quietly, watching James get closer like a cartoon character floating to a pie. Pathetic, he thinks. He’s supposed to be the intimidating one and Jason’s got him hardening in his jeans from a simple costume like a homo. If you asked him, James was not a homosexual. He only liked girls. That was his justification for quickly hardening in his jeans at the sight of Jason. He looked like a girl, okay? That’s it. That’s the only reason.

But it wasn’t. Because James was inches away from the bassist, staring down at him with a hard on.

“I’m not- I’m not conflicted. Fuck are you trying to say?”

“Well.. I can see your boner through your jeans, but you’re trying to make yourself look like you’re mad. How’s that for a conflict?”

The blonde snarls. That was it. James shoves Jason against the back wall, rattling the little decorations in the dressing room. Jason yells with surprise and slight panic as he’s tossed against the wall like a ragdoll. Really hot once the initial surprise wears off, but he keeps that to himself. Jason’s chin is yanked up to look up at James’ flushed face. They meet eyes, the waitress boys’ gaze teasing and hungry while the guitarist’s is angry and lustful.

“I am not a fucking fag. Okay? I’m not. You- you just look like a woman, that’s IT. I don’t like guys. I don’t like you. I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Instead of a reply, Jason forces his lips on James. Expecting resistance, he doesn’t go too hard— but, instead of being met with a punch to the gut, he feels the blonde hungrily reply by kissing him back like he’s been waiting for this moment for years. And, that’s not true. Because he’s only been waiting for months. Which is, like, significantly less gay. And this isn’t gay. Because right now Jason’s a just a slutty waitress. But, no matter how much James tells himself these things, they both know the truth. Thankfully, James’ worries melt away as they make out against the wall. Jason’s tongue finds its way into the blonde’s mouth and the taller boy whines, hands finding their way to Jason’s hips. It’s an ego boost feeling James fall apart in literal minutes all because of Jason. Jason did this to him. Made him straining against his jeans, begging to be inside the waitress boy. Made him shaky and whiny (to James’ dismay). He can’t think about that too long because everything’s happening so quickly—James’ hips start to rub against the bassists’ clothed dick as he nearly eats his face off with those sloppy kisses. It’s all teeth and spit as they dry hump each other, both sporting a full erection.

The kiss doesn’t last. James is pulling back, chest heaving, face red, and hard as a rock. His cock still rubs against the brunettes, and he can’t help but look at their strained cocks brushing against each other. Jason notices this and looks at the erotic scene too. He silently wonders if this costume will be ruined before he can even wear it for the party.

“If.. If you tell.. anyone about this.. I swear you’re a dead man..” James promises, trying to catch his breath and keep his desperate moans down at the same time.

“Won’t tell a soul.”

For some reason, that’s believable enough. ‘Cause James doesn’t miss a beat rubbing his length on Jason’s slightly shorter cock. Both are impressive. James thinks Jason’s is impressive. It’s got a pretty pink tip and girth that would make any girl drool— it’s too bad Jason’s using it on the Mighty Hetfield. Don’t ask James how he knows this. But, really, it is a beautiful cock, because all James can think about is how perfect and (probably) delicious it is as he ruts against Jason who is now leaning in to lick and suck at the blonde’s neck.

Shuddering, James’ grip on Jason becomes tighter as the tongue on his soft skin glides over him before picking a particularly sensitive spot and sucking. The bassist smirks against the taller boy’s neck as he sucks a hickey into the crook of James’ neck. Probably not a good look to have purplish marks all over your neck after you just walked out of a changing room with another man, but that was a worry for future James. He could always just say it was a vampire. And, ouch, Jason bites down on his flesh just like one, making James shiver and stutter. His hips trembled against the flushed cock below him and he bites his lip to hold back the moan that threatened to spill from his lips. It was already shameful enough he was doing this with another man, he doesn’t need the whole fucking store hearing it.

With a slick popping noise, Jason removes his tongue from his neck, leaving James dizzy. He stumbles back slightly, which he realizes is actually from Jason pushing him back to remove his skirt. The brunette’s fingers slowly push down that delicious pink skirt along with his boxers to reveal his weeping cock, and James swears he could’ve came right then.

“Don’t worry big boy, you can fuck me soon.”

Actually, he changes his mind. He could’ve cum to that. While he’s busy losing his goddamn mind, Jason’s fingers soak themselves in his wet mouth before dipping down to his hole, making sure James knows he’s teasing himself by circling his rim before dipping in. Jason makes a breathy noise as he works two fingers in and James can’t help but wonder if he’s starting with two because he’s done this before. His chest swells with jealously but he’s quickly distracted by realizing his hand made its way down to his cock to rub himself off while he watches his bandmate finger himself. He’s so goddamn horny his body’s doing shit on its own.

