Colin doesn't say anything, fingers curled around the shot glass like he's seconds away from slamming it into someone's face, and Jeremy is too busy laughing at something Tom says to notice.
Seriously, fuck Jeremy and his oh-my-god-Tom-Cruise-is-so-awesome fanboying. Fuck him with a capital F. Colin wants to kind of loudly remind Jeremy that’s what they did last night, Fuck with a capital F because it was just that awesome of a sex, but he’s kind of helplessly rooted to where he is because public space. Even though apparently Jeremy and Tom aren’t careing because if Tom leans in about an inch forward they’re definitely going to kiss and oh ho Tom Cruise is defintely hungry for some Renner ass. Not that Colin can blame him, really, but just in case Tom’s forgotten, Colin steps neatly into Jeremy’s personal space and shoves his hand into the back of Jeremy’s jean pocket.
Title: Happy Birthday
Fandom: RPS, Colin Farrell/Jeremy Renner
Summary: For Jeremy's birthday.
Notes: Yes, I know his birthday was 4 days ago T_T I just... forgot........... /hides.
It's a short fluff, but I've got another fic coming up later today or early tomorrow :3 So forgive me?
It is fucking cold in New York in January, and Jeremy wants to yell at Colin for bringing him out here. His ears are freezing off, his hands are freezing off, his nose is freezing off, and his eyes are aching in the cold. “I’ve seen the tree.” He complains. “Multiple times.”
“You didn’t see it with me.” Colin snickers. Suddenly Jeremy wishes Rockefeller or whoever decided to put up a huge Christmas tree never existed or had the dumb idea, and then wonders why the tree isn’t taken down after Christmas. He shoves one hand in his pocket. One hand is firmly gripped in Colin’s, who has it shoved it down his pocket.
Jeremy had argued against it– what if people recognize us? – but Colin had reassured him no one was going to notice because there were so much people. And Colin was right. Everyone was too busy either trying to stick with their group or to make their way through the crowd that no one noticed who was holding whose hand. Not only that, Jeremy and Colin had the excuse of the biting winter to have their faces almost completely covered with thick scarves.
Colin expertly maneuvers him through the crowd, though to be honest Jeremy has just as much experience maneuvering through crowds, thank you very much. The three is as Jeremy remembers it – to be honest pretty non-impressive. Just big with a lot of lights. He’s too busy grumbling at the amount of people and the cold and everything else that he almost misses the slide of a cool metal on his finger.
He looks up in surprise, and Colin is grinning at him – no, Colin is smiling at him. He weaves his fingers through Jeremy’s, and Colin feels the clink of a ring against his fingers. Colin tugs him along, away from the crowd, away from the noise, and Jeremy follows numbly.
He doesn’t really register where they are until they’re going up an elevator and he’s being eased into a room. He finally gets to look at the ring. It looks familiar. “Hey, isn’t this your…”
“Yeah.” Colin is fidgeting with the same ring on his right ring finger. Jeremy hasn’t seen it for a while, not ever since Colin had his bad breakup. “I’m not recycling it, or anything. If you want a new ring, I’ll get you one. It’s just.. It lost its owner. And I think I’ve found its new owner. You know.” There is an unmistakable blush on Colin’s cheeks.
Jeremy grins and rubs the ring on his hand. “Gonna keep it on your right?” Colin shrugs and slides it easily off his right hand to his left. Jeremy takes note of the stain of red that won’t disappear from his cheeks, and snickers. “Romantic doesn’t suit us.”
Colin snickered. “It could, for just a bit,” and Jeremy nods. “Come here.” He tugs Jeremy along to the large windows. The windows point directly to the Rockefeller Center, where Jeremy can see the tree and the ice skating rink and the mass of people. The tree looks pretty, from up where he is, sparkling serenely in the crowd of unruly people trying to get their piece of holiday tradition. Colin tugs him further on to a small, candlelit table.
Jeremy stops and stares. “Colin.” He says, unable to form anything else from his lips. Colin tugs him on. “What?”
Colin grins and sits Jeremy down in front of the cake. “Happy birthday.” Colin says, gripping Jeremy’s hands. “It’s past midnight.”
Jeremy glances up at Colin, who’s got his cellphone open. It reads, January 7th 0:01 AM. “Colin, what.” He says, still unable to form more coherent words. Colin only snickers and hands Jeremy a fork. Jeremy still isn’t thinking as he pushes his form into the cake – it’s a strawberry cheesecake, and Jeremy can’t figure out when Colin had gotten all this figured out.
“Hey.” Colin says, tapping him on the nose with a cake-smudged fork. “Don’t think about how. Just enjoy it.” The cake-smudged fork leaves a smudge on Jeremy’s nose, and Jeremy scooped a large chunk to wipe onto his cheek. Colin quirks an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
Jeremy snickers, scoops a larger chunk and flicks his fork. It lands on Colin’s forehead. “Maybe.” The next few moments turn into an intense food fight where two action stars flick chunks of strawberry cheesecake at each other. The fight finally comes to a stop when Colin points out that they should be eating the cake.
By then the cake is half gone on their faces and clothes, and Colin and Jeremy can’t help but laugh as they shrug off their cake-splattered coats. They chat about things that mean nothing, smiling and laughing as they battle with their forks to get more out of the cake. This is new, Jeremy thinks, and not so bad. Usually they’re about violent sex and domination and submission, and this kind of romance is nice once in a while. They’re nudging each other’s’ feet under the table and stroking fingers on top of it.
It’s nice, but in the end they are both men. So it doesn’t surprise him at all when they tug each other into bed and Colin fishes lube from his pocket.
“I’m thinking of a song,” Colin says, lazily unbuttoning his pants as Jeremy tugs his shirt up. Jeremy raises an eyebrow at him, and Colin grins. “50 cent’s In Da Club.”
Jeremy groans as the first line of the lyrics come to mind. “I’m not that short, okay?” He kicks Colin in the thigh for good measure, and Colin snickers as they fall back into bed together, their lips already seeking out each other.
Jeremy spreads his legs so Colin can settle in between them. They don’t bother with much preparation – he’s open enough from the morning to accept Colin inside after Colin lubes himself up quickly. Colin seeks his mouth out again, and Jeremy moans into it. “Happy birthday,” Colin whispers.
Title: Starting small
Fandom: Real Person Slash, Colin Farrell/Jeremy Renner
Summary: For prompts
Hey so like have you ever done a fic where Colin had to punish Jeremy for some reason or another? Now that Colin's acknowledged that J's his sub, it seems like maybe something that would be super crazy hot if it were to happen...?
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um I don't know whether I'm asking for too much... but... Farrenner punishment enemas, please? *blush*
Surprisingly for Colin, it started small.
Jeremy had balked anyway at even the mention of it, but Colin coaxed him into it, starting with small bulbs and then moving onto 1-quart bags. Jeremy said nothing even when it became sort of a weekly ritual, just clung desperately onto Colin until Colin gave the permission for him to empty himself.
All that said, Jeremy didn’t really know what to think when he found Colin filling up a gigantic rubber bag. “Colin.” He said, staring at the black bag. “That’s not – that better not be what I think it is.”
Colin raised an eyebrow at him. “If you’re thinking enema bag, yes it is.” He gave Jeremy a huge grin, and Jeremy stared. “It’ll be fun.”
Fun wasn’t exactly the word Jeremy was looking for. “How big is that thing?”
“Six quarts. There was this two liter one that I really wanted to try out but then it said not recommended for beginners.” Colin said, as if it was no big deal he was filling up a six quart bag. Jeremy decided to pick up the container of the things Colin was filling the bag with. “It’s herbal stuff.” Colin said, noticing Jeremy’s frown. “I didn’t think you’d want glycerin. You can barely keep water in as is.”
“I don’t want six quarts of anything up my ass.” Jeremy said, swallowing thickly. “Colin, this is ridiculous. You can’t – I can barely keep in one, I don’t – how are you expecting me to keep in six? Can’t we work our way up to it? Gradually?” Jeremy knew saying no I’m not going to do this wouldn’t work, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he did want to do this, somewhere down the road. But not now. There was no way he could even take it all.
Colin patted his cheek. “No, today’s a great day. You already took the quart bag twice, so you’re clean inside. And loose enough. Strip.” When Jeremy stared but did not move, Colin gave an exasperated sigh and started to unbutton Jeremy’s pants. Jeremy swatted his hands away and did it himself, but kept his eyes on the bag. “Hold on.”
Colin disappeared for a moment and then came back holding a plush comforter. He draped it over the bathtub and prodded Jeremy into it on his hands and knees. “We’re going to – you really want to do this on the blanket?”
“Worst case scenario, it’ll get wet. You’re all clean inside, anyway. That’s why I did the two quarts this morning.” Colin hummed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got plugs to help you keep it inside.”
That was exactly what Jeremy had been worried about. But Colin nudged his knees apart and Jeremy looked up at a light clink of metal where Colin hooked the heavy bag onto the showerhead. He saw the nozzle in Colin’s hands and ducked his head back down until he felt the heavily lubricated tip pressing up against him. “It’s a double-balloon.” Colin explained, sounding excited. Jeremy whimpered when the first slid in, and then a second smaller one.
He didn’t need to be told they would expand inside him – Colin was already pumping air into him. He rubbed his stomach, shivering slightly at the feeling as the nozzle expanded to plug him up. He shifted, pulling his upper body down so he could bury his face in his arms and spread his legs a little wider.
“Ready?” Colin grinned, and Jeremy glared, lifting his head. All of a sudden warm liquid started to pour into his stomach and Jeremy bit his lip, ducking his head back. Colin rubbed at the top of his spine, massaging his shoulders and moving slowly lower to rub gently around his lower back.
Jeremy was honestly fine for the first part. He’d taken a quart before, and the steady pressure growing in his stomach was negligent. But pretty soon he was breaking out in cold sweat. “Colin.” He whispered. “I can’t.” His fists were clenched and his toes curled, body taut and shaking. He tried to rise up, but Colin kept his hand pressed firmly.
“Shhhh, you can.” Colin kissed his waist. “Your stomach isn’t even bloated yet. More than half the bag to go.”
Jeremy tried to rise at the more than half, but Colin kept him down, gripping his shoulders as Jeremy trembled under his hold. Colin reached up and Jeremy gave a short cry as the flow suddenly increased. “S-Stop! Colin!”
“Shush.” Colin chuckled, rising quickly to squeeze on the bag. Jeremy let out another strangled cry and gripped at Colin’s arm. “It’s punishment.” Colin chuckled, kissing Jeremy’s waist again. “For going to Tom Cruise about the Halloween outfit.”
“It was for you.” Jeremy gritted.
Colin chuckled against the taut waist. “I know, that’s why it’s 6 quarts instead of 2 liters. Keep still, baby.” He swung his legs over the side of the tub and climbed in, settling himself beneath Jeremy so Jeremy could clutch onto him. “How’s it feel?”
