“Oh Ryan, you masochistic angel.”
Summary: Ryan, contemplating his family issues accidentally gets burnt by a cigarette by Brendon and this has made him discover a new part of himself !!!
TW: degradation, edging, palming, top! Brendon and Bottom! Ryan, THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST FANFIC SO IDK HOW GOOD IT IS :( , both of them are of age and activities are consensual, puppy play, finger gagging, tying up, the plot is really just smut 😁
Ryan sat, curled up on the couch, knees drawn up, the soft light of the tv throwing blue light across his face. He wasn’t watching it, not at all. How could he watch tv when his mind was just so filled with these grotesque thoughts? How his parents voices, once so happy and energetic with each other, now so silent and decomposing. To him, it all felt so degrading. So heavy, as if the thought was just some ache that felt so oddly familiar. And as much as Ryan Ross knew, at his 20 years of age, he would continue to live with that ever lasting ache.
Brendon was next to him on the couch, smoking a cigarette, looking better than any Heaven or Hell that could possibly be out there. The cigarette was dangling between his two fingers, the ember subsisting as a tiny orange eye in the dim room. Brendon then shifted, reaching for the ashtray on their shared coffee table. The same coffee table where that strong black rope laid along with the many notebooks filled with songs and coffee stains. Ryan’s gaze would always drift back to that rope, always wondering what use he could make of it because at the time, it hadn’t been used once.
Ryan suddenly hissed, feeling a confusing sensation of both pain and pleasure, he looked down to see that same cigarette that Brendon had been holding just a minute ago, had burnt his finger. Apparently he hadn’t seen when the cigarette dipped, looking back he was happy as hell that he didn’t see that cigarette.
“Oh fuck-Ryan….im sorry, I’m so, so, sorry.” Brendon was already leaning in, his voice soft and panicked. Grabbing Ryan’s hand, he started to coddle him like Ryan was the most precious thing in the world “Did that burn you? Oh, come here baby. I’m so sorry, I was being a idiot! I wasn’t watching.”
For a moment, Ryan just sat there, letting Brendon cradle his hand, feeling his soft hand stroking carefully over the mark, mumbling apologies as if he was trying to sooth a kid. But to Ryan it felt…good. Too good to be true, the sting was still there, bright and clear under Brendon’s worried touches.
Ryan’s voice came out quiet and shaky “…Do it again.”
“Do it. Burn me again. Please.” Ryans eyes were dark, so so dark, and doey, fixated on Brendon like a puppy waiting for a treat.
“Ryan….Ryan, no. That’s-“ Brendon paused letting out this laugh mixed sigh, something he always did when he was feeling hesitant. “I just hurt you! I’m not gonna-“
“Brendon, Cmon, Please.” Ryan’s hand turned in Brendon’s grip, offering the same knuckle “I liked it-I loved it, just one more, please…”
Brendon’s hesitation lasted only just a few more seconds. Then, slowly, he brought the cigarette close again, the tip hovering just above right where he needed it, Ryan’s breath hitched violently. And when the heat pressed down, it wasn’t just some light careful burn, it was Brendon, Brendon putting out his cigarette right on his knuckle. The feeling chocked out a raw, loud moan out of Ryan, His hips jolting up, already feeling himself getting hard in his jeans.
“Awh-oh, fffuck!” Ryan said between his moan, his head thrown back against the couch at the pure sensation.
Brendon’s eyes blew wide, pulling the cigarette away quickly, but the noise Ryan made lingered in the air like perfume. Something in Brendon’s demeanor shifted, uncertainty cracking into something darker and hungrier
“Oh…” his voice dropped “Oh, Ryan you masochistic angel.”
Ryan was already leaning in. Brendon meant him halfway, the kiss was messy and deep, tongues sliding, teeth catching. Between kisses Ryan was already begging, voice low and desperate against Brendon’s mouth
“Again, please, another one, pleasepleaseplease, Brendon-“
Brendon’s free hand found Ryan’s thigh, then slid higher, palming over the fabric of his jeans, feeling him already half-hard. He pressed the cigarette against the side of Ryan’s wrist this time, grinding the ember carefully until it died against his skin. Ryan moaned loud into the kiss, hips jerking up into Brendon’s hand
“Jesus Christ.” Brendon muttered against his lips. “Listen to you! One little burn and you’re already this loud, huh?”
They kept kissing, Brendon’s hand rubbing through denim, slow and firm, While Ryan kept asking for more between breaths. Another burn on the soft skin just above his knee, Brendon putting it out properly this time, holding until the glow was gone. Ryan’s moans cracked higher and Brendon just swallowed them whole, then pulled back just to look at him
“You really like this, don’t you? Getting marked up like a fucking dog.” His voice had gone rough. “What would mommy and daddy say if they saw there son being such a pain slut for me? Oh, look at you.”
Ryan’s answer was another needy sound as Brendon’s hand moved higher, cupping him fully through the fabric, squeezing. Brendon leaned in fully and mouthed at Ryan’s jaw, then down his neck, still working him through the jeans while the cigarette got stubbed out against the inside of Ryan’s forearm, the sharp pain pulled another long shameless moan from him.
Brendon finally opened Ryan’s jeans, tugged them down enough to free him. He didn’t wrap his hand around him yet. Just palmed the head, smearing the wetness already there while watching Ryan’s face.
“You’re dripping already and I barley even touched you. Pathetic.” The word landed soft and mean but certainly went straight to Ryan’s cock. “My little burn slut. My dog.”