“‘S gonna feel so good, James. Just wait a- fuck- minute..”

James doesn’t respond. He can’t. His mouth feels like a desert. A third finger is added. When? It didn’t matter. James’ burning hot desire made everything feel like it was moving in both slow motion and high speed. Like he’s drunk, but really it’s just Jason making him feel like that. Because he can do that for some reason, which is really frustrating. It’s usually not very acceptable to fall for your bandmate, let alone fall for your male bandmate as a male.

But when Jason’s fucking himself on his fingers up against the wall, curls sticking to his forehead with sweat as he moans like a girl quietly in his very much girly costume, it’s different, okay? It’s different. Not, but Jason will have to get James to realize that a different time, because now he’s focused on getting James inside him and doesn’t really care if it’ll haunt both of them for the rest of their lives. James almost seems angry when Jason reaches to undo his jeans, like he’s trying to make himself angry so he’s not embarrassed. Typical James behavior. Typical James behavior is also fucking people till they break, which Jason is a little too excited for.

A position change and a few desperate kisses, and they’re back against the wall with James’ cock pressed against Jason’s hole. The guitarist twitches against the tight rim and he goes to bite his lip again, which does not go unnoticed. The bassist almost wants to laugh again at how badly James wants this.

“Desperate, huh?” Jason teases.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.”

Jason smiles lopsidedly, and James wants nothing more than to wipe it off his stupid, pretty face. So he grips Jason, white knuckling, and forces his hole down on his swollen cock, making them both groan. Jason’s eyes are wide as he’s stretched out and his legs shake and tremble . Hurts like a motherfucker, but damn, he knows it’ll be the best he’s had so far.

James doesn’t wait to prove that. He’s immediately ramming in and out of Jason, trying so desperately to hold back his embarrassingly girlish moans. It’s cute to Jason. He knows the poor guy is in the tightest hole he’s been in to date, because Jason knows himself, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. James can only tremble and watch his masculinity fade away as he’s being pleasured so immensely by a man, no, not a waitress, not a woman, no matter how much James wants to tell himself. James can’t control how fast he’s shoving himself in and out of Jason’s hole and the smaller boy almost feels bad— he’s really falling apart like a virgin. It almost reminds Jason of the first time he touched himself to a man. Except teenager Jason was exploring hormonal wants and James is fucking the prettiest guy around.

The bassist brings his hand up to the blonde’s face to gently caress it, the juxtaposition between the gentle touch and the rough sex below almost hilarious. His grayish eyes look into James’ blue ones, and he sees how vulnerable the boy is. He may be the one in Jason, but Jason’s done this before. With the Flotsam guys. With groupies. It’s not new. This is new to James because he’s denied himself for so long, and despite how awful James has treated the brunette, he feels the need to make the best for him.

“You’re doin’ so good- mmghh-, so good for giving in for me. Good boy, good boy-“ The bassist praises, tightening around him.

“S-stop-“

Jason pants, being cut off by a particularly hard thrust to his prostate. He seizes up, panicking, realizing he’s gonna cum. He’s gonna cum all over this costume he hasn’t bought and, well, it’s gonna be hot as fuck. James must’ve realized he’s gonna cum too, because he speeds up and goes even harder if that was possible. Jason cries out softly, trying to grab on to James as he feels his climax approaching. The humping the fingering, the fuck— it’s all gonna come crashing down into a brain numbing orgasm.

And that’s what happens when James stutters his hips and spills into him with no warning. Jason tenses, legs shaking and eyes watering, cum spurting out of him in thick ropes. It’s almost embarrassing how much he cums, and, James didn’t even bother to touch his cock. So why is he coming like a bitch in heat? And, funnily enough, James still isn’t convinced he’s gay despite cumming in another man’s ass. And liking it.

The two ride out their orgasms and catch their breath, thoughts spinning in their head. Am I gay now? What does this make us? Can we do that again? Did I seriously just cum in 5 minutes? The various hickeys become forgotten.

Questions left unanswered, because all that really matters is that Jason proved himself.

“…I still hate you, Newkid.”

cis virgin 81 james x trans experienced dave and dave talks him through giving him head, fucking him, etc as the dom? 🙏🙏🙏🙏

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲

warnings: loss of virginity, first time(s), vaginal fingering, pussy eating, p in v, topping from the bottom (kinda)

nsfw under the cut :)

Dave’s picked up the ability to sense whether people were experienced sexually, and James was a virgin if he’d ever seen one. The way he’d blush and avert his gaze when himself and Lars would talk about their sexual escapades just screamed that he’d never been with anyone ever.

