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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?”

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Yall dont fw Jason in blue bathrobe like 𝐈 𝐃𝐎

self indulgent jameson.

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i mean dirty sweaty disgustingly down bad sex

ok thanks for listening to my Ted talk

edit: you’re all freaks. i love it. i’ll add a link once I’m done writing this

i WILL get him pregnant mark my words

theres no way they havent fucked dude

The waitress story😂

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𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 - 𝐄𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, blow job(s), gunplay, threats of violence,

nsfw under the cut :)

Dave was stirred from his sleep by soft footsteps. He glances at the clock—2 AM it reads. Oh, bother. He instinctively falls back into the sheets, thinking it to be his mother doing something random at an ungodly hour. Just as he was halfway through going back to sleep, his breath catches in his throat.

He lives alone.

Immediately, he sobers up and he stiffens. There’s footsteps ringing through his house, and he lives alone. Shit. Did he leave his door unlocked? No, he triple-checked and double locked the door. Window? All locked as well. Shit. This has to be a break-in. He can hear the intruder’s soft scuffling. His dog’s not there to scare away the intruder, and Dave finds himself lacking any phones nearby, just his trusty glock. Was this the guy that’s been robbing houses in his area? Fuck.

Dave takes the weapon and slides it under the sheets. Tension coiled in his heart, his head pounding with each thump of his heart, adrenaline spiking his form. He cocks the gun, safety flicked off. The assailant’s outside his door now, and he ducks under the sheets, feigning sleep as he grips his gun tight.

The door creaks open, and Dave can hear his own breathing, louder than everything and anything in this room. His eyes flutter shut, and he can sense the person. They’re close. Sneaking to his side of the bed, by his nightstand. The bastard opens his drawer, tentatively looking at Dave to measure how much of a deep sleeper he was. No reaction Dave gave, a statue in his bed.

The intruder rummaged through his nightstand drawer. Took out photos, resting them uninterestedly on the side. Ignored his car keys and stashes of drugs. Tutting, even. Rude..

Dave shifts and sits up—the robber turns, met with the head of Dave’s glock to the forehead. The person’s eyes widen in recognition—his own weapon mistakenly left on the ground a meter away. Dave stared down at the intruder, inclined to pull the trigger.

“Well.” Dave mutters, relishing in the fear that sparks in the bright blue of the intruder’s eyes. He smirks, the person just where he wanted him. He presses the gun harshly into the robber’s forehead, enough that the person’s head tilts back a little, frozen in shock and fear. Now it’s the man’s turn for the adrenaline to pump. Now it’s his turn to feel like the cornered rabbit.

“Never thought I’d get robbed. Silly me.”

He says mockingly to the intruder. The man doesn’t respond. Merely sits there on his knees like a fearful dog, power stripped the moment Dave brought the gun up to his head. Dave revelled in rush that it brought, smirk settling on his features.

“You’re that guy that’s been breaking into people’s homes, right? Nod.”

The robber hesitates, blue eyes flickering with apprehension. He nods.

“Take that stupid thing off.”

Dave all but commands, gun still firm against his head, moving back a little so the intruder could take his black balaclava off. Dave’s breath caught in his throat as the intruder’s face is revealed. Hazel eyes narrow, and the gun roughly pressed against the man’s temple. He bares his teeth like a savage dog, lip curling up as he eyed the blue-eyed blondie he had come to loathe.

“Oh my fuckin god… Well, if it isn’t the mighty ol’ Hetfield. God, I should blast your brains out for this.” Dave croons, dragging the man forward by the collar. James winced at the cold steel against the side of his skull, digging into his skin.

“Shit—I didn’t know you-“

“Save the excuses, Hetfield. Gimme a good reason as to why I shouldn’t split your skull open right now. It’s low to rob, but to try and rob me? Fuckin’ Christ.” Dave muses, tutting as he shook his head like a disappointed parent. Grinning wildly with his pearly whites peaking through peachy lips.

“Listen, Dave, I didn’t know you lived here—it’s not my fault I don’t keep tabs on you.” James tried his best not to stutter under the stress.

Dave sneers, it’s oh so familiar to James. 