Jeremy shook his head. “I’m gonna throw up on you.”
Colin only laughed and looked back at the bag. “You’ve a long way to go. Don’t tense up.” He reached up to shake the bag and give it another squeeze, causing Jeremy to grip bruises into his arms. Colin nibbled at his ear in response.
Jeremy felt impossibly full. He felt nauseous, like he had to vomit, but nothing would come up even though he was coughing, feeling sick. The balloon plugs inside him kept everything firmly inside, and he curled his back in an attempt to ease the bloating, but Colin arched his back down. “It’s better this way.” Colin said, kissing his ear. “I promise.”
Jeremy couldn’t help but whimper, beating his fist against Colin’s chest as Colin reached under to rub under his stomach. “You’re starting to bloat up a little, huh.” Colin whispered. “God, that’s fucking hot.” Jeremy punched his stomach in response, but Colin just laughed breathlessly. “Shh.”
Jeremy coughed, gagging slightly as Colin stood. Jeremy clutched desperately at Colin, seeking comfort, but Colin only rubbed his shoulders and stood. “I’m going to take it back out.” Colin tugged slightly on the tube, and Jeremy flinched. “Clamp down, Jeremy. I don’t want any water getting out, or you’ll have to take it all over again.”
Jeremy flexed down at the warning, and he couldn’t help but cry out as it popped out of him and water spilled out of him before he flexed down, trembling violently as he stopped the water flow. “Colin, please.” He sobbed. “I can’t – I can’t..”
“Shh, that’s okay. Keep flexing down, babe.” Jeremy heard a soft clutter, and then a cool ball touched his skin. Jeremy flinched. He’d know that feeling anywhere.
“No, Colin please, not the beads, not-” His plea was broken by a sharp cry as the bead forced its way in, popping with a wet slush and sending more water down his thighs. “I can’t – I can’t!”
Colin rubbed his thighs, and said nothing as the other four jammed its way into Jeremy. Jeremy’s knees gave way as the last bead forced its way into him. He had to clench down around the beads to keep the water inside, causing him to squeeze down desperately on the beads.
As Colin wanted, Jeremy realized, it didn’t work. There was no way he could clamp down on the beads and keep the water in. He let out a wretched sob as he relaxed his muscles, letting the water pour out, sluicing down his thighs. Colin rubbed his lower back as Jeremy emptied his stomach, sobbing softly. He collapsed on the wet blanket, shaking.
“Look, clean.” Colin said, sounding pleased. “But I told you you’d have to take it all again if you couldn’t hold it, right?” The beads were pulled out him, making obscene squelching noises as they popped out and drawing out an exhausted groan from Jeremy’s lips. He couldn’t even find the strength to protest as the nozzle was pushed inside him again.
He must have passed out, because he woke up to find himself trembling in Colin’s arms. “Up?” Colin grinned down at him, and Jeremy blinked up at him. “Let’s stand up.”
Stand? Jeremy didn’t know if he could move, let alone stand up, with the throbbing cramp in his stomach. But he managed to sit up, shaking and breaking out in cold sweat, teeth chattering. He was still clutching onto Colin as he did, but when he looked down, he swallowed thickly. His stomach was visibly protruding outward, taut and trembling. Colin guided him upward, and Jeremy’s legs crumbled once before he leaned heavily on Colin, taking a shaking step by step.
He registered the heavy plug inside him and collapsed onto the sofa, groaning when his stomach protested. “Colin.” He whispered as Colin settled next to him, rubbing gently on his stomach. “How long..?”
“Let’s just try for fifteen minutes, all right?” Colin whispered, nibbling on Jeremy’s shoulder. “God, this is so fucking sexy. It’s like you’re pregnant with my kid.” Colin bent to trail a kiss down Jeremy’s stomach, causing Jeremy to flinch and grip at his shoulder.
Colin nudged Jeremy’s knees apart and settled in between them, tracing Jeremy’s taut stomach with one finger. He lapped down at Jeremy’s stomach, dipping his tongue into his navel. “Colin.” Jeremy whispered, his voice taut. His nails dug into Colin’s wrist. “I can’t.”
“Shh.” Colin responded, pulling his tongue lower and circling around the plug, grinning at the way it makes Jeremy’s body seize up. “Hold it.” Jeremy let out a pained gasp when Colin pressed on the base of the plug. “You’re doing so good.”
Colin moved back up, stroking his fingers up and down any skin he could touch. Jeremy settled against his side, gasping lightly as the time passed. Colin murmured soft words into Jeremy’s ear.
“Colin.” Jeremy finally gasped. “I can’t, I really can’t.”
Colin kissed his cheek and stood. He was gone for a moment and then came back with a large plastic bucket and settled it on the floor, easing Jeremy onto it. Jeremy looked up at him, back glistening with sweat, and Colin kissed his forehead before he plucked the plug out.
Jeremy gave a short cry before he doubled over, clutching at Colin as water poured out of him. Colin moved him back up to the couch as a shivering mess, and without further words pushed into him. Jeremy sighed and his eyes fluttered shut, thighs opening wider to accommodate Colin.
Colin shuddered at the feeling. Jeremy’s insides were quivering, but the water had cooled them down to almost cold. It was a different feeling that the usual molten lava inside, and Colin found himself enjoying it. He started to move, and Jeremy’s body lay pliantly open, squelching he squeezed out the remainder of the water inside.
Jeremy clutched at him, exhausted from the exertion. “Not so hard.” Jeremy whispered. “I’m raw inside.”
Usually Colin would have ignored it, told him no, you can take it, but he responded by gently shifting Jeremy to the couch, pushing the bucket of water away so he could have a firmer stand. He pressed his forehead to Jeremy’s cheek and set a slow pace. “Feel good?”
Jeremy nodded, eyes sliding shut. “There’s still some water.” He said. “I can feel it.”
“It’ll come out.” Colin chuckled, nibbling on Jeremy’s earlobe. “You’re heating back up inside.” Jeremy swatted him and he laid back, closing his eyes. “You gonna sleep while I fuck you?” Jeremy nodded, but cracked open an eye, smiling lazily like they weren’t fucking at all.
Jeremy snickered. “Fuck me to sleep, baby.” And weren’t those words just so fucking sexy dropping from Jeremy’s lips.
Title: Black and White
Fandom: RPF, Colin Farrell/Jeremy Renner
Summary: Halloween fic! I've gotten about five different prompts asking for Jeremy in a maid dress/crossdressing/feminized, so here it is!
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Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, smoothing the wrinkles out on the little, lacy white apron. He looked okay in the french maid outfit, and maybe even attractive, and somehow that was worse than being hideous. He was muscular but thin enough for the outfit to not look grotesque, and he’d even shaved. His legs had never felt so naked before. Or his underarms.
He kicked the mirror for no good reason and sighed, tugging at the short dress that barely covered his ass. He’d gotten the costume custom made with the help of a certain Tom Cruise, who’d only grinned at him in an incredibly frightening way and told him that he’d call on the favor later.
If Colin didn’t like the Halloween event that Jeremy had planned for him, he was going to kick Colin up the ass. But he was pretty certain Colin would like it, if the way he’d eyed the french maid costume at that Halloween store was any clue. And Tom had said Colin would love it, and who knew a pervert better than another one, right?
Jeremy just sighed and grabbed the tube of lube. He squeezed almost the entire thing onto his palm and worked it graciously around the bigger-than-usual vibrator he’d fished up from Colin’s little toy box. He didn’t really recognize it but it didn’t look new, and he figured it was probably one of those things Colin liked shoving up his ass when he wasn’t really fully coherent.
Either way, it wasn’t going inside him without an abundant amount of lube. He’d fingered himself open already, and he quickened the application of lubricant before settling it down on the floor. It glistened, dripping with slick lubricant, and Jeremy sighed before slipping his boxers off and straddling the vibrator. At least it wasn’t some obnoxious neon color. He took a deep breath and released it while he slid himself downward on it, his breath hitching as it breached him.
He quivered for a few moments with the head of the vibrator inside him before he took another breath and slowly pushed the rest of it inside him. It settled uncomfortably inside him, hard and plastic and not Colin, but he forced himself to breathe and deal with it. A few more minutes of rocking back and forth on his knees and feet and gently moving the vibrator inside him made the penetration a bit more comfortable, and Jeremy sighed.
He grabbed the tiny silk lace panties off the top of the drawer and slid them on. It covered pretty much nothing, but that was the point, wasn’t it? He quickly pulled his too-short skirt over the obscene view and flicked the vibrator setting to full.
He regretted it immediately. Even Colin took care with the vibration settings, moving notch by notch. He should have figured he wasn’t going to be ready for a full setting at first, but he gritted his teeth and let it vibrate through him, tucking the remote into the top of his stockings.
He laid himself down onto the bed, sucking on his fingers and willing the discomfort to go away. He had maybe half an hour before Colin came home, and he experimentally rocked himself, whimpering slightly when it started to turn from feeling like an intrusion to a source of pleasure. He gripped the duster in his hand and struggled to stand up.
The vibrator lodged unpleasantly, forcing himself to wrap around it. He walked slowly at first to get used to it, and then shuddered, forcing himself to walk faster when he heard the car in the driveway. He cleared his throat, forced himself to stand up straight and started to dust the top of the shelf.
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Colin thought maybe he was dreaming. He’d walked into his house and found Jeremy in a maid outfit, casually dusting his bookshelf. And yes, that was definitely the remote control to a vibrator tucked into the top of his stocking.
He’d fantasized about this for quite a while, ever since he and Jeremy had seen that maid costume. “I’m dreaming.” He blurted, and Jeremy turned to him with a raised eyebrow.
“Not likely.” Jeremy smirked, but then dropped the smirk and instead went doe-eyed, batting his eyelashes and smiling sweetly. “I cleaned up a bit, master, because the house was getting a bit messy.”
Colin managed to make it to the couch without making an embarrassment out of himself. “Come here.” He ordered, and Jeremy dropped the duster and moved swiftly between Colin’s legs. “Been a good girl?” He cleared his throat, because he was an actor too and it wasn’t just Jeremy who could drop into character instantly. “The house seems a little messy, don’t you think? Haven’t been doing much cleaning, have you? And what’s this?” Colin’s breath couldn’t help but stutter when he reached below and took the remote control from Jeremy’s stocking. “Been going through my toys?”
Jeremy smiled smokily up at him. “I couldn’t help it.” His hand was already kneading the front of Colin’s pants, unzipping his jeans and easing the hard-on out into his hand. “I kept thinking of you and I needed it.” He stuck his tongue out and swiped a long stripe from the base of Colin’s cock up to the head, and Colin groaned.
Colin gripped his fingers through Jeremy’s hair. “Like it?” He cooed, and Jeremy looked up, eyes hooded. “Take it in your mouth, baby.” Jeremy obeyed instantly, taking the head of the cock into his lips and hollowing his cheeks. Colin cursed under his breath and raked his hand through Jeremy’s hair. “Such a good girl, baby. Take it all.”