So when James had eventually gotten comfortable enough to open up to the guitarist about his lack of sexual encounters, Dave was more than happy to help him out.

How the hell has James gone this long without a single hookup? He was not only cute, but he exuded a certain charm—one that had the power to turn Dave weak in the knees. And here James was, eighteen and a bloody virgin. It was such a waste of a lovely specimen like James, Dave thought.

Dave was already starting to form a plan of some sort to help James get some action for once in his life, and he was more than eager to get started. He had some great ideas in mind, and he was confident that they would work like a charm on a sweet, innocent boy like James.

The very next day, Dave wasted no time in putting his plan into action. He invited James over to his place, under the guise of helping him with a guitar lick he’d been struggling to master.

Once James had arrived, Dave pretended like he was going to help out with the guitar... But he didn’t. Instead, he steered the conversation towards a very different topic. He started asking James questions about his love life, wanting to get a better idea of what they were working with here.

He found out pretty quickly that James was pretty naive and lacked the experience that most guys at his age would have already had. 

He also sensed the younger boy’s nervousness and anxiousness whenever the subject of sex came up, which gave Dave plenty of opportunities to tease him.

Dave continued to poke fun at and flirt with James, watching the cute blush spread across his cheeks and the way his eyes would widen with every suggestive comment. Dave loved seeing the boy squirm; it was a power trip like no other.

Then, after a while, Dave decided to up the ante by casually mentioning the fact that he’d had quite a few partners. He talked about some of his past experiences and bragged a little, just to get a reaction out of James.

Then, after a while, Dave decided to up the ante by casually mentioning the fact that he’d had quite a few partners. He talked about some of his past experiences and bragged a little, just to get a reaction out of James.

Dave decided to push the envelope even more by bringing up some of the more explicit details of his past encounters. He could see the shock and surprise on James’s face, but there was also something else hiding behind those wide eyes of his.

Arousal. Dave could see it plain as day: the way James’s breaths would get heavier, the way his tongue would dart out to wet his lips, the way he’d try—and fail—to hide the tent in his jeans.

“So, what about you?”

James looked up, confusion and embarrassment written all over his face. “What…what do you mean?” He asked, his voice cracking a little.

Dave grinned, enjoying seeing the boy all flustered like this. “I mean, have you ever hooked up with anyone before?” He asked, his tone casual but with an undertone of tease.

James gulped, his cheeks turning crimson as he shook his head. “N-no, I haven’t,” the blonde mumbled. How cute.

Dave feigned surprise, pretending like this news was a shock to him. “Really? Never?” He asked, leaning in closer to the boy.

James’s face was now so red that he was almost glowing. “No, never,” He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Dave chuckled, loving the way the boy was reacting to him. “Oh, sweet, innocent James.” He teased, reaching out to pat his cheek. “You’ve been missing out, you know.”

Dave could feel the heat radiating off the boy’s skin as he touched his face. He let his hand linger a little longer than necessary, his fingers tracing the curve of James’s jawline.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Dave continued, his voice low and sultry. “There’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced. In fact, I think its quite endearing...”

The guitarist inched closer to James’s ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. “But I can’t help but wonder what type of sounds you’d make if you actually knew what it was like to be touched by someone who knows what they’re doing.”

The boy’s eyes widened even further at Dave’s words, and he let out a small, needy whimper. Dave could practically feel the boy’s body heat increasing, the arousal radiating off of him in waves.

Dave smiled smugly, knowing that he had James completely under his spell. “You know, I could show you what I mean.”

James’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed several times like a fish out of water. “Y…you would?” He finally managed to stutter out. Dave chuckled again and closed the distance between them, moving so that he was practically hovering over James now. “Of course I would, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with honey.

He raised his hand and gently cupped James’s chin, making the boy look up at him. “I could teach you a few things.” He murmured, his eyes locked on the boy’s lips. James swallowed hard, his eyes flickering downwards as he stared at Dave’s mouth. 

He seemed torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean in closer. Dave could smell the heady mix of desire and uncertainty emanating off the boy, and it was driving him wild.

Dave leaned in even closer, his lips hovering mere inches away from James’s. He could see the younger boy’s breaths coming faster and more shallow, and he knew that he had him right where he wanted him.

But just as Dave was about to close the final gap between them and press his lips against James’, he pulled back, a wicked smile on his face. “But it’s up to you, of course,” he said, feigning innocence. “I won’t force you into anything you’re not ready for.”

