Thread: pure i m a g i n a t i o n [fics & stuff]

size-2Hold still, darling. Brady grumbled in response to an order so easily issued. Holding still with a finger lodged tightly up his arse wasn't the simplest thing to obey. He was currently wind up tighter than a two dollar watch. The sheets were melded to his body like second skin, silk and satin and all things metallic. Bae kept a cool house but Brady's flesh was boiling at a fever pitch. Bae smiled indulgently, although Brady would have to spit his own hair out to see him properly. Noah Baelfire was going to be his undoing but Brady had long since reconciled with the fact that he no longer cared. Bae loved him and Brady loved Bae. There was no need to complicate it. I only ask because I'm afraid of hurting you, Bae explained patiently, his voice a warm, velvet shroud that swept over one's senses like a drug, you're very tight. Brady snorted and pinched the tips of his slender fingers over his pillowcase. Just hand me a dollar for every time I've heard that and I'll be richer than you. Brady deliberately trained his eyes on Bae's face, studying his reaction. In the past, the merest implication of any trust trysts with other men would have set the Englishman off but Bae had come a long way. Indeed, the smile currently gracing his handsome face was all the proof that was necessary. You are as rich as me. My wealth is your wealth, Brady, we discussed this at length. No, you discussed and I liste- aaaaahn! Don't speak, Bae hushed with an infuriating smirk. He was twisting his finger around, toying with Brady's slickness and prodding at the little nub inside of him that was sure to drive him wild. You look so good like this, Bae breathed and even in his love drunk state Brady could make out the obsession in his voice, I love seeing your face contort when I find your prostrate and the way your body writhes is like an erotic dance only for my viewing pleasure. You're art unfolding, my love. Brady had a clever reply somewhere on the tip of his tongue but had to bite it back in favour of a loud cry Bae's finger had pressed down on that bloody nub extra hard. Hey, baby, Bae whispered, lips pressed to Brady's flushed brow, your little hole is so red, I wish you could see it. The more excited you get, the redder it gets. You blush everywhere, don't you? Fuck you, Brady managed to gasp as Bae added another finger to the torment. He bent his back in a smooth curve not unlike the iconic bow bridge of his childhood. His fingers gripped Bae's steely arm, biting into the clothed skin. Fucker was still fully dressed, Brady realise deliriously. That shirt probably cost more than his car insurance. I will fuck you, Bae promised with a growl in his tone that sent shivers down Brady's naked spine, I'll fuck you every night until you can't think of anything but your need for my cock. I'm going to use you till you cry out my name, I'm going to make you tell me you're mine. You'll feel nothing but pleasure from here on out, Brady, I swear. I love you. Brady's grip on Bae was slippery but his lover hardly seemed to mind. Fine, he relented, sweat-soaked and growing desperate, But I want your dick in my mouth before you decide to do any of that. Bae's face split into a grin and a soft laugh followed that tugged at Brady's heart strings in ways he struggled to explain. Bae's eyes lit up when he laughed and all the shadows would pass at once, giving way to the boy he might have once been, before life took its toll on him, before he was forced to hide. That sounds fair, Bae agreed. He tilted Brady's chin up gently and claimed his lips in a tender kiss. Love you, he murmured, stubble scraping over Brady's soft skin, I love you so much. They wound up in a tangle of limbs. At one point Brady was convinced that Bae had breached him deeper than was humanly possible, that they had become one being and would never come undone. If Bae was the beginning then Brady was his end. They rocked faster and faster, perspiring and panting and moaning around deep kisses. It was the closest to heaven either of them would ever get and it was enough. With come dribbling out of his sore ass, Brady lay as still as he could while his boyfriend licked him clean. Every now and then Bae would find a particularly sensitive spot and send Brady jerking high. Noah, he whimpered under his breath, and Bae would glance up long enough to send him a look that would have his worries fading away. Green eyes , Brady thought blearily, the greenest eyes I've ever seen. My green-eyed boyfriend. Baby, why are you looking at me like that? Brady had to smirk. Bae was the one guy who could successfully convince everyone and himself that the opinion of others meant nothing to him and yet every time he caught himself under Brady's gaze he felt bashful and unsure. It could reduce his raw sex appeal to boyish charm and Brady found it terribly endearing. Would you relax, Brady groaned with an exaggerated stretch of his sticky body, You know damn well that you're the best lookin guy I've ever dated. To his credit, Bae looked unfazed by this remark and Brady had to laugh. The arrogance of Bae, however put upon, was hilarious. I want to be the best period, Bae insisted, his eyebrows raising in a way that Brady recognized - the insecurities were mounting. You are, Brady replied absently. He felt Bae's long fingers grasp his delicate chin and direct his gaze towards him. I want to be perfect for you, Bae reasoned stubbornly. He was stroking his hand through the drying come on Brady's stomach and affectively making the muscles clench. No one is perfect, Brady countered patiently. You are. I walked into that one, he sighed. He could have read Bae's frantic need for approval with his eyes closed. Brady was tempted to grab him and tell him to shut up but he knew how counterproductive that could be. Bae didn't mean to act this way, they were all of them products of their environments and Bae probably had to fight harder than most for approval. I love you the most, Bae declared. I know- No, you don't, Bae interrupted, looking both sad and frustrated, I wasn't good to you before but I swear, Brady, no one can love you like I can or as much as I can. I love you more than Jon Snow or Jesss Pinkman ever could. Please believe that. Please. Brady saw the tears forming in those otherwise mesmerizing greens and felt as though he had already lost the battle, one which he had never wanted to take part in. Still, he reached up and wrapped himself around Bae like the smaller spoon and kissed him passionately. They had more problems than any relationship Brady had ever been in but everything seemed so trivial when they were together like this. Bae stirred something inside of him Brady hadn't known he could feel. He wanted more things from his lover than he dared admit but Bae was willing to give him more. I love you the most, Bae echoed against their joint mouths, please don't forget... Brady didn't jolt awake so much as he slowly slipped into consciousness. It was dark still but the first little inklings of light were creeping through the cracks in the sky and Brady knew that they would all soon be bathed in light. It was early in the morning and while he had many things to do on this working day. for now, he could lie there and enjoy the silence. A thought suddenly occurred to him as wakefulness won the battle. He was supposed to meet Bae later that day. Well, fuck. size