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YES they have to be this close together at all times or else they will DIE
western nights // mean!S2!barry x kook!reader x s2!rafe
summary ; /
warnings ; mentions and using of drugs. kinda violence. barry doesn't give a shit about pogue/kook thing. threesome(mxmxf/switch). smut without real plot. shotgunning (smoking). choking. double p in v. boys kissing (if you see that challengers reference, no you don't.), oral (f&m receiving.). scars mentions. threats.(3k words.). be careful with the warnings.
author's note : i want rafe and barry back as a chaotic duo for S4 part 2, please. it's a threat, not a request. im watching you obx screenwriters.
“someone you know very well owes me money.”
you looked up from your line of cocaine in a loud snort, before sitting comfortably on the bed while rubbing your nose to clean it quickly.
"and how does that concern me barry? you have your business, i have mine. and by the way, are you stalking my clients because you're losing yours ? ”
“ you’re such a fucking ungrateful princess. let me remind you that it’s because of me that you even have a business in the first place. you were nobody before i helped you, it doesn’t matter how much of a kook you are in this business.”
"wow.. someone’s got an attitude. it's not my fault your boy chose me over you.”
"yeah, he’s gonna regret that when you fuck him over."
“and why would i do that?”
he approached you, a big blunt falling out of his lips, before leaning toward you, made you feel quietly small. a short breath escaped your throat while you shivered. a smile with a wicked expression on his eyes showed on his face. “ still afraid of me. why ? it’s been a long time since i’ve had to put you in your place. you still got that scar? ” with a sick, softened voice, he added just over your lips. “that expensive makeup covers it up real good.”
“ what do you want, barry ? ”
in the intimacy of silence between the two of you, he pressed a thumb in the corner of your lips, letting his finger open it a little wider, before pulling out and blowing smoke directly into your mouth, letting your tongue disappear on the shot.
you scoffed, before your throat had swallowed the smoke. “ i want my money. and you're gonna do what i ask you. ”
“ and if i don’t ? ”
“ you don’t have much of a choice actually.”
barry placed himself above you, more threatening than when he welcomed you into his home. you placed a hand on his chest before responding calmly. “ don't be mad at me. it's your own fault you decided to trust him. why are you giving him free shit? you know he can afford it. and don’t give any of that ‘he said he’ll bring the money next time’ bullshit, when has rafe cameron ever been trustworthy?”
“ y/n. don’t start shit you can’t finish. ” he warned.
"what do you want me to do? you have a gun, and no reputation to preserve, if you want to shoot him, he's all yours. don't involve me in this. i'm having a good relationship with my client, do not mess it up. "
“do you think it’s that easy, princess?” he laughed nervously. "obviously. you really think I can get away with taking out Rafe Cameron?”
"i just think if you really wanted to, you would. Since when does Rafe scare you anyway? "
"i had a little disagreement with ward. it’ll just be easier if you handle it."
“what do i gain from all this?”
“It’s your choice. But we’ll talk about it when we’re out of this situation.”
you sighed. the next day, you invited rafe cameron to your house. like every time you called him, he came back.
“ so, where’s the coke ? ” he asked. “ tell me you have something for me. ”
"obviously I do, I'm a dealer, what did you expect ? But do I have any for you ? that's another question. ” you frowned. your gaze was on his beaten puppy face, his eyes were glinting, completely desperate, and his voice was almost pleading and nervous. “ i think i’ve been too nice to you, rafe. maybe i should be mean for once. look at this scar you have, should i give you another one? because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t behave. ”
“I’m begging you, please. i'm gonna pay you back.”
"begging already? wow. tell me why i should believe you’re pay me back?”
“ just trust me. you know i have money, i just have to get it.”
“ i have no reason to trust you. “ you shook your head with a tsk tsk that meant you didn’t believe him. he was a pathological liar, it was in his nature to save his ass with lies.
you laughed in frustration, making him raise an eyebrow. "you’re gonna pay me back, huh? I’m not even the only person you owe money to. is this about what we did last time?”
“If i can recall, you were enjoying yourself just fine.” he cut in.
"rafe. you have nothing to offer me. to tell you the truth, if I really needed money, there are ways I can get it. So whatever is going on here, it’s not fair because you’re getting something out of it and I’m not.”
"I told you, I’m gonna pay you back, just please, give it to me. I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”
"We’re going to try this another way. I’ll see you tomorrow and if you have the money you owe us then you’re good. And I’ll take care of you again.”
you kicked him out of your house. the next day, he showed up in your room as you were coming out of your shower. you planned to procrastinate all day before he stormed off like crazy.
"What are you doing? You think you can show up here like this?”