James’s eyes snapped up to meet Dave’s, confusion and disappointment etched all over his face. “N-no, I… I want to,” he stuttered out, his voice shaky.

Dave raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. “You sure about that, sweetheart?” The ginger purred, enjoying the way James was practically pleading with those beautiful round blue eyes of his.

James nodded keenly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I’m sure,” he says oh so eagerly, a hint of desperation in his voice, eyes shining with yearning. “Please, Dave.”

The older man grins, moving to push James back against the couch and settling on his lap. Hazel eyes scan James’ face watchfully. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he whispered, his hand going to the back of the boy’s neck and pulling him closer.

The moment their lips met, Dave could feel the spark of electricity shoot through his body. James’s lips were soft and pliant, molding perfectly against his own. Dave couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, his tongue licking at the boy’s bottom lip, seeking entrance into his mouth.

James responded fervently, his hands coming up to clutch at Dave’s shirt as he opened his mouth, allowing Dave’s tongue to slip inside. Dave deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the sweet heat of James’s mouth, and he could feel the boy shivering in his lap.

James seemed surprised at first, but he quickly got over his surprise and returned the kiss with a fervor that surprised even Dave. The boy’s hands flew up to Dave’s chest, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, letting out a quiet whimper as Dave deepened the kiss.

Dave smiled against James’s lips, his arms wrapping around the boy’s slender waist and pulling him tighter against him. He tilted his head slightly, changing the angle of the kiss and delving his tongue deeper into the warm, wet heat of the younger boy’s mouth.

He started slowly grinding his hips against James’ lap, eliciting a gasp from the boy. Dave could feel the boy’s own hardness forming against his thigh, and it sent a thrill through his body.

Dave knew he had the boy right where he wanted him—desperate and aching for more. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down James’s jawline and to his neck, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh.

James let out a soft moan, his hands gripping Dave’s shirt even tighter as the man attacked his neck with kisses and gentle bites. His hips rose involuntarily to grind up against Dave again, seeking more friction.

“I wanna fuck you..” James breathes, eyes lidded with desire, fingers hooking under the waistband of his jeans.

Dave’s breath catches in his throat as the words leave James’ mouth. There was something about the filthy words coming out of the boy’s pretty, innocent lips that just went straight to his own rapidly growing arousal.

“I know, sweetheart,” he purrs, his hands going to rest on the boy’s hips. “But I think we should move to a more comfortable place first, mmm?”

James nods, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath he takes. “Yeah,” he manages to get out, voice thick with need. Dave helps him up, and the blonde takes his hand to lead him down the hall.

Dave lets James lead him into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. He watches as the boy climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees and looking up at Dave with wide, innocent eyes.

Dave joins him on the bed, moving to kneel in front of him. He reaches out to cup James’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently over the boy’s lower lip. “You’re so beautiful…now take your clothes off.”

James’s breath hitches at the command, a small shiver running down his spine. He complies, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion before fumbling with the button on his jeans.

Dave’s eyes roam over the newly exposed skin before him, taking in the boy’s lean, toned body. He whistles appreciatively, a smirk playing on his lips as he helps James undo his jeans and pushes the material out of the way.

James takes over and Dave moves to take his own clothes off. What the younger man finds strange is the lack of a bulge in the ginger’s boxers. But it all clicks in his head when he sees the two asymmetrical scars under his pecs, barely visible.

Dave catches the look on James’ face and grins, knowing that the boy has figured out his little secret. “Surprise,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Hope it’s not a dealbreaker, sweetheart.”

“O…oh,” James stutters out, his cheeks flushing bright red. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed for his assumption, but at the same time, he was intrigued. He’d never met a transgender person before, and Dave was still very attractive to him regardless.

Dave chuckles softly, seeing the boy’s genuine reaction. “Yeah, not what you were expecting, huh?” he said, his eyes watching the boy carefully. James merely gulps. “I couldn’t tell.” He admits shyly, his cheeks going peony pink.

He reaches out to take James’s hands, placing them on his chest. 

“You can touch me, you know,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “I don’t bite…unless you want me to.”James lets out a shaky breath, his hands moving on their own to explore the expanse of Dave’s chest. He let his fingertips trace over the scars first, gently touching them as if they were something fragile and precious.

Dave leaned into the touch, pleased at the feeling of the boy’s soft hands on his skin. He could see the look of curiosity and fascination in James’s eyes, and it made his heart skip a beat.

He let out a soft sigh as James’s hands continued to explore, moving lower and lower until they were resting on his hips. Dave leaned in closer to him, his eyes locked onto the boy’s. “Can I see it?” James misters up the courage to ask, looking up at Dave reverently.