If Jeremy was bothered by being called a girl, he didn’t show it. Instead, he took the cock deeper into his mouth, moving downward until it was resting solidly against the back of his throat. Jeremy started to suck, moving slightly up and down until Colin gripped his hair, throwing his head back. Colin started to control the pace, moving him languidly up and down his cock, a little further up and then more lower than Jeremy had done by himself. Colin grunted, feeling himself on the verge, and suddenly didn’t want Jeremy to swallow. Usually that was how blow jobs worked – whoever sucked swallowed, but at the last minute Colin pulled out. He was fascinated by the popping noise as the head slid out of Jeremy’s lips, but that thought scattered as he shot on Jeremy’s chin and on the white lace collar and the black sleeves.
On an impulse, he rubbed the rest of it on Jeremy’s cheek, and Jeremy caught the head of the cock in his lips again, sucking earnestly as if it was candy. Colin caught the glare, but it was gone in a flash and replaced with a look of pure submission.
“Taste good?” Colin asked, just to see the glare again, and Jeremy didn’t disappoint him. “Keep sucking, make me come again, baby.” Jeremy set back on his task, using his hands to fondle Colin’s scrotum and massage the base of Colin’s cock as his tongue and lips worked on the top. “You’re getting too good at this.” Colin groaned, unbuttoning his jeans. “That’s good.”
Jeremy was careful with his teeth, and Colin tugged on the back of Jeremy’s head before he shot his load, again smearing his release on Jeremy’s face. Jeremy made to rub it off, but Colin stopped him. Jeremy’s voice was carefully annoyed. “Master.” And wasn’t that just the most orgasmic word to hear out of Jeremy’s lips? He gripped Jeremy’s head and rubbed his cheek, fingering his semen as it slid down Jeremy’s cheek. “Do you like it?”
“Like what?”
“My present for you.” Jeremy said, batting his eyelashes.
Colin grinned and bent down to kiss Jeremy’s clean cheek. “Fuck, yes. Turn around for me, Jeremy, be a good girl.” Jeremy obeyed, raising his hips to face Colin and bending over to bury his face in his arms. “You’re wearing panties.” Colin observed gleefully, rubbing his hands on Jeremy’s silk-covered ass. He flicked the vibrator, and Jeremy whimpered, wriggling his ass. “You want more?”
“Yes.” Jeremy whimpered. “Your cock, please.”
Colin only snickered and pulled the flimsy cloth to the side and pulled his tongue around the taut pucker. Jeremy whimpered and gripped the carpet below him, and Colin continued his ministrations, keeping up steady strokes around the large black vibrator. He reached between quivering thighs to stroke Jeremy’s cock up and down, and Jeremy cried out as he rocked back and forth between Colin’s hand and his tongue. “Beg for it, baby. What do you want?”
“Your cock.” Jeremy whispered, pushing back. “Please, I want your big cock up my ass, oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Colin swept a tongue over the sensitive flesh and grinned as he slid the vibrator out. He pushed Jeremy’s ass open and slid a finger inside. “You’re so loose for me, aren’t you?” Jeremy whimpered. Colin pushed the short skirt that covered nothing anyway up to Jeremy’s back and easily sank inside, causing Jeremy to rake his nails on the carpet. “Don’t do that, you’ll ruin your fingers.” Colin admonished lightly, mesmerized by the way he could just push the flimsy lingerie to the side and have it not bother their sex at all.
He pulled out and grinned as Jeremy’s body reflexively flexed around him, and relaxed when he pushed inside. “It’s like you were made to take cock.” Colin growled, pushing in roughly and causing Jeremy to cry out. “Your body just doesn’t want to let go.”
“Because it’s you.” Jeremy panted, and he let out a high-pitched wail when Colin thumped into his prostate. “Yes, god, please, more.”
Colin gripped Jeremy’s waist and pushed the tiny skirt up even more, revealing more skin beneath the black and white material. He reached under and wrapped the silky fabric around Jeremy’s cock, pumping it to rhythm that matched his own thrusting.
“Are you close, baby?” Colin breathed, biting hard down on a black satin-covered shoulder. Jeremy gave a loud cry at the bite and Colin felt the muscles around him clamp downward. He used the moment to shove forward, and felt himself spill over the edge into the willing body.
Usually, he came inside Jeremy and liked watching semen slip out from his ass, but today he had different plans. He yanked out and pulled the skirt down to half-cover his ass, coating flesh and cloth with white as he pulled out.
He pulled back, admiring his work, and grinned. “You should wear this more often.”
“Stop coming all over it, then.” Jeremy grumbled, but he was grinning as he sat up, rubbing at his back. “Was that good?”
“Fuck, yes. Where’d you get this?”
Jeremy winced. “Uh, well, I had to pull a favor from Tom. He had this nasty grin on his face when he said he’d find a way for me to pay it back.”
Colin hummed as he helped Jeremy up and steered him to the bedroom. “Ah, a threesome, then. We’ll deal with it when we get to it.” He grinned as he pushed Jeremy down onto the bed and settled in between his thighs. “For now, I’m going to enjoy you in a maid outfit for a bit longer.”
Title: I'm Yours
Fandom: RPS, Colin Farrell/Jeremy Renner
Summary: So I... combined like four prompts into one fic because they just all happened to flow into one another :3 here they are.
I know you probably already have a ton of prompts, but how 'bout some Farrenner car sex? Either they have to pull over to go at it, or Colin - while driving the both of them back to his place - gets antsy and jerks Jeremy off right in the passenger seat and he comes in his pants and is super embarrassed about it when it happens. Colin has tinted windows, too~
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Colin/Jeremy. I remember Colin saying something about Jeremy's nipples getting so sensitive over the course of their relationship, he might be able to make him come just by playing with them. Please make this so.
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Farrenner, shower sex. Maybe they're back at Colin's place and he decided to have some fun. Sexy times ensue, to which Jeremy is completely smitten and begging for. (Sorry if it's too much to ask for, I know you have a lot of prompts already)
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Could you possibly incorporate "watersports" into your Jeremy/Colin fic? It would be so. HOT. jfc I have such a kink for that and i don't think Colin would be apposed ;]
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG. SO MANY PROMPTS. T-T forgive me for mashing it all into one T_T
Warnings: car sex, watersports.
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This isn’t happening.
“Colin.” Jeremy hisses, his hands clutching into the sides of Colin’s Audi, fingers digging into the leather seats. “Stop it.”
Colin is blinking almost innocently at him, but the sly smirk gives away everything. “Stop what?” He chirps, and Jeremy wants to smack him in the face for acting like he hasn’t currently got his hand rubbing teasingly on the front of Jeremy’s pants.
“Rubbing me off! I’ve already got a vibrator shoved up my ass, I don’t – if you keep doing that-”
“You’ll come in your pants? Good, cause that’s what I was aiming for.”
Fucking shit. They’re driving in broad daylight, and sure, Colin’s windows are tinted and there’s no way anyone from the sides will have a decent view of whatever Colin’s hands are doing. But if someone decides to look back into the front window, which aren’t nearly as dark as the others, they’d get a full view of Colin Farrell rubbing Jeremy Renner’s hardon. That’d make quite the front page, Jeremy thinks, as he hears and feels his zipper being pulled down. “Colin.” He whispers. “Don’t.”
“Shh.” Colin replies, sliding a finger inside the zipper opening, then into the boxers. It’s cool on his thickening flesh, rubbing teasingly along the shaft. Jeremy’s breath hitches, but then Colin’s hands leave his cock and slides up his shirt to his bandaided nipples. “They hurt if you don’t do this?”
Jeremy knows what’s going to happen. “Colin, don’t.” He whispers, voice desperate, but Colin only smiles as he peels the left one off. The bud is already overly sensitive, aroused from the constant buzzing inside his ass. When Colin brushes a thumb over it, Jeremy flinches. “Colin.”
“Let’s see if I can make you come like this before we get home.” Colin answers, starting the car again when the light turns green. Jeremy wants to say impossible, but Jeremy once thought he’d never come from just his ass, and Colin’s proven him wrong on uncountable occasions. Jeremy doubts he can come unless he’s got something shoved up his ass now.
Colin’s hand moves, slides over to the right one and peels the bandaid there off. The position should be awkward, but Colin manages to drive gracefully without a hitch even as his arm is moving weirdly. Jeremy whimpers as Colin takes the mound of nerves and pinches it hard, rolling it roughly between his fingers. His hips buck off the seats at the over-attention, and Colin snickers. “Don’t.” He pleads. “This makes me feel like a girl.”
“A girl?” Colin’s frowning lightly, but still looking at the road. “Why?”
“I already can’t come unless I’ve got something shoved up my ass. Now you’re playing with my nipples.” Jeremy whimpers as Colin’s hand moves to the other one, and even the gentle cotton of his shirt burns when it brushes against his sensitized flesh.
Colin chuckles as he rolls the bud in his fingers, squeezing and twisting and pinching along the way. “No, you’re my sub, and I’m your dom. There’s a difference.” It’s the first time the words sub and dom come out of Colin’s lips, and for some reason it’s arousing. It’s not that Jeremy hasn’t known, of course. It’s sort of hard not to know when your lover spends most of sex tying you up. But it’s the first time Jeremy hears it iterated, and it’s arousing. He whimpers in his seat, writhes as Colin spends the next ten blocks pinching him.
It’s too much stimulation and not enough at the same time. It’s so much that it keeps Jeremy on edge, writhing in an incomprehensive mess in the passenger’s seat, but there isn’t anything sharp to drive him fully over the edge. But Colin doesn’t relent, seems to enjoy that he’s keeping Jeremy just teetering on edge.
It’s not long until Colin turns into his street, but just as Jeremy thinks, oh God I managed to not come in my pants, Colin suddenly brakes. Jeremy barely has time to think what before Colin pushes his shirt up and latches onto his nipple with his lips, sucking hard before biting down painfully onto the already abused bud.
Jeremy can’t help the cry that spills out of his lips or the rush of wetness that fills his pants. He hears Colin chuckling, and by the time he can see straight again, they’re in Colin’s garage. Colin’s face is flushed but he’s grinning, and Jeremy is a mess. “I came in my fucking pants.” Jeremy whispers.
“Yes, you did.” Colin snickers. Jeremy’s face flushes a deep red. He feels like a teenager. Hell, he’s never come in his pants even as a teenager. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Colin whispers, rubbing the wet spot in the front of his jeans. The rubbing of the cooling, sticky cloth on his cock makes it jump again, and Colin grin. “Step out of them before you walk in.”
“I need a shower.”