“I have your fucking money. now, i want my coke. i did what you wanted me to do ! ”
you smiled, while giving a pat on his curtain bangs. “ good job, pretty boy. ”
“where’s the coke? give it to me. ”
“i don’t have any.” you replied.
rafe laughed, a nervous and uncomfortable laugh. he took a few steps towards you, pushing you against the wall.
“rafe?”
“where’s the fucking coke? ”
“dude, are you high?” you asked, suddenly unwell by the rising tension you can't feel through the air. “ i just tol...”
he was mad, more than that, frustrated. the way you played with his feelings, you were making him go around in circles. and his hands began to irritate him, to make him wickedly agitated. which meant that he was gradually losing control because you were showing that it was you who had the power. he was just asking for drugs, only a little. it was such a small ask in his eyes, just a fucking line how you gave him some every time he came. like a child's whim, you couldn't take away from him what you had always given him. from his point of view, it was not okay.
and the thing was, you were doing it just now. he felt a horrible chaos inside him which made him spiral. his hands fell terribly on your throat, fingers wrapping in tight around you like a collar.
"i just asked you a question. and you better hope your answer is what i want to hear, because if it’s not this isn’t gonna be fun for you.” he whispered, his lips softly ghosting over yours.
“you’re scaring me….rafe ”
“ good, maybe now you’ll show me some fucking respect.”
he grabbed you by the throat, forcing you to bend your knees so that you were at his feet. you coughed, and he responded with a smirk.
“i don’t have your fucking coke. "
“but you know what, that’s not fair. i held up my end of the deal, o got your money and you don’t have my coke.”
he slipped each of the bills against your tongue down to the exact amount he owed you, forcing your mouth to stay open.
"not having so much fun now, huh?”
“ what a great surprise, my two favorite people in the same place. " had commented a voice behind the kook.
it was barry. you and rafe both shivered. at the same time.
“what the hell is this ?” rafe replied.
“relax country club, i didn’t come to give you a hard time. ”
“so why are you here ?” Rafe replied.
you spat the money back into your mouth and barry came closer to you.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you replied.
"so you're stealing my clients, you're taking my money and what more, you're lying to me?" barry had wisely articulated.
“wait, what do you mean?”
“shut up, rafe.”
“barry, it’s not what you think.”
"that's exactly what i believe. but you know what I believe even more? is that you need to be taught a fucking lesson.yeah, spoiled, rich girls like you need to learn that they can't play with everyone. come on, country club. ”
“barry.” you started. " listen..."
"I would love to listen to you, princess but I'm going to have a hard time doing once i fill that pretty mouth with my cock."
“what?” you retorted.
" oh you know, i'm in a grear mood. you seem to really enjoy playing with people around you. guess today, it's just my turn to play. i'm also thinking we should invite rafe to this game. would be fair actually. will princess be able to say sorry after being her nasty mouth being fucked to death ? ” replied barry by pulling you by the side of your face, hair caged in his grip, making you gasp.
“ pretty sure, bitch like her can. ”
" you're too high to even know where you put your dick. ” you said.
“ very funny. ”he laughed in a sarcastic way, before pulling his pants down, his cock slapping against his stomach, following his movement by plunging it straight into your mouth, one hand with rings covering your throat, pressed tightly his fingers against the back of your neck. “still funny?” he continued as he pushed himself even deeper, feeling his dick deep down in the inside of your pleasing mouth widening around him. “ can't even answer now. ”
Barry smiled before undressing his pants, guiding your hand to his own cock. you quickly got the hang of it, starting to masturbate him, your free hand circled around his full length stroking back and forth, all the while having rafe’s thick length, lodged hard in your throat.
your fist was wrapped around barry’s cock, fingers tightening and sliding around his girth quickly while rafe was buried completely inside your mouth, fucking you faster on the tongue. you already started to get soaked on the inside of your thighs, the wet forming a damp spot on the fabric of your underwear.
both boys stood in front of you, above your kneeling position while you were at their commands. barry invited himself into your mouth, his cock next to rafe's hitting your dripping, sloppy tongue. their two dicks were working your throat at the same time, same pace as your muscle rolled over the two shafts that stretched you open. you could feel the weight of their lengths filling your stuffed mouth. your face was weeping with spit and saliva.
you grabbed their cocks with your free hands, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your fingers, their grunts hovering in the room.
your mouth was completely blocked by the growing size of their dick. rafe smeared all the drool from your mouth on your face, before spitting on your tongue, followed by barry. you touched them both while continuing to deepthroat the two boys. you let your tongue run on the veiny flesh of their dick, trailing your wet muscle around their veins, followed by balls lapping. your received both of their cocks so well like you were always made for this. you coughed several times, letting a trickle of saliva slip from your jaw. they both pulled out, before slapping their cocks on your drooling cheeks. your face was pressed with tears, running down your skin to the floor.