Dave grins, amused by the boy’s innocent question. “See what, exactly?” he teases, knowing damn well what James was talking about.

He watches as the boy’s face flushes an even deeper shade of red, his gaze dropping down to the spot between Dave’s legs. Dave can feel the heat pooling in his core, and he resists the urge to grab the boy and pull him closer.

“Can I see your…pussy?” James asks finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

Dave feels a shiver run down his spine at the boy’s bold question, his eyes darkening with desire. He can’t help but find the boy’s innocence and curiosity absolutely tantalizing.

“You sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?” he teases, his voice husky. He reaches out to cup the boy’s chin again, tilting his face up to look at him directly. James nods, his eyes flicking up to meet Dave’s. “Yes,” he says, his voice shaky but sure. “I want to see it…I want to see all of you.”

Dave can’t help but feel a pang of affection for the boy in that moment, his heart swelling at the younger man’s earnestness. He smiles gently, taking the boy’s hands and guiding them to the edge of his boxers.

James takes the cue and starts to slowly pull down the boxers, his hands shaking a little as the fabric slides down over Dave’s hips. He can feel his breath catch in his throat as he finally gets a clear look at what’s between Dave’s legs.

“Wow.” Was all that was in James’ thoughts, mesmerised, his eyes wide with awe. He couldn’t believe how different it looked from what he’d seen on magazines and in movies. But it wasn’t any less attractive to him, if anything, it was even more arousing. 

Dave wasn’t clean shaven like girls in porn mags, no, he had a curly tuft of ginger hair nestled right above, a happy trail going up to just under his belly button. 

“You’re beautiful.”

Dave chuckles gently at the boy’s reaction, his heart feeling lighter at the look of wonder on the boy’s face. “You flatter me, sweetheart,” he teases, reaching out to brush back a strand of hair from James’s forehead. “But there’s more to me than just this, you know. I’ve got plenty to show you. Plenty to teach.”

James looks up at his friend, his eyes full of trust. “Teach me. Please.”Dave can feel the heat of arousal surging through his body at the boy’s words, his mind filled with all the things he’d like to do to him. He moves to lie back against James’ pillows, patting the spot on the mattress in between his legs. 

“Well, firstly, you’re going to learn how to eat someone out.”

James’s eyes widen as Dave’s words register in his head, but he doesn’t hesitate to crawl in between the man’s legs. He looks up at him, waiting for the next instructions. 

Dave smiles, clearly enjoying having the boy’s at his mercy. “Right,” he purrs, “The first thing you gotta do is get comfortable down there.”

James nods, adjusting his position so he can lean in closer without his neck hurting. He can smell Dave’s musk from this angle, and it’s both heady and intoxicating to him.

“Good, there you go,” Dave says, a hand coming up to rest on the back of the younger man’s head. He tangles his fingers into the boy’s hair, not quite pushing but giving just enough pressure to keep him in place.

“Now, the main thing you need to do is listen to me,” he says, his voice dropping an octave or two. “Just do exactly what I tell you, alright?” The blonde nods obediently.

“Now, you’re going to use your tongue,” Dave says, his voice dropping even lower. “Start out gently at first. Flatten your tongue and lick a broad stripe from the bottom all the way to the top.”

James swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He follows Dave’s instructions, flattening his tongue and giving a slow, tentative lick. He’s surprised by the taste and texture, but he finds that he doesn’t mind it. In fact, he actually rather likes it.

Dave shudders a gasp. It’s been too long since he’s been eaten out.“There you go,” he breathes out, his hand clenching in James’s hair. “Keep doing that. Try to find a rhythm. And if you remember, pay some attention to the clit as well.”

James nods again, focusing on creating a pattern with his tongue. He feels a sense of satisfaction as he watches Dave’s head fall back against the pillow, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“That’s it. Just keep going,” Dave encourages, his voice heavy with pleasure. James can feel the praise giving him a small boost of confidence, and he doubles down on his efforts. He starts to experiment with different pressures and speeds, trying to see what works best to get a reaction out of Dave.

“Good god,” Dave moans, his hips jerking up involuntarily against James. It feels amazing to have the boy’s mouth on him like this, almost like he was made for this.

“You’re a natural at this, sweetheart. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

James can’t help but preen a little at the praise, his confidence growing with each moan that escapes from Dave’s lips. He pulls back to shake his head, his mouth too occupied with following Dave’s instructions to speak. In truth, he’s enjoying this more than he thought he would. The sounds that’s Dave making is something he could listen all day, and the way the man pulls on his hair with his fingers makes him feel weak.