“Blame yourself for being a thief. Four homes already, James. Aren’t you supposed to be in San Fran with your wonderband? Wonder what your buddies at Metallica would think… When the police get to you, oh, that’d be hilarious. That is, if I don’t make a crime scene of you.”

Dave isn’t good natured in basis, and neither is he on cordial terms at all with James, so Hetfield is royally screwed. Just as Metallica was finally making it big-time with Master of Puppets. Pulling this stupid cash-grab stunt would ruin everything he and Lars had worked so hard to build. As much as he knows he’s a petty thief, he knows that Dave has the same, if not more, crimes under his belt than himself.

“Listen, just let me go, don’t tell anyone, and I’ll make it up to you.” James hates how pleading his tone is, how pathetic he looks on his knees in front of David fucking Mustaine of all people. “Please.”

Dave’s face shifts to thoughtfulness, the same conniving smirk returning to his stupid face. He had something in mind, that much was for sure.“Make it up to me how?”

James hesitated. “Any way.”

Dave grins down at him. “What do you think is a suitable compensation?” Fucker was making James spell out what they both had in mind, and it was making James’ pride crack each second that passed. Fuck this cocky, egomaniacal ginger.

“I…” James began, swallowing thickly. “I could blow you.”

James cringed internally as soon as the words left his lips. Dave’s eyebrow quirked in interest. Wouldn’t have been the first time James had to compensate Dave with a blowjob. Dave feigned being deep in thought, unable to wipe his stupid shit-eating grin off his face.

“You better show me a good time.”He says half-jokingly, a serious threatening undertone to his words. His hazel eyes scan James’ face, before he pulls his gun away slightly, keeping it in his hand. James knows he isn’t playing around, and even if he was, wouldn’t want to risk being arrested or worse. 

He’d rather sacrifice his dignity than die at the hands of his enemy.

Mustaine shifts to the edge of the bed, smugly watching James get to work. Quick to slide Dave’s boxers down, the ginger was already semi-hard and working to a full erection. Did he get off to James’ fear? Or maybe his pathetic pleading? Damn pervert…

James still remembers what Dave’s cock looks like even after what, 3 years? Beautiful rosy head, a prominent vein on the left, soft and slightly trimmed strawberry blonde curls nestled above his flush shaft. James peels off his gloves, curling his fingers around Dave’s now raging hard-on. James could feel the thick veins pulsing on the underside of his shaft, precome pearling at the head as he gave him a firm, languorous stroke. The skin of his dick was silky, soft and flaming hot against James’ cool palm.

Dave shuddered an exhale, hands propping his form up as he leaned back slightly to rest on his wrists. He watched the blonde through devious hazel eyes, swirling with lust and pride. It’s been far too long since he’s had anyone touch his dick, and to have his old flame on his knees? It almost made Dave laugh if not for the electric currents snaking up his loins like a serpent of pleasure.

James’ thumb circled around his slit, spreading his precome around, remembering how the movement used to make Dave’s eyes roll back and his breath die out. It seemed to still have the same effect, the ginger hissing as James’ finger thumbed his slit. James glanced up at the ginger, whose eyes watched him through heavy eyelids, biting down on his lip. ‘Pretty,’ Hetfield thinks to himself as he shuffled closer, leaning in to wrap his lips around Dave’s thick cock.

The inviting warmth of James’ mouth has Dave reeling, oh so familiar and yet a distant memory, a shadow of their past together. His hand settles to tightly grip those messy curls as James hollows his cheeks and bobs up and down, able to take him to the hilt with practiced ease. James groans as the shaft hits past his throat, Dave shudders at the vibrations, pleasure tingling his spine.

“That’s it…fuuuck..”

He doesn’t forget about the gun in his hand, and when James starts to slow down to a torturous pace to poke fun at the ginger, he’s quick to point it to his temple again. He knows Dave won’t shoot since he’s getting to embarrass James out of this as well as getting blown, but his little power-play of theirs has James’ cock stiflingly hard. That, paired with Dave ordering him to stop his teasing, has him nearly coming in his jeans.

The cold metal reminds James to pick up his pace, and he does, cupping Dave’s hefty balls while at it. Dave’s breath stutters, his grip on the gun falters. His one weakness, being fondled like that. A soft groan slips past his lips and that motivates James to bob his head up and down faster, tonguing the base of his cock. Dave pulls on James’ hair, cheeks now flush as roses, muffling his moans. James’ forgotten how many times he’s jerked off to Dave like that, all flush and sweaty with the image of himself choking on his cock. It’s his wet dreams come true.