“don’t be lazy, open your legs. ” ordered rafe.
you had spread your thighs, leaving them with a full view of your glistening pussy. “ but look at you, already so wet, soaking like a mess when neither rafe or me already touched you. ” barry mocked.
rafe pushed your glossy lips apart with two fingers making you suck on them, stuffing you full in the mouth to the throat and barry found a place between your legs, and trailed his tongue against your folds filled with wetness that poured over his face.
he traced your clit, before eating out your hole that was pulsing against his messy mouth, the way his tongue licked your slit, slurping in and out, before circling your beating clit. his lips were wrapped around you, dirty lapping your cunt as rafe taking his thick fingers deeper in your throat to the point you choked on them. he cleaned them with his own mouth, before diving his thumb in your lips. the corner of your mouth were foaming as he roughly brushed his digits inside your cavity, two fingers fucking your tongue and throat, as barry widly sucking your cunt. your taste were flowing and he keeping it before kissing you slowly, let in drip back in your mouth.
“ do not swallow it. i bet country club wants a taste of you…” he commented, through the kiss.
without swallowing, you kissed rafe, moving your lips against his and released your tongue over his own. you were over the moon, both of them kissing you, tongue mixed with streams of saliva, and nasty spits.
you placed your hand through your slit, before pushing your fingers against rafe's mouth, forcing him to open wider while you do the same with your other hand with barry's mouth, feeding the two boys with your juice flowing around their hanged jaw. you rushed your digits further in their throat, as they gasped around them. you were so turned on, the way they were literally drooling like dogs over your hands was making you feel insane.
you slowly pulled out your hands as their faces got closer to each other, while watching them kissing through your dirty fingers. you watched them with a twisted smile, as rafe hand reached the throat of barry, his thumb running over his cheek. your gaze was focused on them, and your ears filled with the wet and horny sound of them licking each other. that was hot, and you hated how hot it was. “ are you gonna fuck or should i do it all the work myself ? ”
“ want to be fucked so bad ? ” cutted rafe.
“ is my legs open enough for you, rafe ? ” you said, teasing him flirty.
“ she's really asking for it. ” answered barry.
“ which one's gonna fuck me first ? ”
they both laughed at you as you said something very funny. you raised an eyebrow.
“ you're gonna take us.”
“ it's not gonna fit. ”
“ it's gonna fit. because that pussy is tired of being tight. ”
when they started fucking you it made the heat rise inside you. your whole body was horribly hot, their two cocks were both pressed and stuck in the same hole. you gripped the sheets with your fist, while they stretched your weeping pussy over and over, shoving every inch of their cocks into your soaking pussy. your head was spinning as you lost yourself completely, your flesh smushed onto the mattress. both wrecked your canal, and hitting every one of your spots. you felt strange spasms, a mixture of pleasure and pain as you trembl d and moaned under their thrusts.
“ don't fucking cry, you're the one who wanted those cocks inside you. was too mean to do what your pussy begged for ? too late. neither rafe nor i are going to stop. ” shouted barry while ramming his hips against you in a brutal stroke, making you whine harder.
“ pl-please…”
“ the only thing you need to “ please please ” is for us to fuck you even harder. ” continued the curtain bangs one with a sick smile around his lips.
rafe shutted you cries with a rough snap of his hips, his firm body slammed into yours, while barry next to him, pounded you in the same raw way. his hair was messy as yours, unbrushed and bouncing against his shoulders, as the air became more hotter. you were crying and panting for breath like a crybaby, tits swaying while your vision was getting blurred.
the kook one grabbed your face, hollowing your cheeks with his fingers, before spitting in your open mouth, watching his globe of saliva dripping from your glossy lips. inspired, barry spat on rafe's mouth, forbid him to swallow with his hand brushed on his partner jaw before letting the spit drooling over your mouth.
the pace sped up, as your pussy squeezed them like a vice, the room filled with the wet smacking sounds of your core getting speared roughly. they were fucking you deeply, your cunt dripping around them as they thrusted into you back and forth, all spots getting touch.
next position, you were bouncing on rafe's dick, big hand tugged on your hips, your ass jiggling against and slamming into his large spreaded thighs, as barry letting you suck on his dick. you were giddy, feeling overheated, messing everywhere on both of them. they were working on each part of your body, the overstimulation draining you.