“So strip here.” Colin is grinning, but there’s no mistake of the edge of order in his voice. Jeremy’s too glad to wiggle out of his ruined clothing anyway, so he kicks his sneakers off, slips his socks and jeans and boxers off. The vibrator makes more noise now that it’s not trapped under two layers of clothing, and Colin gleefully taps on the end as Jeremy keeps his legs spread even as he slips the shirt over his head. “God, you’re so gorgeous.” Colin sighs, his hands rubbing Jeremy’s reddened nipples. “Come on, baby, get up.”
Jeremy does. And now that he’s moving, the vibrator makes its presence known painfully, shifting with every step he takes and tapping viciously onto his prostate. He’s shaking by the time Colin picks all his clothes up and follows him. He passes by the body-length mirror on his way to the bathroom, and he stares. His skin is fairly tanned, but his nipples stick out, red and aroused and almost painful under Colin’s constant attention. If he turns around just a bit, he can see the bright purple vibrator lodged inside his ass.
“Sexy, isn’t it?” Colin whispers, coming up behind him to nuzzle his cheek. “Come on, bathroom. You just gave me an idea.” Jeremy follows him numbly to the bathroom, and Colin makes him sit on the sink, his legs spread wide toward the mirror. His breath hitches. The vibrator isn’t big; it’s easily one of the smaller things he’s had in his ass, but his anus is still stretched around it, glistening with lube. “Look at that.” Colin breathes, sliding a hand under Jeremy’s knees to grip the edge of the vibrator. He pulls it out, then in, then out, then in. Jeremy’s hypnotized by the way his body clings onto the vibrator, pulling outward with an outstroke and pushing inward together.
Jeremy drops his head against Colin’s shoulder. “Colin.” He whispers, shaking in arousal. “God, Colin, please. Fuck me.”
Colin grins against his ear. “Shower. In the shower. Get in there, turn the water on. I want you against the wall, legs spread.”
Jeremy scrambles to obey, turning the shower on extra hot, bordering on scalding. He has barely time to face the wall before Colin is behind him, rubbing his large erection on Jeremy’s ass. “God.” Jeremy whispers as Colin twists the vibrator out of him and it clatters to the ground, still vibrating, but Jeremy can’t even care. “Fuck me, fuck me, please?”
Colin slips inside easily, and Jeremy claws at the walls as the thick erection fills him. “Baby.” Colin breathes, “God, you feel so good.” Colin’s thrust are rough, desperate, and Jeremy knows he’s not the only one affected by the car happening. The sex doesn’t last long until Colin is clutching hard into his hips, shoving in deep and spilling inside.
But Colin doesn’t bother pulling out. Jeremy’s used to the feeling of a relaxing cock inside him, and he’s come to enjoy the link as he comes down from his own orgasm. Colin’s already rubbing soap into his shoulders as Jeremy stays half bent-over, sighing into the hot water. “You like the water too hot.” Colin grumbles. “It’s like burning.”
“It feels good.” Jeremy whispers.
He can hear Colin’s smirk in his voice. “The water? Me washing your back? Or my cock in you?”
“All three.” Jeremy sighs, squirming and feeling the cock harden inside. At first the feeling had scared him, made him nauseous, but now it’s a turn on more than anything. He clenches his rectal muscles, shifting his hips back and forth until Colin is groaning above him.
It doesn’t take long for Colin to be fully hard inside him again, and Jeremy sighs, letting the hot water sluice down his back and wash the soap off. “Baby.” Colin whispers. “Don’t be surprised.”
At what, Jeremy wants to ask, but suddenly there’s a hot, watery feeling inside him. Jeremy freezes. It can’t be semen, he knows, that means… “You’re pissing.” Colin nods. “Inside me.” Another nod. Jeremy blinks and stares forward instead, trying to get a grasp on how he feels about urine filling up his insides. It’s a lot more than semen, obviously, and Jeremy realizes Colin’s drank a lot of water but hasn’t used the restroom once the entire day.
The stream is almost endless, and Jeremy half expects his stomach to start bloating, but Colin slips out. “Clench up.” Colin whispers. “Keep it in.”
Jeremy obeys reflexively. “How long?” He whispers.
“Just until the end of the shower.” Colin chuckles. He kisses Jeremy’s cheek, his finger padding the clenched pucker for confirmation. “Good. You’re so good, baby. Keep it in, I’ll make everything quick.” Jeremy nods, and Colin really is good on his promise. The shampoo is lathered on quickly for both of them, followed by conditioner and then soap again.
And by the time Colin rubs his thighs, Jeremy suddenly doesn’t want to let go. “I’m yours.” He blurts, and Colin smiles at him. “I’m yours, all of me.”
“I know, baby.” Colin whispers, patting his stomach. “But don’t forget. I’m yours, too. All of me.” He kisses Jeremy, and it’s tender, sweet, and nothing like the brutal sex they always have. “Let it go.”
And Jeremy does. The hot liquid spills out of him easily, and it’s a torrent down his thighs. He can’t really tell it apart from the hot water sliding down his body, and he should be disgusted, but he’s not. It’s arousing. He’s being marked. Marked as Colin’s property.
Colin hums, sounding satisfied, and there’s a hard cock nudging at him again and sliding inside. “You do this to me.” He grunts, thrusting almost violently again. “I can fuck you like this forever, Jeremy. God, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Jeremy whimpers in response, trying to keep his knees from buckling under the assault. All he can chant is a babble of oh god please and harder, faster, more until he’s coming again, coating the shower walls with white. He spreads his legs a little wider when he feels the telltale signs of Colin’s impending orgasm – fingers gripping his waist, thrusts erratic and mostly missing his prostate, and clutches at the wall when he feels it.
It’s different than what he just had. It’s almost scalding inside him, and he shouldn’t be able to feel every spurt coating his insides, but he does. Colin is panting behind him, hands rubbing his sides and hips rotating as his cock softens. “I’m yours.” Colin whispers. “All of me, Jeremy.”
And later, they’ll be in bed and Jeremy will feel the slow pulse of semen dripping down his thighs, and he’ll repeat the same to Colin, whispering it like a prayer.
Title: Phone Call
Fandom: RPS, Colin Farrell/Jeremy Renner
Summary: For maidenofiron157's prompt,
Ooh, goodie! How about some phone sex~? Like, both of them are on separate sets on opposite sides of the country or something, and its the first day of Jeremy's shoot, and when he opens up his travel bag, as well as his clothes, he finds lube and plugs and the like (which Colin put there and the airport magically didn't find out about, hehe). He calls Colin to complain about it, but then - BOOM. Phone sex. Sexy, sexy phone sex. A prompt well done, I think. Thank you~!
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Farrenner, rimming, 69. Jeremy blows Colin off while being rimmed and feeling really embarrassed.
Whoops, I... didn't really get the embarrassment part in. Just the rimming and 69 >>
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Jeremy collapses onto his hotel bed. Traveling always makes him tired. September in New York is the worst: the temperature fluctuates from high 90’s to low 50’s, it feels and looks like it’s going to rain all the time but doesn’t really, and it gets dark too quickly.
But here he is. It’s late at night because his plane was delayed, and it sucks, but at least here he is now. He’s hungry but at the same time can’t be bothered to go look for food. He settles for flopping down on the bed. He’ll call Colin, after a quick nap. Really.
Apparently that doesn’t go to plan, because he jolts awake when his phone rings shrilly in his pocket. “Hello?”
[Ah, you were asleep.] Colin chuckles on the other end. [I was wondering why you didn’t call. How was the plane ride?]
Jeremy flips onto his back – his neck hurts from being twisted to one side. “Delayed.” He groans. “There was shitty turbulence or something on the way here, and then we were in taxi for at least an hour down on the ground.” Colin makes a sympathetic noise. “I was gonna call you after a nap.”
He can hear Colin’s smile on the other end. [Yeah, I know. Listen, babe, do me a favor and open up your suitcase for me.] Jeremy raises an eyebrow, but does as he’s told. He zips the suitcase open. There are his clothes, his shoes, his toiletries and - he stops. [Found it?] Colin chuckles, and Jeremy pulls the nondescript black bag out.
He opens the zipper – out tumble the anal beads he hasn’t seen for a while, the rubber plug he’s become too familiar with lately, a thick vibrator and a tube of lube. “God.” He sighs. “This is why you told me to check my luggage in, huh?”
[Didn’t want the airport staff looking at you weird.] Colin laughs. [You awake, baby?]
“Yeah.”
[Take your clothes off. You must still have your coat on. Put me on speaker, sweets.] Jeremy obliges quickly, slipping his coat, jeans and shirt off quickly. He pauses at his boxers but slips them off in the end, sighing. [Good. That’s good.] Jeremy doesn’t know how Colin knows his got his clothes all off. [You’re in a soundproof room, Jeremy, so scream as loud as you want to.] Jeremy gulps. [Prop a pillow behind your back, and lean on the bed rest. Now, lube your fingers up good. I told you I’m going to make you finger yourself one day, didn’t I? Soak up three fingers for me, Jeremy. Index, middle, ring. You’re a lefty, right? Use your right hand.]
“Yeah.” Jeremy whispers, and Colin catches it and laughs. He squeezes out the lube onto his fingers until they’re slick. “What now?”
[All right. Use your index finger first. Circle around – don’t shove it in there, or you’ll hurt yourself. Ease it in, Jeremy. Slow and nice.] Jeremy tilts his head back as he pushes his index finger inside. His teeth chatter as it slips past the first knuckle, the second, and then it’s fully inside. [How’s it feel?]
“Tight.” He answers, breathless. He wants to relax around his finger, to make the intrusion less uncomfortable, but the heat is tight and inviting and he doesn’t even know if he wants it to end, even if it’s just on his finger.
Colin snickers. [Yeah. Move it slowly in and out, in and out.] Jeremy follows the rhythm Colin gives him, in when Colin says so and out when he dictates, even though it’s a little too fast for him. [Ready for that second finger, Renner?] Colin says, breathless.
“Have you got your cock out?” Jeremy wonders out loud.
Colin laughs. [Yeah, baby. I’m tugging on my cock. Now for that second finger. You can take it easy, Jeremy, it’s all lubed up. Take your finger out, and push two fingers in. Slowly.] Jeremy’s hips arch off the bed a little as he pushes two fingers in. The angle is a little awkward, and he bites his lip. [Hook your fingers upward, toward your stomach. Poke around a little – ah, you’ve found it.] Jeremy lets out a shuddered moan. He can feel it on his fingers, a small bump where his prostate gland is. He presses down on it, massaging and he writhes around it. [None of that.] Colin chuckles. [No touching your prostate until I say so, all right?]
“All right. God damn it, Colin.” Jeremy says, closing his eyes. He moves his wrists the way Colin tells him to, not just in and out but rotating. When Colin tells him to scissor his fingers apart he does. It feels weird, spreading himself open, but his body trembles and he lets out a wanton moan. “Colin, more, please.”