He pulls away for a moment to get a proper breath, panting slightly. “Mmm…can I try something else?” he asks, looking up at Dave with big doe eyes, so eager to please.

James leans back on his knees, his hands resting on Dave’s hips. He’s got a determined look in his eyes now, like he’s set on something.

“Can I use my fingers?”

Dave raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re getting awfully bold there, sweetheart,” he teases. “But I like it.”He shifts on the bed, spreading his legs a little wider to give the boy better access. “Go for it.”

James lets out a low moan as he sees the man’s legs open up further, his mouth practically watering at the sight. He reaches out, his hands trembling slightly, and gently prods at the man’s entrance.

“Is this…is this okay?” he asks, looking up at Dave for confirmation. “You need to use lube.”James reaches over to his nightstand and rummages through it, his fingers wrapping around a medium sized, nondescript bottle. He pops the cap and squeezes some onto his fingers, the scent of artificial strawberries filling the air.

“..Strawberry?” Dave huffs a laugh, sitting up.

“Yeah..” James laughs sheepishly, his shoulders rising in a shrug. “I didn’t have anything else.” He reaches down again, his slicked fingers tracing over Dave’s entrance. “Ready?” he asks again, seeking confirmation before he does anything. He watches as the man nods and relaxes his body. 

“Take it slow,” Dave advises, guiding his hand.

James nods and slowly pushes one of his fingers in, his breath catching in his throat. It’s so warm and tight, and it’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He looks up at Dave, who has his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

“Is this okay?” 

“Yeah…keep going,” Dave moans out, his hands clenching at the sheets. “You’re doing good, sweetheart. You can add another one now.”

James does as he’s told and carefully pushes another finger in, gently stretching Dave out. The man below him begins to make these soft, guttural sounds that are music to his ears. He’s never heard Dave sound like this, and it makes him feel powerful.

“You’re so hot like this,” James murmurs, his eyes roaming over the man’s body. Dave merely chuckles breathlessly. “There’s all kinds of things you can do with your fingers to please someone with a pussy. You can curl them…that’s when you, well, curl them.”

James looks down, realizing he’s never done that before. “Like this?” he says, as he starts to gently curve and uncurl his fingers.

Dave whines in response, a strangled sound that makes James’ heart beat faster. The man is usually the one in control, it’s strange to see him this way.

“Keep doing that..” Dave rasps softly. “And if you move your fingers faster…fuck…that’ll feel so good.” He has his eyes closed, his thighs quivering.

James nods, picking up the speed with his fingers while continuing to move then in a curling motion. He can’t believe he’s able to make Dave sound like that, it’s the ultimate ego booster. He begins to use his free hand to rub tight circles over the man’s clit as well, not sure if he’s doing it right, but he’s determined to make it good for him.

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart….just a little longer…” Dave’s words are slightly broken as he trembles against the bed, the back of his hand resting over his mouth.

James redoubles his efforts, trying to listen to Dave’s instructions and keep up with the speed of his fingers. It’s starting to become a little tiring for his hand, but he soldiers on, determined to see this though.

“I’m doing good?” he asks, his voice dripping with innocence, even though he knows he’s probably driving Dave mad right now.

Dave nods fervently, choking out, “Yeah, yeah—fuck, and..and you can scissor them. That’s when you spread—”

The ginger cuts himself off with a cry, back toes curling as he holds onto James’ forearm. The vocalist’s fingers spread out, scissoring him unexpectedly.

James is a little startled at the reaction, but also immensely satisfied that he got such in response. Seeing Dave like this, so out of control and completely undone, has to be the highlight of his day. His fingers brush against a certain spot that makes Dave keen, and he takes note of it.

“Like that?” he asks, his voice a little cocky. “Is that the spot?”

Dave lets out a shuddering breath and nods, unable to speak for a moment. He’s never had someone so eager to learn like this before, and it’s a massive turn on but also a bit overwhelming.

“Mmm…yeah…don’t stop..” he manages to gasp out, his eyes squeezed shut. He can feel the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer. “J-James..”

James hums in acknowledgement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He keeps up his pace, focusing on hitting that spot that makes Dave whine out so desperately. 

“You close, baby?” he asks, his eyes roaming over the man’s face. Dave merely nods, whining out a yes in response, his breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

There's a few moments of quiet, tension building up in the air, like lightning just before a storm. Dave's body tenses up, his muscles taut and straining as he reaches the peak of his pleasure. He comes with a cry that sounds more animalistic than human, his body going into spasm as his nails dig into James’ forearms.

