Do you feel it?
{I said no, but Rocker won. As he always does *grumbles* }
{Masturbation drabble he insisted on, below the cut for length. This song came on and it basically wrote itself as he whacked in in my mind hahaha I know I have issues.. @evilgsanchez you’ll probably enjoy this <3 }
The penthouse is dark and quiet, Rocker having chosen to wear his headphones as he laid in bed for ultimate drowning out of all other sensory input. The only illumination in his room was the glowing ends of his incense, three tiny red dots in a sea of midnight. The scented smoke curled up and around the room, billowing near the ceiling to be sent back down by the slow, rhythmic turning of the fan blades.
In the otherwise pitch room, the young musician was sprawled out across his large bed, wearing only jeans and his headphones. Hands crossed behind his head, he had one leg bent and the other crossed over his knee, his foot tapping to the music as he lost himself to the beat. He’d smoked his usual amount and was pleasantly high, to the point that his heart seemed to copy the bass and pump his blood through his veins in time.
Everything was pleasantly fuzzy, if he laid there without movement or thought he’d remain in a haze. A tingling numbness weighed his limbs and made him one with the mattress. Slowly his mind drifted. A smell at first, rousing his senses and causing his breath to deepen as he tried to breathe in a scent that wasn’t really there. Phantom hints of whiskey and soder, antiseptic and cigarettes. His brow scrunched as he focused on the smells, finally registering the distinctive mixture of natural musk and after shave that caused a familiar coil in his gut.
Abs tightening in response, his biceps followed suit as he felt a calloused hand at his throat. The memory so strong, he had to let his eyes flash open to verify the old man wasn’t in fact leaning over him. Staring at the black ceiling Rocker swallowed hard, deliberately holding his breath as he did so, mimicking his favorite sensation of asphyxiation just as one of his hands uncurled from behind his head to ghost his fingertips down his cheekbone before slowly wrapping around the thick band of leather surrounding his neck.
Looping his ring finger through the metal ring on the collar, he tugged on the ring with one finger as he squeezed with the rest of his hand, vividly remembering Rick’s hand on his throat in place of his. His grip started pulsing with the song, his hips slowly joining in, rotating up off the bed and back down as his jeans started getting tighter. His legs uncrossed and stretched out across the bed, toes curling and gripping at the black silk sheets. “Mmmmmnn” he hummed out, deep and low to himself recalling the all too rare gasps of pleasure from his beloved.
“Ahhhh..” he sighed out, bringing his other hand down from behind his head. He smoothed his palm across his chest, applying firm, massaging pressure over his muscles, following his own contours as he explored his own skin. Tracing scars with his fingertips, he copied the pattern of adoration used by his favourite, touching each one in turn, caressing all of his body he could reach. Shoulders came up from the bed as his arms reached down to smooth palms down his thighs and drag his nails across his jeans on their way back up. “MMmmmm fuck..” he gasped out, popping the button and taking a deep, shaky breath in before unzipping they fly “Fuck Rick..”
Another deep breath, held this time and a flat palm was placed against his taught tummy just above his navel and slowly, firmly pushed down, beneath his waistband as his head rolled back. “Fuuck.. Mmmm” his hand was cold compared to the warmth in his pants as his fingers drifted over his length to caress and fondle his balls, rotating then tugging slightly, working his sack to fill his girth as his other hand continued to roam his pale body. “Mmmm ahhh ..fuck.”
Finally his wandering hand joined the other, also pushing down into his jeans, deliberately ignoring his now throbbing cock, to push down between his cheeks and finger at his tight hole. His breath hitched as he encircled the tight opening with a dry digit, quickly pulling the hand back out to suck on his fingers a moment before plunging straight back down and in, two fingers two knuckles deep “AH! Ahhh..” he huffed and hissed with the sting, the hand holding his balls out of the way squeezing them firmly as a hot, thick drop of precun oozed from the empurpled head of his dick. “Ahh fuck.. Rick fuck, fuck Rick..:”
His fingers were all wrong, shit. He didn’t want to move, to break the drug and music induced trance. Keeping his eyes tightly shut and hands at work in his pants. He moaned and writhed across his bed, shifting with the pulses of arousal coursing through his system to shimmy close enough to reach the side table. Withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed the waist of his jeans and slipped them down, popping his ass from the fabric before pushing them down his thighs and worked to kick his feet out as he reached into the side drawer for his favorite large purple dildo and a tube of lube.
Rocker made quick work of lubbing up the silicone toy, using both hands to position it at his entrance. He sucked another deep, moaning breath in through his nose and huffed it out as he applied enough pressure to slip the head of the toy in past his tight ring of muscle “Ahh fuuucckkk” he hummed out as he pushed the dildo in, inch by enticing inch, slowly stretching himself out. Pulling back just a little, he then resumed pushing. Abs tightening in protest to the intrusion as his eyes watered and he once again was holding his breath as the dildo stretched him to his furthest point.
Hips swaying with the urge to thrust, he held the dildo in place with his fingertips as he searched for the tube of lube again to squeeze some onto his leaking dick, the snapped the cap and tossed the bottle. Lifting the pressure on the sex toy to let it naturally slip out some, he enjoyed pushing it back in, he repeated this motion as he slowly spread the warming lubricant around his hard shaft. Finally exhaling fully with a deep moaning sigh as his large hand wrapped firmly around his cock.
“Fuckk..” he whispered again as he squeezed out another drop of precum by tightening the ring of his thumb and finger around his head, then pulled that tight ring down his length, constricting as he tugged. “Ahhh fuck.. Fuck..” all his fingers enclosed his girth now and he started pumping faster, pulling and pushing the thick toy in and out of his tight hole as he worked his shaft, shoulders and hips twisting and shifting with the waves of intense pleasure tearing through him. “Ahh fuck .. fuck fuck.. Fuck me Rick ..” he fisted himself faster still, envisioning his favourite bent over him, flushed and dripping beads of sweat from his temples. He imagined wrapping his arms around Evil Rick, digging his nails into the old man’s back as he fucked him, moans filling their bedroom and bouncing off the stone walls. He pumped his fist as he recalled Rick’s kisses on his lips, the familiar taste of the old man’s probing tongue searching his mouth to taste the impending orgasm in the rock star’s mouth.
“Ahh fuck.. Fuck fuck!” He was getting louder as his gut clenched tighter “fuck..” the muscles of his legs tightened, feet flexed “Ahh fuck, fuck, fuck..” his upper body lifted from the bed, cradling his furiously pumping fist as he cursed at the room “Come on.. Fuck ahh fuck yeah.. Ye..ye..ye..” he was so close. Suddenly he froze his wrist, body still convulsing on it’s own as the pleasure broke through and his orgasm tore through him, sending spurts of hot cum shooting from his cock up across his chest “YEAHHH AHHH FUUuuckk..” he clenched and trembled as rode the waves out slowly relaxing his muscles as the tremors subsided and flopping back down on the bed.
“Ahh fuckk..” he panted out as he tried to catch his breath. Removing the dildo with a hiss, he let it plop to the floor with a wet, sticky slap as he wriggled his ass across the silk sheets, hissing through the burn of his muscles righting themselves. He pushed the headphones from his head and rubbed his face, noting the scent of lube and cum on his hand. “Mmmmmmmnn” he moaned out a contented, post orgasmic sleepy sound. Not bothering to clean himself off, he rolled to one side and reached for the spare pillow to nestle up with. “Mmmm” he hummed again as he nuzzled into the down filled pillow, a fuzzy grin on his face. Seconds from a pleasure induced sleep he softly whispered to his missing husband “I love you Rick.”