[Yeah.] Colin whispers. [Yeah, you’re ready for that third one. Take everything out and push it all in. You’re so good, aren’t you? I want you to stroke your prostate when you push it in.] Jeremy almost screams as he does. It burns, the stretch, as it always does, but the pleasure curling in his toes makes it worth it. [In, out, rotate.] Colin coaxes, and Jeremy finds it hard to concentrate. [You’re doing so good, baby. Spread your fingers wide inside you. That’s it.] Jeremy shudders. His fingers are forcing him open past the point of being uncomfortable into being painful, but he can’t get himself to stop. [How’s it feel, baby?]
“Good.” Jeremy breathes, choking on air. “God, it’s so tight.”
Colin laughs. [I bet you wish you could fuck yourself. But the only cock you’re getting is mine, Jeremy. Go ahead, spread yourself good. The rubber hurts if you’re not stretched enough, remember?] Jeremy remembers, so he ignores the awkward angle to finger himself, shivering all the while. [Feel good?]
Jeremy sighs. “Yeah. I need something bigger.”
[Feisty.] Colin snickers. [Let’s start with the rubber one, baby. Lube it up real good, or it’ll hurt.] Jeremy squeezes the lube onto it. [There’s another bottle of lube in there, so use the whole thing.] Well, good, Jeremy thinks, because he’s already used the whole thing. [Take it slow. I know you don’t like it when I go slow, but it’s mostly to keep you from getting hurt.]
Jeremy’s laugh is stuttered as he positions the plug and starts pushing it inside. “Mostly.” Colin laughs, but it comes out more as a breathless pant. “Are you picturing me right now?”
Colin doesn’t even bother denying. [Yes. You must be such a sexy mess right now, Jeremy. Legs spread wide open, fingering yourself and fucking yourself with a dildo. I can get off on this right now. Push it in slow, Jeremy. Can you feel it spreading you open?]
God, yes, he can. Jeremy throws his head back, not even caring he bangs his head on the headboard. He obeys Colin’s pace, and when it’s fully lodged in, he whimpers. “Too much. I can’t – it’s too much, I can’t move it by myself.”
[I suppose this is when the fuck machine would come in handy. Too bad I can’t ship it there.] Colin sighs. [It’s all right if you can’t move it. Lie back and rest a bit, Jeremy. I wish I was there to move it for you. Twist it around a bit in there, so it doesn’t dry up. Can you do that for me?] Colin’s voice is gentle, and Jeremy closes his eyes and grips the bottom of the plug to rotate it. [Describe yourself for me, baby.]
It causes a gentle stimulation that’s not too overwhelming. “I’ve got my legs spread on the bed. Knees bent, feet on the mattress.” Jeremy hears Colin’s breath quicken. “The plug’s all – it’s all slippery, and that’s not just lube.”
Colin growls, and Jeremy smiles as he closes his eyes. [Oh, Jeremy.] Colin coos. [You’re going to be the death of me one day. Flip over, get on your knees. It’ll a better angle to move it.]
Jeremy obeys quickly, and reaches between his legs to grip the base of the plug. He moves it in a pace Colin dictates, slow and steady at first and then rising to an erratic, rapid thrusting with the snap of his wrists. The pressure builds, slowly but surely, and his toes curl and he grips the pillow with one fist. He’s so close, so close. [Stop.] Colin demands, and Jeremy freezes. [I don’t want you to come with this one. Pick up the vibrator.]
Jeremy does, tossing the plug onto the bed. He lubes up the vibrator, and he’s somewhat taken aback by the fact that this doesn’t embarrass him anymore. There used to be a time when he used to just lie back and let Colin do everything. It’s one thing to be the passive partner getting fucked. It’s another to actively participate in his fucking.
He tosses the thought aside. He’s long come to accept that enjoying having Colin up his ass isn’t anything to be ashamed of, or anything that feminizes him in any way. He just enjoys a different kind of sexual stimulation, is all. [Baby, you listening?]
“Yeah.” Jeremy sighs. He drops down to his knees again and rubs the vibrator against himself before sliding it in slowly. “It’s big.” He whispers, voice tight. It is big, bigger than the usual, but it’s not as big as he’s taken. Colin only hums, and by the sound of his breaths, he’s probably jerking off again. Jeremy makes a point not to bite his moans back as he pushes the vibrator inside completely, clicking it on at Colin’s instructions.
[Can you move it?] Colin asks, his voice hushed.
Jeremy nods, not trusting his voice, before he realizes Colin can’t see him. “Yeah.” He answers, hand already moving. It takes him a bit of trial and error to figure out the angle to jab his prostate, but when he does he shudders and lets out a cry. He can’t get himself to stop, sobbing in overwhelming sensations he’s giving himself. His orgasm topples him forward onto the bed, shivering, limp-boned with his ass stuck in the air, vibrator still buzzing obscenely.
There’s a knock on his door, and he freezes. He doesn’t move, and the knock continues. [Open the door, Jeremy.] Colin says, voice husky. [Don’t dress, don’t take the vibrator out. Trust me.]
Jeremy gets up and stumbles a bit before he can feign a proper walk. He opens the door. Colin is standing there, grinning. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting a bit hard, and he’s got the phone to his ear. “How… what?”
Colin pushes him inside and the door clicks shut behind him. “Missed you.” Colin snickers. He turns Jeremy around and hums appreciatively at the sight. Dexterous fingers swipe at the stretched rim before taking a grip around the vibrator. “Brace yourself against the wall.” Jeremy obeys quickly. He hasn’t fully comprehended that Colin is here now, but he’s more than happy to hand over the reins. Colin lowers himself and then –
“Oh god.” Jeremy cries out. “Colin, what the fuck?”
“Mm. Shh, baby. Enjoy it.” Colin grins as Jeremy looks back down at him. Colin’s tongue darts out and swipes a lazy path around the vibrator, and Jeremy shivers. “I realized I never rimmed you before, so might as well.” Colin’s tongue is firm against his stretched pucker, and Jeremy all but claws at the wall before him as the tongue teases in wet strokes. “Wonder if it’ll fit?”
Jeremy only whimpers in reply before Colin’s tongue presses firmly at his taut hole, and the tongue slides inside for quick moments, in and out, as Colin laps at him. Jeremy’s knees are about to buckle, and Colin makes a tutting noise. “I can’t – I can’t stay up, I’m gonna fall.”
Colin chuckles. “On the bed on your back, legs spread wide for me, baby.” Jeremy all but runs to the bed and does as instructed. Colin doesn’t, however, straddle his ass – he climbs on top of Jeremy, and Jeremy recognizes the position. He’s done it before, with women, and usually him on top. Colin’s cock hangs heavily to his face. “Take it, Jeremy. I’m gonna fuck your throat raw with it.”
Jeremy opens his mouth. He’s still not used to blow jobs, especially since he was introduced to it when Colin had his little rape fantasy, and he can’t deepthroat to save his life, but he can suck and lick. Colin doesn’t push him, and Jeremy feels the cock slide inside his mouth only to the brink of inducing his gag reflex.
Colin takes him easily into his mouth, but what throws Jeremy off is the vibrator sliding out of him. He tries to speak up, but Colin starts moving his hips and Jeremy’s question is lost. “Mm. Remember these things?” Colin touches something cool to his thigh, and Jeremy freezes. The beads. “Don’t struggle, now. We’ll go easy.”
Going easy isn’t really possible, Jeremy thinks, with those things, but Colin presses one into him and it eases inside better than Jeremy remembers. Still, he groans around Colin’s cock, and Colin grunts in reply. Colin keeps three fingers firmly inside his quivering hole, closed roughly around the metal bead as he bobs his head up and down Jeremy’s erection, causing Jeremy to thrust his hips upward. Colin lets him, but it’s not long before another bead is pressing into him.
Jeremy doesn’t know what it is, whether it’s Colin’s insistent sucking on his cock, or if it’s Colin’s own manhood pressing into his throat, or if it’s the beads, shoving inside him, but he keens, reaching his second orgasm. Colin drinks it as he always does, swallowing almost eagerly.
When Jeremy comes down from his orgasm high, he’s aware of three heavy weights inside him. Colin climbs off of him. “You’re not gonna come?” Jeremy says, throat raw.
“Already came twice in my hotel room.” Colin winks, settling between Jeremy’s thighs. “Can you take another one, or no?”
“You’re actually asking?”
Colin grins. “You’re keeping these in for dinner, Jeremy. I rather you not be too full.” Oh. God. Jeremy’s eyes widen. “We’re ordering room service, don’t worry.” Colin kisses the inside of his knee. “I’d like to see you walk around in public with a toy stuffed inside you, but these are a bit too much for you to handle like that.”
Since Colin is actually taking mercy on him, Jeremy decides to take the leap. “One more.” He whispers, letting his head fall back. “I don’t think I can take five, but one more.” Colin rubs his thigh and the pressure against his anus is back. The fourth one, as it did last time, struggles going inside, stopping midway and refusing to fill inside. Colin presses, insistent, and it wedges inside, causing Jeremy to wriggle and gasp. It’s uncomfortable, and he feels full.
“I don’t think I can eat dinner.” Jeremy whispers as Colin reaches over him for the hotel phone. He orders quickly, and Jeremy doesn’t even hear the order.
Colin kisses his cheek. “You’ll be hungry when you smell the food. Go take a shower, Jeremy. You’re covered in semen.” Jeremy groans, because he is. He’s sticky and sweaty, but he also doesn’t think he can move with the toys inside him. “Come on, up you get.” Colin pats his stomach and helps him sit up.
Walking with the beads inside is, as Jeremy figured, incredibly uncomfortable. Colin pushes him through the entire way, whipping the top sheet off the bed and tossing it to the floor in the process. Colin doesn’t follow him to the shower – someone has to get the door when room service comes.
So Jeremy stands in the shower, feeling like his stomach’s cramping, with one bead still hanging lewdly out of him, wondering when this became normal to his life.
Title: Marked
Fandom: RPS, Colin Farrell/Jeremy Renner
Summary: Colin doesn't like the way Jeremy's body is marked with someone else's bite marks.
Warnings: The series starts to get a little dark here, with Colin's obsession getting a little too much and Jeremy a little too willing to do everything.
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“I don’t like this.” Colin says one day as he slowly strips Jeremy. It’s not one of those days where Colin is looking for violent, dominant sex, and Jeremy is honestly thankful for it. Not that Jeremy minds the hard sex – in fact, he won’t ever admit it out loud, but he enjoys it. He still can’t believe he enjoys being tied up and being on the receiving end of brutal sex, but he’s now eager for it every time he comes home and finds Colin on his couch. Or when Colin shows up wherever he is to pick him up so they can go to Colin’s house.
He’s a little disappointed Colin doesn’t tie him up today, but he’s never going to refuse gentle sex. At the very least, it’s nice on his back, and he has work tomorrow. “What?” He asks, letting Colin nibble at his neck.
“This bite scar.” Colin responds, his hands rubbing Jeremy’s sides.
