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Very Much Untitled, John/Matt, 219 words, Hard R/NC-17. Written for myself (haha, now you see why it's untitled!); I requested Live Free or Die Hard, John McClane/Matthew Farrell, weapons kink.
The gun nudged his head again and, though it wasn’t loaded -at John’s insistence- it sent an anxious, anticipatory shiver down Matt’s spine and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, gripping his own tightly.
John hissed at the vibration, jerking his hips forward and forcing himself further down Matt's throat. “Christ, Kid, I fucking love your mouth,” he said, gripping Matt's head with his free hand. “Fucking love it.”
Matt would have smiled if he’d been able to; instead, he sank further down John’s cock, gagging slightly, before pulling back and sucking at the head, tongue swirling around it. John groaned, tightening his grip on the gun, causing it to tap gently against Matt’s head. Jerking frantically at his own cock, Matt slid his mouth down the side of John’s cock, slurping, before taking it back into his mouth and sucking voraciously.
“Shit!” John laughed breathlessly and tapped the gun against Matt’s head again, this time more meaningfully. “I…shit, I’m coming.” Closing his eyes, Matt moaned around his cock and John cursed, shooting warm come into Matt’s mouth and down his throat. As he did, his grip on the gun tightened and it fired, empty, against Matt’s temple.
At the quiet yet resounding click, Matt froze before coming, hard, all over his hands and the floor below.
porn_battle.Very Much Untitled, John/Matt, 219 words, Hard R/NC-17. Written for myself (haha, now you see why it's untitled!); I requested Live Free or Die Hard, John McClane/Matthew Farrell, weapons kink.
The gun nudged his head again and, though it wasn’t loaded -at John’s insistence- it sent an anxious, anticipatory shiver down Matt’s spine and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, gripping his own tightly.
John hissed at the vibration, jerking his hips forward and forcing himself further down Matt's throat. “Christ, Kid, I fucking love your mouth,” he said, gripping Matt's head with his free hand. “Fucking love it.”
Matt would have smiled if he’d been able to; instead, he sank further down John’s cock, gagging slightly, before pulling back and sucking at the head, tongue swirling around it. John groaned, tightening his grip on the gun, causing it to tap gently against Matt’s head. Jerking frantically at his own cock, Matt slid his mouth down the side of John’s cock, slurping, before taking it back into his mouth and sucking voraciously.
“Shit!” John laughed breathlessly and tapped the gun against Matt’s head again, this time more meaningfully. “I…shit, I’m coming.” Closing his eyes, Matt moaned around his cock and John cursed, shooting warm come into Matt’s mouth and down his throat. As he did, his grip on the gun tightened and it fired, empty, against Matt’s temple.
At the quiet yet resounding click, Matt froze before coming, hard, all over his hands and the floor below.