James watches in awe, his fingers still inside of Dave, feeling the man’s inner walls clenching around him. He can see the tears of ecstasy on Dave’s lashes and the flush of pink covering the ginger’s sweaty face. He coaxed the older man through his orgasm before finally pulling away. Dave finally slumps back into the bed, he looks absolutely wrecked.

“That was hot,” James says, his voice a little dazed and out of breath.

Dave doesn’t immediately respond, his chest still heaving slightly as he tries to recover from the intense orgasm he just had. He feels like he’s been boneless, his limbs like jello and his brain turned to mush. 

“Yeah…” he says finally, his voice hoarse and rough. “That was…something else, sweetheart.”

The corner of James’ mouth curves up in a cheeky little smile, a smug look in his eyes. He gently pulls his fingers out of Dave, bringing them up to his mouth to lick them clean. “You taste good,” he says, the innocence in his voice contradicted by his actions.

Dave lets out a huff and rolls his eyes fondly at the boy’s antics. “You’re a tease, you know that?” he says, sitting up and pulling the vocalist in for a lazy kiss. He can taste a bit of himself on James’ tongue, and it shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

James laughs against the man’s lips, “Only for you, old man.”

He breaks away from the kiss and pushes Dave back down flat on his back, coming between his legs. He looks down at him, a wanting look in his eyes. “My turn, now?”Dave can’t help but chuckle at the boy’s neediness. “Well, you did such a good job earlier, I reckon you deserve a treat.” 

He spreads his legs wider, one arm resting behind his head, the other hand tracing up and down the boy’s arm. James’ brain fizzles out a little at the sight, his eyes automatically drifting from the man’s face down to the space between his legs. He swallows, suddenly feeling a little nervous. 

“What..what do I do?” he asks, his voice slightly shaky as he glances down, then back up to meet Dave’s eyes. Dave can clearly see the tent in James’ jeans, aching to get out.

Dave reaches down and hooks a finger in the belt loop of James’ jeans, tugging him closer. “First, you take these off,” he mutters, James’ fingers making quick work of the button and zipper. 

The vocalist squirms slightly, clearly a little eager to get his clothes off. He’s a little embarrassed at how hard he is, but Dave’s not going to tease him about it. He throws his jeans to the floor, revealing his white boxer briefs. The material is already damp from where he’s leaked precome through them, and he tossed those away too.

There’s a soft intake of breath from the man below him, his eyes roaming over the boy’s form appreciatively. “Mm…” Dave grins. “I knew you’d be big.” 

James feels his cheeks heat up red, but the look in Dave’s eyes is enough to make his head spin. “Really?” he asks, hoping it’s true. “You’re like a damn tripod,” Dave teases, a wolfish smirk on his stupid pretty face. “Bet you’re gonna break someone in half with that thing.”

The vocalist lets out a choked laugh, “You flatter me.” he says, his cheeks flushing red.“Mmm, but only when I’m telling the truth, sweetheart.” Dave reaches up and grabs the boy’s hips, pulling him closer to his chest. “Come on now,” he murmurs, nipping at his ear. “I’m gonna teach you how to fuck someone properly. You ready?”

James can feel his heart thudding loudly in his chest as he nods his head, his eyes wide with anticipation. His hands come down to find purchase on Dave’s hips, and he swallows thickly. He nods mutely, unable to speak, his hands finding purchase on the man’s broad shoulders. “Yeah..just show me what to do.”

Dave smiles and draws him closer, legs wrapped around James hips. “First thing’s first,” he says, his hands trailing down the boy’s neck. “You can’t go in dry. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

James nods seriously, letting out a small “ah” as Dave speaks. He’s trying very hard to concentrate on what the man is saying and make sure he doesn’t mess this up. It helps that the man’s hands are trailing all over his body, soft and gentle.

“So you use lube. Probably the most important part. Be generous with it—better to be safe than sorry.”

The redhead reaches over and grabs the bottle from the nightstand, squeezing some into his hand and reaching down between their bodies. The cold liquid makes James shiver, but he holds himself still.

“That’s it. Just like that.” Dave says, as he starts to slowly pump his hand over the boy’s length, spreading the lube around. He’s looking up at the boy, admiring the way he flushes a deep red, his eyes dark and glassy. The boy has his lips bitten in a pout and his head thrown back, and Dave can almost imagine what he’ll look like moaning his name later.

James’ whole body jerks at the touch, gasping as Dave jerks him off. He’s trying not to make too many embarrassing sounds, but the feel of the man’s hand is almost too much. It feels too good to contain, and a small whorish moan escapes from his mouth. “Oh..my god, Dave..”