“Shit…forgot how good you look sucking me off..”

James slots two fingers and a thumb at the base of Dave’s dick, jerking him off in the same pace as he’s bobbing his head, his fingers twisting in a way that has Dave seeing stars behind his closed eyelids. He mutters a string of “fuck”and “shit”, lips parted in pleasure, panting like a dog, soft whines escaping the confines of his throat. Saliva’s dripping down his chin, but James just hums. Dave’s nerve endings feel like they’re on fire with how good this all feels at the same time. He pulls James’ head to his hilt, revelling in the way James choked, it all felt so damn good.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—“

James can feel Dave’s balls strain, his cock thickening as it filled up, before the familiar feeling of Dave’s spend bursting down his throat returns. He swallows eagerly, choking here and there, massaging the ginger’s balls until the man hisses in overstimulation. James pulls off with a wet pop, licking the remaining spunk off his length. Giving a final kiss to Dave’s reddened and sensitive tip, James wiped the drool and come from his mouth and chin.

Dave looks out of breath and blissed, akin to a pornstar, only this was very real and very appealing. He smiled down languidly at James.

“Well,” Dave pants, catching his breath.

The blonde’s gaze roves over Dave, spent cock going limp, satisfied. But his own erection isn’t going away so soon, and he doesn’t think that Dave will reject an opportunity to get his brains fucked out like the good old times. He moves to unceremoniously slip Dave’s boxers off, the ginger raising an eyebrow.

“Can I?” James asks, lifting Dave’s thigh as the older man is pushed onto his forearms. Dave eyes the noticeable bulge in the blonde’s jeans. The ginger smirks. He knows that James could never resist the allure of getting ahold of Dave and fucking him senseless, even after their years of tension and enmity.

“You’ve always been such a hungry little slut for me, huh?” James felt the wind get knocked out of him. Dave’s filthy words, growled in his gravelly morning voice with that damn smirk, were going straight to his dick. It had been so long since James had told him that he was a slut for him. And it felt good to finally hear it once more.

“Lube.” He drawls, and Dave jabs his thumb towards his nightstand. James had skimmed past the large clear bottle, a little less than half used. No surprise a hot guy like Dave was still getting game after their messy break up, but it made James’s heart tug with uncharacteristic jealously.

Grasping one of Dave’s asscheeks, James spreads it wide. He slathers his fingers up, quick to prod and push past the tightly furled ring of muscle that is Dave’s ass. Dave groans pleasurably as he’s fed James’ finger, and then another, knuckle deep in his heat. James set a steady rhythm, spreading and curling and scissoring his fingers in a way that had Dave keening. His breath hitched, and he’s half hard now, dick twitching eagerly.

“C’mon, open me up.” Dave breathes eagerly, hazel eyes hazy with lust.

Dave curses, elbows bending backwards as he fists his sheets, powerful thighs flexing with each brush against his prostrate. Fuck, Dave could probably come on James’ fingers alone at this rate. It was clear that nothing had even touched Dave’s pink little hole for a long time from his sheer tightness around James’ fingers. Somehow that made his cock throb more, twitching against its confines like a beast made to escape. Dave’s whines and soft groans only fed the fire burning in his core, molten lava in his loins.

“So fuckin’ tight for me, huh? Perfect little hole…” James mutters, and Dave moans obscenely at his words.

Finally withdrawing his fingers once Dave was deemed stretched out enough, Dave sighs, his hole fluttering as James pulled out his rock-hard cock. His tip is blurting precome, there’s a wet spot in his boxers. The younger sheds his clothes, tossing Dave’s shirt onto the mix of clothes on the ground. James shoves Dave’s sheets onto the ground, jerking off of his now slicked-up length. Dave bites his lower lip, eyes wanting.

“Don’t tease ‘n make me wait.” Dave mutters, spreading his legs as James chuckles raspily, throat still sore from throating him.

He glides his heavy cock against Dave’s perineum, the ginger shivers involuntarily, goosebumps prickling his skin. Fuck, he needed James buried in him right now or he’d get violent.