Jeremy rolls his eyes. “You can barely see that thing.”
Colin doesn’t respond. Instead, he worries at the mark with his teeth, his tongue flicking out occasionally to lick at the little grooves of teeth indentations on his shoulder. “Can I bite over it?”
Jeremy nods and tilts his head sideways. “Rather have your teeth marks than some crazy chick’s.”
Colin laps at the offered skin but doesn’t bite. “Later.” Colin promises. “I’ll do it when I’m fucking you. I just wanted to ask now, when you were still coherent.” That’s a promise that Jeremy won’t be coherent later, and it sends shivers down Jeremy’s spine. Colin chuckles and nibbles and bites and sucks on his neck. Everything he wanted to do but couldn’t while Jeremy was promoting Bourne Legacy, he’s doing now. Marking territory, Jeremy’s mind supplies, and he drops his head onto the crook of Colin’s neck so he can rest his forehead while Colin nips and marks his shoulder. “You like it.”
“Mm?”
“The sex. Me marking you like this. Being owned. By me.” Colin’s voice rolls out against his skin, soaked with Colin’s saliva. “I love it.” Colin whispers. “You just trusting me to push the line and test your boundaries but never pass it. I love having you here, at my mercy, to do whatever I want, and it feels so fucking good because you’re a strong guy, you know? You could give me a pretty good fight over what I want to do, and this could have ended in fists and black eyes and maybe even broken noses, but since the first day you trusted me to do this to you.”
Jeremy sighs. “Yeah.” He breathes. “Because I trust you.” He feels the chuckle rumble through Colin’s strong body. “I notice how you didn’t say I would win against you in a fight.”
“Because you wouldn’t.” Colin says, matter-of-factly. “I’m younger, bigger, stronger. If you did fight me on this, you’d lose. Not that I’d force you to do it if you ever fought me that hard.” He tips Jeremy back and coaxes his boxers down to his ankles. For once, Colin is fully undressed, which is rare when they’re having sex. Usually Colin’s the fully dressed, fully composed one and Jeremy’s the naked, blubbering mess. But today is different.
Jeremy has long ago associated Colin with rough sex, but lately (after they started to formally date), Colin has introduced him to what Jeremy’s even less used to – slow, gentle sex. It’s not the sex Jeremy’s used to. He’s used to powerful (though not rough), passionate, fast rounds, but Colin likes taking it easy unless he’s fucking Jeremy so hard he almost bleeds.
Colin presses himself over Jeremy’s body, pressing every inch of their skin together. Their cocks press against each other, both as hard as rocks, but Colin doesn’t move – he keeps his hips completely still and covers Jeremy’s lips with his own, and Jeremy just wraps his arms around Colin’s shoulders and accepts it, opens his mouth so Colin can slide his tongue inside.
It doesn’t matter if the sex is rough, or if it’s this gentle. Colin still controls everything. Colin nibbles and licks at his throat again, one hand playing idly with one of Jeremy’s nipples. Colin has been licking and biting and pinching them so hard that he can’t wear shirts without bandaids covering them or the highly sensitized flesh hurts, but Jeremy doesn’t even care because now that they’re so sensitive, just one pinch has his hips tossing off the bed. Colin chuckles onto his neck. “You’re so good.” Colin whispers. “I think if we do this for long enough, one day I could make you come just by this.”
“Fuck you.” Jeremy says. But they’re both grinning, and given the chance Jeremy thinks Colin will actually succeed, and he’ll probably let him. “Colin.” He sighs, when Colin takes a hardened nub into his teeth and rolls his teeth around it. Colin doesn’t bite down as he normally would, and he’s more tongue than teeth as he makes his way downward. “Colin.”
Colin smiles up at him, placing butterfly kisses to his navel. “You have no idea what that does to me.” Colin whispers, licking a long stripe from beneath his navel, swirling his tongue around the flat stomach and coming up to nibble at Jeremy’s chin. “You sighing my name like that. It tells me everything.”
Jeremy nudges Colin’s head up a little so he can kiss Colin, because on days like this he’s allowed to initiate a little. Colin responds to his kiss and nudges him to his side. “Comfortable?” Jeremy nods and buries his face in the pillow as Colin settles behind him. He’s lubed, already, because Jeremy’s learned to clean himself and lube up after every visit to the bathroom for his own sake. But it’s not just that this time; it’s from already going a round before dinner (a dinner he sat through naked with Colin’s semen pooling from inside him), and Colin slips easily inside with a groan.
Jeremy clutches at the sheets below him, but he’s now used to this sensation of being filled completely. But being used to it doesn’t mean it still burns a little, even with the lubrication and previous rounds, and Colin licks the shell of his ear. Jeremy pushes back, even though it still burns a little, and Colin rotates his hips slowly, lapping at Jeremy’s ear. Jeremy turns his head back and Colin smiles at him, kissing his cheek innocently. It’s almost like they’re just snuggling. “Does it feel good for you?” Jeremy wonders.
Colin stops moving for a second, and Jeremy frowns, wondering if he’s done something wrong. He grinds backward and Colin stops him, laughing. His mouth is back on Jeremy’s ear, around the little gold stud he wears just for Colin. “First time you’ve asked me that.” Colin whispers, pivoting his hips forward and making Jeremy groan. “I wish you could feel this. How amazing you feel, inside.” His hands grip Jeremy’s thigh and pushes it up a little so he can plunge in deeper. “It’s so hot and tight in here.” Colin whispers. “I don’t know how you’re like this, even when we fuck so often.” Colin pushes in halfway, his cock pressing solidly against Jeremy’s prostate and making Jeremy pant and writhe. “Later, I’m going to watch you finger yourself.”
Jeremy nods. He’s never put anything inside himself, though now that he thinks about it – not that he can really form coherent thoughts with Colin pushed up against his prostate like that – he wonders why he hasn’t. Colin takes mercy on him and pushes inside completely, hilting and taking Jeremy’s cock in his hand to stroke lazily up and down.
“Tell me how it feels.” Colin whispers, rotating his hips but neither pulling out nor pushing in. “Tell me how it feels to have my cock inside you.”
“Weird.” The first word out of his lips makes Colin laugh. “It feels good.” Jeremy breathes out in a sigh when Colin pulls out just a little and pushes back in slowly and keeps moving as he talks. “Feels so full, and you feel hot inside me. Like someone’s shoving a branding iron inside, except it doesn’t hurt just…”
“Feels good.” Colin breathes, biting down hard on Jeremy’s ear and rotating his tongue around the tiny stud there. He punctuates his words by snapping his hips back and then pushing back inside painfully slowly.
Jeremy’s body shudders as it’s filled again. “Yes.” The word comes out in a satisfied hiss and he pushes back as Colin pushes forward, pulls forward as Colin pulls out. They fall into the rhythmic pace easily even on their sides, slow and easy as Colin matches the speed on Jeremy’s cock.
“I want to fist you, one day.” Colin whispers, pace never faltering. “I want to see you stretched out around my hand, and I want to film all of it. Would you let me do it?” Nod. “I wanna try other things, too.” Colin whispers, hugging Jeremy tight around the waist. “I wasn’t like this, you know, Renner. You don’t know what it does to me, you just trusting me to do all this to you. It drives me insane with want.” He bites down, hard, onto Jeremy’s shoulder.
Jeremy cries out when he feels the skin break, but Colin doesn’t stop biting down. It takes a bit of time before Colin’s sucking on the wound, lapping up the blood. “I want to do so many things. I’d like to tie you up one day, leave you strapped to a fucking machine and see what you’re like at the end of the day. I want to fill your ass with four quarts of water and glycerin and plug you up with ginger, and see how long you can hold yourself.” Jeremy shivers at Colin’s words, with every thrust he punctuates them with. “I want to burn my name into your skin. You’d let me do it, wouldn’t you?”
“Colin.”
“Jeremy.” Colin answers in a sigh, thrusting in again. “Wouldn’t you, Jeremy? You’d let me take a branding iron and carve my name into you. God, if I wanted, you’d let me tie you to the bed and fuck you until both of us die. You’d let me do that, Jeremy.”
Jeremy doesn’t respond. He can’t, not with Colin overwhelming him, building up speed in his thrusts and pushing onto his prostate every time. He comes with a cry and feels Colin coming inside him with a shudder. “Colin.” He whispers again. He twists his body around and Colin lets his wilting erection fall out of Jeremy. When Jeremy faces Colin, he looks into dark eyes and he suddenly knows. “Yeah.” He whispers, pushing his body against Colin’s. “Yeah, I would.”
Title: Sensory Overload
Fandom: RPS, Colin Farrell x Jeremy Renner (Farrenner)
Summary: For an Anon's prompt,
Colin Farrell x Jeremy Renner, multiple orgasms. Collin sets himself challenge to make Jeremy come as many times as possible. And then he'll probably make him come more.
Warnings: Smut. BDSM. Toys. Lots of sex. Sex all over the place.
Notes: I hope you liked it, Anon! Also, this is sort of the sequel to Just Spooning and Empire Ropes.
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When Colin said handcuffs under the bed, Jeremy hadn’t actually thought he was serious. And yet here he was, his wrists handcuffed to each other behind his back, legs spread wide around Colin’s waist. He’s naked, again. Colin has all his clothes on. Again.
“Jeremy, you’re 41.” Colin said, as if age was an obvious thing to talk about when he had two fingers shoved up his ass. “How many times do you think you could come before you pass out?” Oh, no way. Jeremy wanted to yell at him, but any noise he made was lost behind the thick rubber ball gag. “I think we should find out.” Colin grinned like the Cheshire Cat, hooking his fingers to press down hard on the bundle of nerves inside him.
Jeremy couldn’t help but toss his hips and groan in need. It was the third time he was having anal sex, and he still couldn’t get used to the sheer sensation of having his prostate stimulated. It didn’t help that Colin was an expert at it, teasing relentlessly by brushing across it or rubbing circles around it, and then pressing unforgivingly down on it until Jeremy couldn’t do much but writhe helplessly and moan.
Jeremy’s erection lied untouched as Colin squeezed more lube onto his fingers and slid in three fingers. “Mm.” Colin whispered, his Cheshire-Cat grin growing wider. “I wish you could feel this. You ever finger yourself?” Jeremy glared, and Colin laughed. “You should try it. I think you’d get more out of it than just pulling your cock. The first finger’s a little hard, because you’re not used to this yet, and I use a lot of extra lube just so I can get past your ass trying to push me back out. The second goes in a lot easier, but the third, god damn.” Colin grinned, pressing three broad fingers hard onto Jeremy’s prostate, and Jeremy screamed. “It’s a little too much for you still, isn’t it, brother?” Colin bent down to lap at Jeremy’s collarbone. “Your ass clenches tight around me, and I can feel your insides shaking. You want it, you want me to finger you like this, but your body is just so tight.”
Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. Colin talking to him like he was some BDSM slut shot shivers down his spine, and Jeremy tried to push it away, mostly because he wasn’t one. There was no way he enjoyed this, having his legs spread for another man, taking another man’s fingers and cock inside his ass, and even worse, taking orders during sex. He was supposed to hate this spread position, being so open and vulnerable. He felt exposed to the most intense degree. He was supposed to hate it.
But the problem was that he didn’t. And he was so hard, harder than he’d ever been fucking a woman. He was hard because he had his legs spread for another man – a man who he called his brother – and had that same man’s fingers up his ass.
Jeremy had no time to think about it – his thoughts scattered when three fingers pulled all the way out and shoved back inside, jabbing into his prostate. His scream was muffled behind the rubber gag. Colin clicked his tongue. “Thinking about other things when I’m fingering you, Renner?” Colin whispered above him. “I think I’m being too nice, then.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened. No, no! But before he could either protest or brace himself, Colin resumed his thrusting, pulling his fingers completely out and then shoving them back in, ramming the digits straight into his prostate. Jeremy’s mind whitened as Colin jabbed, stroked, pressed, circled, and even managed to pinch his prostate between his index and middle finger. And Jeremy’s hips tossed off Colin’s lap and he keened against his gag as he came.
He came back down hard, panting and barely able to see clearly. Colin looked smug. “So fucking gorgeous.” He whispered. “I’m going to be able to jack off to this video for years.”
The video. Jeremy’s eyes flickered over to the video recorder at the side of the bed, its blinking red light a definite indication that it was filming. Jeremy knew he should be worried – if this video got out to anyone at all, it would mean the end of his career. End of Colin’s career. End of their everything. But Colin wasn’t stupid, and most of all Colin was possessive. Colin wouldn’t share this video with anyone else only for the sole reason that they’d get to see Jeremy writhing and screaming and being fucked, which was, Colin had made it clear, only for him to see.
“Now…” Jeremy wished Colin would think after he pulled his fingers out. His body was overly sensitive from his recent orgasm and his insides were throbbing, quivering around Colin’s fingers. He tried to push the fingers out himself with no success, and Colin chuckled. “I like it in here.” He whispered, kissing Jeremy’s lips. “I like feeling you thumping around me after you come. You squeeze so tightly when you come, you know that?”
No, Jeremy had not. How could he? He tried to glare, but it was lost when Colin pinched his sensitive prostate once more and he groaned wantonly instead. “I want to ungag you.” Colin announced. “I want to hear every noise you make. But this is such a pretty picture. I like you gagged. I wish I had a ring gag. Then I’d see you gagged and hear you scream at the same time. Remind me to buy one for next time.”
You’re insane, Jeremy wanted to snap, if you think I’ll remind you to buy me a gag. Colin didn’t ungag him, but he pulled his fingers out with an embarrassing squelch that made Jeremy’s cheeks burn. “I’m gonna flip you over.” Colin warned, and Jeremy scrambled to accommodate his knees to brace himself as Colin helped him turn over. The new position was awkward, with him on his stomach but his hips still on Colin’s lap and his legs still around his waist. And it made him feel even more vulnerable, with his ass propped up for Colin’s view.
He felt the cool dribble of lube down the part of his ass, and expected fingers, but a low buzzing sound filled the room. He panicked and was about to thrash, but Colin pressed a firm hand down on his back and something blunt and cold and very much vibrating into him and he froze. “Relax, Jeremy.” Colin whispered, his hand massaging Jeremy’s lower back. “Come on, let it in.” Colin pressed forward and Jeremy flinched when he felt the vibrator start sliding inward. He struggled, but Colin kept a firm hand over his back. “It’s small. Barely four inches long and maybe an inch and a half thick. Vicious little thing, though. Level one of the vibrating step. We’re gonna move up to five soon.”
Jeremy really did not need a description of a vibrator inside him, and he twisted and bucked, trying to move it from where it was lodged so that the tip was just barely tickling his prostate. But Colin held firm, and he chuckled when Jeremy whimpered. “How’s it feel? Pretty solid?” Colin’s hair brushed along Jeremy’s spine as he pressed kisses on his back. Colin gripped the end and started to pull it slowly back out, and then pushed it back slowly. He repeated the process until Jeremy was canting his hips backward, begging desperately for more sensation. “All right, then. Level two.”
To be honest, Jeremy barely felt the difference between one and two. All he knew was he needed more right now. His cock was weeping again, smearing precum over Colin’s legs, and Jeremy writhed on Colin’s lap, trying to achieve more friction. Colin chuckled and shifted, folding his legs so that Jeremy’s cock hung in the empty space in between his legs and he couldn’t move. “I want you to come with just your ass. You’ll appreciate it later, Renner, when I’m jacking you off and you’d be so sensitive that it’d hurt.” Jeremy whined around his gag as Colin’s lazy in and out sped up just a fraction more, pressing slightly harder onto his prostate. Jeremy buried his face in the sheets below and rubbed his cheek on them, keening and trying to thrust back onto the vibrator to press hard into his prostate.
Please, he screamed, but it came out muffled around the gag. And then he actually screamed when suddenly the vibrating sped up intensely and it shoved completely inside him, pressing it hard onto his prostate and sending his legs kicking. Colin kept him down with a firm hand but Jeremy fought against it, keening at the unrelenting wave of sensations. Colin was saying something, but Jeremy barely heard him.
He did hear the chuckle as the vibrator was pulled out slowly, clearing his head a little. It was shoved inside again and his body tossed clear off Colin’s lap as Colin thrust the toy in and out. It took longer than Jeremy could bear for him to orgasm straight into the space made by Colin’s legs and he shook helplessly as it overtook him in waves and waves.
“You did good.” Colin whispered, tugging the still-vibrating menace out of him and tossing it somewhere it landed with a thud. Colin let Jeremy off his lap and Jeremy couldn’t even care that he was lying in a puddle of his own semen because he was completely spent. “But we’re not done yet. That was only twice.”
Not done yet? Jeremy raised a tired head. He wanted nothing more than for Colin to take the cuffs off and let him sleep, but apparently Colin had different ideas. Jeremy heard clinks of something metal, so he twisted his head to see Colin, and blanched. Colin grinned. No way. He struggled weakly, but Colin pushed a hand under his hips and forced him on his knees so he was kneeling with his ass in the air. “Five beads.” Colin hummed. “They’re a little big, but by the end of the night you’re gonna be taking bigger things.”
Bigger things?! Jeremy eyed the metal balls – and they were balls, not beads. Colin held two in his hand, and they were big enough that he could just barely hold them. Jeremy whimpered and shook his head. Things were moving too fast. It was only his third time, damn it, and the first two times he’d just taken Colin’s cock, which was big enough by itself. “You can take it.” Colin whispered, and squeezed a generous amount of lubrication onto the first bead-ball.
No, I really can’t, was the first thing Jeremy thought as the cold metal pressed onto him. It was heavy, Jeremy realized, and he tried to struggle against it. Colin gripped his thigh, keeping him in place. “You can take it.” Colin repeated gently, stroking circles onto his thigh. “Relax for me.” Jeremy tried, really damned did, but the thought of having five huge metal balls shoved up his ass wasn’t at all comforting.
But Colin didn’t pull back – he pushed harder until the already stretched muscles gave way, and Jeremy gasped when he felt the widest part of the ball push past him, and the rest was sucked into his body. He trembled, feeling the ball heavy and cold inside him. “There’s one.” Colin chuckled, pushing an index finger deep inside to push the ball through. Jeremy felt like vomiting through his gag.
Colin gave him no time to rest and a second ball was pushed through. This one went slightly easier, as the muscles had already given way to one of the same size, and Jeremy shivered violently when he felt the first ball rest densely against his prostate, pressing down on it with its sheer weight. He felt a dull throb of pleasure that choked him more than anything else, and when Colin pushed a finger through his anus, the ball slid past his prostate and Jeremy whimpered at the loss. “Two.” Colin pressed a kiss onto his tailbone. “You’re doing so good.”
The third ball sliding inside had the second ball resting solidly on his prostate, and when Colin pushed the third one in as deep as his index finger would let him, it rolled slightly off, and remained teasingly on the edge, causing Jeremy to writhe and twist. Colin squeezed his ass. “Stay still.” Colin ordered, and Jeremy felt the cool of the fourth ball pressing against him. “You might feel a little full after this one.”
Colin had been wrong. Jeremy’s body refused to take any more than half the ball in, and Jeremy trembled as the puckered flesh bit down on the middle of the fourth ball, unable to take any more or let it out because Colin was pushing. I can’t take anymore, Jeremy screamed around the gag, but Colin pushed harder, and the fourth ball squeezed inside. Jeremy panted and moaned and writhed, gripping the sheets below him and dripping sweat onto them.
He didn’t know if it was the shape or the size or the weight, but having four metal balls inside him made him nauseous and it felt like his intestines were being pushed out of his mouth. He was not going to be able to take a fifth one. He shook his head desperately and cried around his gag when Colin, chuckling lightly, brought the fifth one to his ass. “Shh. Relax.” Colin reached around and rubbed Jeremy’s stomach. “You’re so tense, that’s why they won’t go in. You gotta relax for me, Jeremy. You’ve got four, you’re doing so good. Let’s put them all in.”
Jeremy shook his head again, more forcefully this time, but Colin didn’t back down. He pushed, hard, and the last ball started to push its way inside, slowly. Jeremy gave a dry heave, feeling like his guts were being twisted all in the wrong way. He knew he was overreacting, but the balls were giving him too many different sensations and he didn’t like any one of them. Colin kissed and cooed at him but didn’t let go of the pressure, and Jeremy felt the balls press tightly together, pushing his colon outward as they started to overlap, and felt the final ball slip fully inside. He keened.
“Keep it in there. You’re so good. Keep them in there. All of them.” Colin rubbed his shoulders. “Let’s try sitting up. Don’t let anything drop, Jeremy, or I’ve got a bigger set.” Jeremy clenched tightly at the gentle threat, and he attempted to sit up. Colin pressed a hand under his stomach and massaged it as Jeremy attempted, but he had to stop midway. It was all too much, beads pressing into him on all sides and threatening to slide in and out even though they were fully lodged. He shook his head, sweat dripping from his temple to chin to bed sheets, and Colin licked his neck. “I’ll help you. Come on, Renner.” Colin pressed a hand below, keeping the beads in place so Jeremy no longer had to clench over them, and pushed him up slowly.
Colin grinned once Jeremy was sitting with his legs folded beneath him. “Perfect.” He cooed. “Now give me them back.”
What? Jeremy twisted his head to stare wide-eyed at Colin, and Colin nibbled at his neck. “Push.” Colin instructed. “Give them back to me.” No way. Jeremy tries to glare and struggle, but Colin holds him firm and bites the back of his neck. “Now, Renner. I’m not pulling them out for you, so they’re gonna stay in there until you push them out yourself. ”
Jeremy forced his body to relax, but the metal balls lay heavily against his entrance from the inside but made no move to slide out like he thought they would when he was sitting up. Colin chuckled, his hand kneading Jeremy’s back. “You’re gonna have to push them out, Jeremy. They’re too big to slip out by themselves. Come on. Push.”