The older man grins, and he stops after James is seemed ready enough, guiding his cock towards his entrance. His cunt throbs, aching with need and soaking wet. 

“You gotta look when you line yourself up, okay?”

James lets out a shaky breath and nods as he does what he’s told, his hands coming down on the bed next to Dave’s shoulders to keep his balance. When he begins to press in, he has to take a moment because of the sudden heat enveloping his cock. “Shit…God…” he shivers, biting his lip to keep himself from letting out a wanton moan.

Dave groans, hazel eyes fluttering shut. James is big—lengthy and girthy in a way that stretches him out beautifully. He’s only taken half of the blonde before he’s stilling him with a hand, face scrunching up as he tries to adjust.

“Wait a minute,” he gasps out, taking a few quick breaths to steady himself. James almost worries he’s done something wrong, but then Dave’s opening his eyes and looking up at him. The man’s expression is almost fond, and he places a hand against the boy’s cheek. “Just hold still for me, okay? You’re doing great.”

The boy nods, trying to remain as still as possible as Dave adjusts. “You’re really tight..” James whispers, and he has to make some effort to keep his breathing steady. He looks down at Dave, his eyes wide with awe. He’s never seen the man look so…vulnerable before.

“Yeah…I don’t do this often.” Dave grins, his hand coming up to toy with a few strands of the blonde’s hair. He shifts his hips a little, pushing down against James’ length. “Okay…you can move now.”

James lets out another shaky moan and begins to move, his body trembling as he slowly pushes in. The feeling of Dave’s warm and tight walls is better than anything he’s ever felt before…he’s not going to be able to last very long. 

“Fuck….” The vocalist whimpers, his brow furrowing as he grips the sheets by the ginger’s head. He looks down at Dave, whose eyes are squeezed shut and mouth open in pleasure, strangled sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart.” Dave murmurs, his voice low and rough. He reaches up and runs a hand down the boy’s back, nails scraping lightly over the skin. “You make me feel so full.” The look on the guitarist’s face makes him want to keep this going on forever, because he looks so beautiful like this, chasing after his high like this is the meaning behind his life.

The vocalizations that Dave’s making is like music to his ears. It’s the most unguarded he’s ever heard the man, like the walls Dave’s spent so much time building has suddenly come down. 

James feels a deep sense of pride in himself, that he can make the man who always seems in control fall apart like this. He leans down, his chest resting against Dave’s and he starts to pick up the pace a bit, but enough that they’re still going rather slow.

Dave can feel the boy trembling, the strain on his face as he tries to hold himself back. The way his muscles are clenched and straining, holding himself up as he moves back and forth, it makes him look like a Greek sculpture or a statue from ancient times. “You can go faster, sweetheart.” He says, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He’s enjoying this just as much as James is.

James lets out a guttural moan, the noise so deep and desperate that he’s almost ashamed of it. He can’t help but piston his hips into Dave like he’s afraid he’ll slip through his fingers., pushing into him deeper and faster, chasing that feeling of bliss. He looks down at the man’s face, watching the way his brows knit together, cheeks all rosy. “You look so good like this,” James gasps. “So perfect...”

Dave hums, the sound reverberating through his chest. He’s never had anyone so eager and willing before, someone who’s so focused on pleasing him. It’s doing things to his heart and his head that he doesn’t want to think too hard about. “You’re doing so well, baby..” he croons, fingers wrapping into the boy’s hair and pulling him down. “I’m so close..”

James’ body feels like it’s on fire, the words sending sparks down his spine and setting his skin aflame. He feels like he’s going to burst at the seams any second, and the way Dave’s hand is tangled in his hair, the other roaming all around his body, isn’t helping either. “Me too…I’m so close..” he whines, biting his lip as his eyes flutter close. James is now fucking into him with reckless abandon, chasing their mounting pleasures.

Dave can feel the tension coiled in the pit of his loins, ready to burst at any moment. “James-!” He screams, and then the boy is coming with a loud and desperate cry, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Dave follows close after, clenching his eyes shut as he trembles with the force of it. It almost feels like he goes white for a few moments, and he has to gasp for breath. 

Dave’s insides feel gummy and warm with come, fluttering around James with the aftershocks of his climax. James’ lanky form collapses on top of Dave, and the older man gently scratches his scalp soothingly. 

They stay connected for a few seconds, only pulling apart when they feel James’ semen start to ooze out of his sensitive cunt. Disheveled and blissed out, Dave smiles lazily up at James. The younger man smiles back, and there’s a flash of arousal in his powder-blue eyes at the sight of Dave. 

“…Can we go again?”