“Give it to me James,” Dave all but whines, James holds the back of Dave’s knees up, settling his ankles on his broad shoulders. He lines himself up with Dave’s lubed hole, tip rubbing against the ring of muscle teasingly. Dave scoffs, and James gives him a good slap on the thigh before the strawberry blonde is split open. Dave bites down a cry, James softly rocking his hips and working Dave open further. It felt like he was being torn apart, unused to the stretch that came with fucking someone as hung as James. It felt like their first time all over again, 5 years back in Lars’ garage, when James had popped Dave’s cherry at the height of their sexual tension and horniness.

“God, missed this fuckin’ pornstar cock…so big, never had someone as good as you.” Dave drawled, back stiffening as he’s stuffed full.

His cheeks burned as Dave’s obscene praise rung louder than it should’ve in his ears. His balls were now flush against Dave’s ass, and the short blond curls on his groin rubbed against Dave’s hot, slick skin. James felt the flutter of Dave’s hole around his dick, and it had James gripping Dave’s hips bruisingly. Dave looked his hottest like this, back bowed in ecstasy and his ass stuffed to the fullest it could be with James’ dick. James draped himself over Dave and grabbed at his chin gently, leaning in against his chest and tilting his head so that he could look into Dave’s eyes. James nuzzled Dave’s neck before drawling against his ear, “You like my cock so fuckin’ deep in your ass, yeah? You take me so good..”

Dave whines as each roll of James’ hips hastened, his eyes fluttering closed, his lashes fanned out and screwed in ecstasy. God, Dave missed this. Missed them—wait, nonono- He shoved those thoughts away when James’ crude moan broke the panting silence between them. Dave’s dick twitched at the sound, precome dripping from his cockhead. James sunk his teeth into Dave’s pale neck, biting down roughly. He released his hip in favour of jacking Dave off, whose hips bucked into James’ calloused hand like a fucktoy. “Fuckfuckfuck—“ Dave cried as James swirled the wetness on his tip, before giving him a few pumps and repeating. That pleasurably torturous cycle had Dave close to busting any second, squirming under James.

“Please—oh, fuck, James!”

James was hitting Dave’s sweet spot with each brutal and calculated roll of his hips. Dave’s prostate felt raw and swollen, and it took everything for him not to come right then. James gave him a particularly well-angled thrust, cock hitting his prostate dead on. His dick rubbed against it decadently as James withdrew, only to slam in and nail it again, right on the dot. It made Dave arch his back into a tight bow against James as the sparks spread up every nerve like he was lit up by lightning.

James’ dick felt like it was in heaven—Dave’s tight, enveloping heat was too welcoming, unlike any groupie or woman he’d fucked in the last few years. No one made him crazy with lust, as spellbound over a person like Dave did. The way he clenched around his dick with each jab at his g-spot, a goddamn dick guillotine.

“James—!” Dave sobbed a final time, tears in his eyes as his core tightening, his dick pulsing and balls seizing up as he came. James drew him in for a kiss—one that they hadn’t shared in a long time. It felt good. Almost as good as when thick white ropes painted the pale expanse of his chest after he came, James’ hand slowing its pumping. James still mercilessly rut like an animal into Dave like a cocksleeve until he finally came a few moments after. Dave felt James’ spend fill him up, hot and making his insides feel runny. James made a few final, languid thrusts into Dave, fucking his seed in. He lowered Dave’s legs and collapsed onto the older man, both breathing in synchronicity.

Dave wrapped his arms around James in an uncharacteristic hug. James reciprocated. They laid boneless in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, their steadying breaths the only sounds in the room, James softened, and turned his head up to meet Dave’s gaze. “Does that count as a good time?” Dave huffed reluctantly with a pout. “Yes. Consider yourself…redeemed.”

James huffed a laugh and pulled out, to which Dave winced. Getting a towel from Dave’s bathroom, he cleaned them both up before they lay on their sides, spooning while drawn close. Intimate. Too long had gone without this. Dave revelled in the warmth of James. Even if James might be gone in the morning, he’d take solace in the heat of the now.

“Hey…Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make me leave.” James was pleading, vulnerable. Dave’s heart softened.

“..I won’t. Not tonight.”