Jeremy keened but flexed his lower abdomen, feeling too much like he was doing something else entirely as his anal muscles fought the extrusion of something too large. He let out a choked sob around the gag as the first ball fell out with a wet squelch and he trembled, panting and leaning sideways onto Colin. “Shh. You’re doing good. Come on, there’re four left.”
The first one hung heavily out of him, tugging on the others to make him feel like his insides were falling out with it, but not enough to actually tug the rest of the beads out. He trembled and squeezed his eyes shut as he flexed again, letting out a heavy gasp when the second one popped back the ring of muscle with another wet sound. He shook his head, already exhausted, but Colin grinned and rubbed his lower back. “Three more. Go on. You’re doing so good. Come on.”
Jeremy gritted his teeth against the rubber ball and clenched his cuffed hands into tight fists and forced the next two out without rest. Before he could go along for the last one, Colin pushed his upper body down. “Good. Good. That’s good, Jeremy. See? I knew you could do it. Now I want you to take a deep breath for me.” Jeremy inhaled deeply through his nose. “Now let it out.” Jeremy started to, but it caught in his throat and he let out a scream instead when Colin pushed in the latest bead back inside him. Jeremy struggled and screamed and thrashed, but Colin kept an arm firmly fasted around his waist as he pushed the beads back in. Jeremy fell to his side, shaking and panting. “Come on, Jeremy. Hips up.”
Colin forced him into the position again, and Jeremy wondered if Colin was going to make him push them back out again. “Mm. Good position for the camera.” Jeremy flinched and tenses, his ass clenching tight onto the beads inside him. He had completely forgotten about the video. He tried to twist so he could see the camera and move away from it, but suddenly his thoughts were bleached white and he could do nothing but scream.
His ass widened and clenched and widened and clenched impossibly fast four times in a row as Colin hooked his fingers in the ring that was at the end and yanked. He was coming onto the sheets below him, but all he could do was let the orgasm crash onto him like a tidal wave, washing away everything.
He must have passed out, because the next time he opened his eyes, he was on his back on crisp, fresh sheets, and he had no memory of Colin changing the sheets or flipping him on his back. He also realized that the gag was no longer between his lips, and his hands were no longer cuffed to each other. But the last ball-bead that Colin hadn’t yanked out still remained inside him, and the rest were lying on the bed between his legs. “Hey.” Colin said, brushing his fingers through his hair.
“How long…” His jaw felt sore for being forced apart for too long, and his teeth was throbbing from biting too hard on the rubber gag. He rubbed his chin.
“A little over ten minutes.” Colin kissed the top of his head. “Ready for the second half?”
“The second half?” Jeremy repeated, his eyes wide. “You’re not satisfied with what we just did? My lips hurt. My cheeks hurt. My dick hurts. My ass hurts. I came three times.”
Colin hummed in agreement, still pressing kisses onto Jeremy’s head. “Only three.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tie you up or gag you again. Come on. If you’re coherent enough, get up on your knees. I’ll tug out the last one for you.”
Jeremy meant to protest, to refuse and to kick Colin between the balls. He found himself kneeling, supporting his weight with shaky legs and arms. Cool lubricant dribbled down the crack of his ass again and he shivered. “Why couldn’t you have taken it out while I was out?”
“Because then you couldn’t feel it.” Colin answered, kissing his tailbone again. “I’ll take it slow. Don’t want you to pass out or come from this one.” He pulled gently, tugging and coaxing the ball out with generous amounts of lubricant. Jeremy wondered how it must have looked, his ass stuck onto the ball until the moment it popped out of him, and buried his head in his arms. “It looks obscene.” Colin whispered, chuckling as if he’d read Jeremy’s thoughts. “I wish I could take a close-up, but this will do.”
Jeremy moaned as the ball popped out of him and fell to the bed below. He felt Colin’s finger slide in easily and poke around. “Nice and loose.” Colin chuckled. “Good. Ready for the next bit?”
No, Jeremy thought. “Yes.” He said. Colin chuckled and pressed more kisses onto his tailbone.
“Breathe in.” Jeremy did immediately. “Now out. Slowly. And keep breathing out. Don’t stop until it’s all the way in.” Until what was all the way in? Jeremy thought he should be panicking, but with the gag and the handcuffs off, he felt much calmer. He nodded and slowly started to let his breath out. Something blunt and heavy – another vibrator? – pressed against him, and started to slide inside. It was ridged, grooved every inch or so and his body quivered as he clenched tightly around it. His breath hitched a few times, but every time it did Colin paused, let him take another breath in, and pushed in again when he started to breathe out.
Jeremy didn’t know if Colin was taking it slowly or if the toy was just gigantic, but it seemed to take ages to lodge inside him. “It’s thinner than the vibrator and the beads, but slightly longer. It won’t rest on your prostate, but it sure does reach deep, doesn’t it?” Jeremy could only nod wordlessly as he tried to steady himself. “Talk to me. Tell me what it feels like. I want to hear you.”
“So full.” He croaked, wincing. “It’s so big. It’s like touching the back of my throat. Pushing my guts out of my mouth.”
Colin chuckled again and kissed his tailbone, again. Jeremy heard the unzipping of pants and rustling of clothes, and Colin draped himself over Jeremy, his hot and heavy cock pressing against Jeremy’s ass. “Flip over onto your back.” He instructed. Jeremy did cautiously, but the dildo inside him shifted mercilessly anyway. He managed to lie down on his back and Colin kissed him, his hands twisting nipples before they rubbed at Jeremy’s soft cock. “You never sucked cock before, have you? Ah, well. You’ll learn.” Colin hoisted himself over and Jeremy found himself a face full of angry red cock, and he twisted his head away. “Take it in your mouth, Jeremy.” Colin instructed. “Do the best you can. You’re gonna suck me off until I come, anyway.”
Jeremy wanted to protest. He was just starting to deal with having things shoved up his ass. Having to suck dick was another thing entirely. But Colin was already mouthing his own. It took time for his exhausted body to get hard again, but Colin was patient as Jeremy took cautious licks at the veined flesh hanging on his face.
Colin didn’t smell putrid or anything, so Jeremy guessed he had taken time to clean himself, and he cautiously flattened his tongue against the stem. Colin groaned above him, shooting sparks of pleasure through Jeremy’s own spine as the vibrations rolled through his own cock. Jeremy tried to think about what he’d liked when he was getting blowjobs, and he cautiously raised his hands to grip Colin’s cock at the base and angle it so he could take the head into his lips. Colin groaned throatily above him, hips trembling in exertion from something.
Oh. Jeremy blinked. Holding back from thrusting into his mouth. Jeremy took that gratefully as he explored. Sucking cock wasn’t horrible, he decided, as long as Colin wasn’t shoving his cock down his throat or anything. He took the head, flattened his tongue along its base and sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks. Colin shouted above him and he shuddered. “Fuck.” Colin rumbled. He sat up and pulled his cock out from Jeremy’s lips and he sat back, leaning himself against the headboard. “I want to see you suck my cock. Flip over.” Jeremy flipped back onto his stomach and took Colin’s cock into his mouth again. “Fuck. Yes. Ass up. I want your ass in the air.”
Jeremy obeyed quietly again, focused more on sucking Colin off and actually making him come. Colin groaned above him and he looked up. Their eyes met and Colin smirked. “Keep your eyes on me.” Colin instructed. “God, Renner. You look like you came straight out of porn. Keep your eyes on me.” Jeremy did, more because he was fascinated with Colin’s face as he let pleasure wash over him than actually listening to Colin’s orders. He pulled away just fast enough as Colin’s hips bucked and semen landed on his cheek and his neck.
He made a face. “Fuck.” He sat up fast – and then regretted it when the dildo pushed deeper into him. He rubbed at the white liquid and Colin caught his hands, smiling lazily before he could wipe his hands on the sheets below.
“Try it.” Colin said, his free hand slowly fisting his erection back to life.
“No.”
“Come on, Renner. You never know.” Colin was right, yeah, but Jeremy still was ways off from tasting semen. He shook his head resolutely and Colin sighed and let his hand go. He rubbed his hands on the sheets and then Colin pushed him back over, pushing his shoulders down and keeping his ass in the air. “I was going to make you come again.” Colin said, fishing out another bottle of lubricant from the drawer. “But your blowjob is good enough. Plus, I think it’s high time I got to fuck you.”
Jeremy couldn’t help the pleased yes as it hissed out of his lips. Colin snickered and Jeremy heard the lubricant bottle expel the gel, and then the dildo was pulled out of him in one swift movement. “Fuck me.” Jeremy whispered, pushing his hips backward. He didn’t give a damn about how he looked anymore.
“Gladly.” Colin hissed back, gripping Jeremy’s hips, and he surged forward, burying himself deep inside, and Jeremy keened because it was so good. He canted his hips backward, meeting Colin’s thrust.
“Wait.” He whispered. “Wait, wait. Please. I just.. I just want to feel you inside for a second. For a second.” Colin stilled inside him and he bent over, draping his chest over Jeremy’s back and pressing skin tightly to skin. Jeremy shuddered as he breathed. Colin’s cock felt heavy, hot and solid inside him, throbbing with life the way the vibrator and the beads and dildo hadn’t. It pulsed with blood, with heat so hot Jeremy thought he would have gotten burned, but he sighed and pulled forward again before snapping his hips back, and Colin was thrusting into him again impossibly fast.
Each thrust crashed into his prostate before sliding deep inside him and Jeremy screamed at each in thrust and keened at every out thrust. “Fuck.” He sobbed. “More. Harder. God damn it, Colin. Harder.” Colin laughed above him and his face quickened with more force behind each thrust that sent Jeremy not only to scream but also to thrash and he was vaguely aware of tears running down his cheeks. He wasn’t in pain, but every one of his senses was overwhelmed and he could do nothing but let his body take over.
He was vaguely aware of some kind of warmth shooting inside him, and Colin softening, but Colin picked up almost immediately and Jeremy let him. Colin’s hand snuck down and tugged almost violently on his erection and Jeremy thrust his hips wantonly, down into Colin’s hand and up into his cock and he rocked back and forth, screaming and sobbing and drooling until he came for the fourth time. Colin hissed above him and Jeremy felt another hot spurt inside him as he collapsed, boneless, his hips only held up by Colin’s hands.
Colin slid out and rolled over. Jeremy was breathing shallowly, his eyes almost shutting and his consciousness drifting when a sharp, cold bite at his throbbing ass brought him back. “Wha…” He lifted his head and saw Colin grinning like the Cheshire cat, holding a bowl of ice in one hand.
