for @4lbon (read ye franco/oscar smut under the cut)
okay this is quick (for me) and dirty and a little intense and i dunno if it's quite what you had in mind but: edging franco !
"please… I need it… please…"
Franco curved backwards, legs splayed over Oscar's, thighs spread wide apart. a thin sheen of sweat let him slide up and down Oscar's chest, squirming, hips chasing pleasure. Oscar could feel Franco's lower lip pooching out as he whined.
Oscar hadn't touched him for at least a minute. for a perpetually horny 22-year-old, a minute was a millennium. he'd have taken matters into his own hands ages ago, if not for the ropes binding his slim wrists to the headboard. he strains against them, writhing, desperate. behind him, Oscar swallows a bolt of lust.
"now now," Oscar murmurs into the pink shell of Franco's ear, "you're tied up for a reason. you just can't be trusted." he tutted, even as Franco whimpered at his hot breath. Oscar leaned over his captive to witness him biting at his lips, eyes squeezed shut; Franco's agony filled his veins like liquid gold. "only I know what's best for you."
with that, he finally gripped Franco's leaking member. a creaky moan escaped Franco's mouth, his face going slack at the touch. he really was a thing of beauty, Oscar thought as he pumped slow, savoring every blissful movement of Franco's curls, his half-closed eyes, his plump, pink lips. every stroke brought forth another wondrous "oh… oh…. oh…" a little louder and a little pitchier each time. Oscar's own cock leaked against Franco's ass, drawing out a maddened sigh.
Franco's voice had gotten loud enough for proper moans, near to shouts. he'd broken into a fresh sweat to mingle with the tears gathering at his lashes. still Oscar cranked, faster and faster, whipping his thumb over Franco's slit. Franco gasped, galvanized, his hips rising off the bed. "oh my god," he punched out in a strangled tone. "oh dios mío, cariño, I'm so close…" true to his word, Oscar could feel him start to stutter and shake.
Oscar took his hand away.
it took Franco a minute to realize his friction was gone. his ruined snarl went straight to the base of Oscar's spine, dissolving into a frantic sob. he rocked his hips left and right, deep red cock waving in the open air, trying to manifest any touch whatsoever. having this unhinged twink thrashing about in his lap was almost enough to make Oscar lose it right then.
with one great movement, Franco swung his right leg over his left, twisting his entire body around. he tumbled off of Oscar's flank, restraints flexing and crossing, using the resistance to pull himself to his knees.
startled, Oscar realized he was face-to-face with pure, unhinged desire. Franco's eyes were wild and unseeing, blotchy with tears. lip bitten bloody and mixing with helpless drool. auburn curls flattened with sweat. chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. angry cock neglected, flicking precum against his stomach. his body an incandescent brand, burning with the heat of a thousand suns. Oscar blinked, gobsmacked.
"please, Oscar," he whispered against his neck, more tears dripping from his lashes. "I can't stand it, I'm going to explode, I'm going to die if you don't touch me." his voice was shot through with torment; his eyes blown, pleading. to his credit, he hadn't tried to rut up against Oscar; even in this state, he knew his place.
Oscar couldn't keep the tremor out of his hand as he reached for Franco's cheek. he keened into the touch like a lost puppy, eyes screwing shut again, hoping against hope he would be allowed relief. wordlessly, he drew Franco to his mouth, kissing him with a kind of reverence. he almost felt bad for letting it go this far.
the real reward came when Franco breathed hotly, shakily into his mouth, finally feeling the release he so craved. he proceeded to kiss Oscar like a man possessed, hanging limply from his useless arms, moans and sighs and prayers to deities far and abroad spilling against Oscar's lips. now it was Oscar's turn to go mad, turned on by just how much he turned Franco on.
he paused for a split second – enough to make Franco whine deliciously one more time – to wrap his hand around both their cocks. when Franco came, it was with a long, drawn-out howl, shooting like a geyser between their shining bodies. Oscar followed soon after with a grunt and a groan; his body went limp, and Franco went with it.
after approximately one eternity, Franco let out a soft chuckle.
Oscar managed the energy to raise an eyebrow. "and what are you laughing about?"
"oh, nothing…just that I'm going to lose feeling in my arms pretty soon."
"oh, jeez, right." Oscar set to untying the ropes and rubbing Franco's hands back to life. "gracias."
"it's the least I can do." Oscar smiled smartly, thinking of Franco's temporary madness. "maybe we ought to rethink these restraints."
"I agree," Franco returned with mock seriousness. "if anything, we need to lock me down tighter." his eyes gleamed in the half-light. "after all, I just can't be trusted."