Ryan’s hip twitched, Brendon finally stroked him, slow and tight, then stopped when Ryan was pushing into it. Edging him deliberately. Everytime Ryan got close, Brendon’s hand stilled or pulled away, and another cigarette came out. He lit it, smoked a little, then pressed the end into Ryan’s thigh, his hip, the sensitive skin near his ribs, putting them out with deliberate pressure. Each time Ryan moaned loud enough that Brendon had to hush him with a hand over his mouth
“Shhh, puppy, Neighbors.” Then, lower: “Actually, don’t. Let them hear what a desperate little bitch you are for this.”
He edged him for a long time, handjob slow and teasing, stopping again and again, burns scattered across Ryan’s skin, degradation continuing.
“Look at this cock, so hard just from getting put out on. Your not even human right now, are you? Just a dog that wants to get hurt and used.” Brendon’s thumb dragged over the head, collecting more of the wetness “you gonna come if I keep burning you? Or do I need to edge this pathetic thing until you’re crying?”
Ryan was already close to it, eyes glassy, mouth open, loud every time Brendon touched him or marked him.
“Please, Brendon, please, I need—“
“You need what, baby?” Brendon’s voice was honey, sweet and cruel “Need me to put another out on you? Or need me to stroke your cock like the desperate mutt you are?”
Brendon gave him a few merciless strokes, tight and perfect, then stopped dead when when Ryan’s hips stuttered “Not yet.” Brendon finallly shoved two fingers into Ryan’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue.
“Shut up and suck, Ryan. It’s what your taking next.”
Ryan did, messy and eagerly. His tongue swirling around Brendon’s fingers, gagging when Brendon pushed more into his mouth. Brendon pulled his fingers free and shoved Ryan’s thighs wider, pressing one finger in slow, the stretch made Ryan moan around nothing.
“Oh, I know puppy, bigggg stretch-mmph, cmon, Ry, take it.” The second finger soon joined, crooking inside of Ryan, and Brendon’s other hand went back to the cigarette.
He ground the next one out on the sensitive inside of Ryan’s thigh while his fingers curled harder against his prostate, Ryan’s whole body arched, a loud, broken cry tearing out of him
“Thats it…take it, take it, take it, baby. Good boy, loud bitch.” Brendon’s own cock was straining against his jeans, but he ignored it, focused on the way Ryan clenched around his fingers. “You like being used like this? Like a dog that only gets hard when it hurts?”
He kept him there for what felt like forever, fingers fucking him open, handjob constantly stopping short, burns landing whenever Ryan got too quiet or too loud. Ryan was shaking begging between gasps, his voice utterly wrecked.
“Brendonnnn mmph-I need it….i need it so bad please. Please-omph…fffuck..”
Ryan’s desperate words were silenced as Brendon stood up from there position at the couch, the fingers being gone leaving a sudden absence that Ryan whined at. Brendon then grabbed the rope from the coffee table, he bounded Ryan’s wrists behind his back, had put a random pair of underwear he found on the floor in Ryan’s mouth as a gag and then pushed him down so he was bent over the arm of the couch, ass up, still hard and leaking.
“Stay. Dogs stay where they’re put.”
Brendon got behind him, first, he just rubbed the head of his own cock against Ryan’s hole, teasing, not pushing in yet. Another cigarette came out, which got put out slowly on against the curve of Ryan’s ass, right where the skin would stretch when he was full. Ryan’s moan was one that could’ve been mistaken for a sob
“Please-Brendon, please….i’ll be your pup, I’ll be good-“
“Oh, I know you will puppy, I know.” Brendon finally pushed in, no prep more then the fingers he’d already given, just slicked up with spit and lube from the side table, pressing in slow and watching every inch while Ryan moaned brokenly around the gag.
The first thrust bottomed out and Ryan’s whole body jolted, Brendon stayed deep for a minute, his forehead against Ryan’s back, breathing hard
“Fuck, you take it so well for a pathetic little pain slut.” He started moving, long deep strokes that dragged over Ryan’s prostate every time. “Look at you, tied up, gagged, covered in burn marks, and still taking it so well like a good little fucking mutt.”
Ryan’s cock bounced under him, untouched, leaking steadily. Brendon reached around and gave it a few cruel strokes in time with his thrusts, then stopped again the second Ryan tensed. Ryan sobbed around the gag
“Not yet,” Brendon whispered, almost tender “You come when I say, Dogs don’t get to decide.”
He fucked him through two more cigarettes, putting them out on Ryan’s back, the back of his thigh, the soft skin just above where they were joined, while edging him with slow, deliberate strokes of his hand. Everytime Ryan got close, Brendon stopped and just ground deep, whispering filth.
“Your such a good little whore for pain. Listen to those noises. You sound like your getting fucked for the first time. Pathetic. Beautiful. My masochistic angel.”
When Brendon finally let him come, it was with a tight fist around Ryan’s cock and three hard thrusts against his prostate, Ryan came so hard his vision whited out, moaning like he was dying, body locking up around Brendon’s cock. Brendon followed a few seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling with a broken groan of his own, still a little pathetic in how desperately he clung to Ryan when he came.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Brendon pulled out, untied Ryan’s wrists and removed the gag with careful fingers.
Ryan’s voice was wrecked. “Again.”
Brendon laughed, soft and dark “Greedy Puppy.”
And then he lit another cigarette.