“ suck it well, pretty thing.” he grabbed your jaw, his glare locked into your teary eyes. “ don't forget that you have still another free hole. and trust me, you don't want two cocks in. ”
your mouth found barry's cock, tongue out and wrapped around his crazy shaft, as you slowly pushed your muscle above his tip. you were now used to it, and sucked it directly to the throat, you spitting on it before licking to feel the size hitting the deep of your neck. you were like a dizzy free-use doll that were fucked to heaven.
you placed the dick of barry between your swayed tits that was unstoppable because of rafe's hard strokes on your sloppy cunt. your cunt that was actually filled by his large cock. before starting to pump the dealer with your boobs, you caged the painful boner in the middle of your breasts, and pressed them to the bulging girth before moving up and down quickly. when you heard his raspy grunts near your ears, his mouth and breath brushed your sensitive skin, you accelerated the pace, leaving him growling speechless.
few minutes later, he came around your neck, painting your flesh with white loads. rafe released his cum in you five minutes after, while kissing you, swallowing every breath of yours.
you fell on your back, completely exhausted. “ you guys…are crazy…”
“ just the beginning. ”
The Princess Panties – or: How to fuck your half-asleep princess and make him whimper and whine
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Barry (Outer Banks)
Summary: Rafe ordered himself some pretty satin panties, but says he didn't. So Barry has to make him wear them. And fuck him.
Warning: minors dni. Rafebarry smut. Explicit language. Top!Barry x Bottom!Rafe, gay anal sex, a hint of canon-typical violence, very brief mention of Ward Cameron, boy in pretty underwear. Barry's pov.
Word Count: 2.8k
gif credit: @men-in-4k
The first time Barry called Rafe “princess”, the boy blushed and stared at Barry, mouth open, for like two minutes. Then Rafe frowned and hit Barry, who just laughed. Rafe said, he didn’t like to be called “princess”, but Barry knew he loved it. But really, Rafe didn’t like to be treated like a princess. Whenever Barry touched him a little too gently, he froze. Whenever Barry caressed him, the kook tried to push him away. Whenever Barry took him in his arms and kissed him tenderly, Rafe bit him and punched him. Rafe didn’t like it when Barry looked into his eyes while slowly taking him, he got furious and started frantically hitting Barry, until Barry hit back, handled him roughly, flipped him over, pushed his pretty face into the mattress and fucked him ruthlessly from behind. Rafe didn’t like to be fucked like a princess. Rafe needed to be fucked like a slut.
But sometimes, on very rare occasions, Rafe allowed Barry to be gentle with him.
It had been a long day for Barry. He had been working late at the shop when he came home to his trailer; and he immediately knew that Rafe was there. The leftovers in the sink and the newly opened beer cans were a clear sign of the kook having spent his evening in the older male’s home. Barry’s home was never exactly tidy, because he just didn’t care, but damn, that boy did leave a mess, because he even cared less – or was just too used to other people cleaning up after him.
It was no surprise to Barry when he found Rafe seemingly fast asleep in his bed, facing the wall, hugging the Panthers blanket with his muscular arms and long legs, knees bent. Rafe’s left cheek pressed into the pillow, sweaty strands of hair stuck to his face, lips were open, glistening with drool. In slow regular movements his back rose and fell, the naked skin exposed to the stuffy hot air in the room. Barry could see old and fresh bruises on the boy’s naked body. Except, he was not really naked.
Rafe was wearing his princess panties.
Shiny aqua blue satin panties, flimsy fabric, strings at the sides. The back part hardly covering the two round globes. The boy got ass and just seeing it presented like this, woke up Barry’s cock.
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Color Barry surprised when one sunny afternoon, while sitting on his porch, rolling a blunt, a fancy amazon prime truck rolled up the gravel road and stopped right in front of his trailer. He used a hand to shield the sun as he watched a guy in uniform – not an officer’s uniform, but something equally ridiculous – jump out of the truck. The guy called him sir and handed him a small parcel, which he scanned with his phone that bleeped once. Then the guy climbed back into the truck and drove off, leaving Barry and the parcel on the porch.
Barry’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the parcel, turned it in his hands. It was flat and quite small, like a thick envelope. There was nothing unusual about it – except that it had Barry’s address but the name “Rafe Cameron” on the label.
He teared it open, and his eyes grew wider and his grin bigger.
Later that day, when Rafe came up the stairs to his trailer, Barry welcomed him, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed before his chest. Before Rafe could walk past him, Barry held out his hand: blue satin panties were dangling from his index finger. Rafe’s expression was priceless. His baby blue eyes seemed to be dropping out of his head. His cheeks flushed pink. Then his whole head turned crimson. He tried to snatch the underwear from Barry’s hand, but the older male was quicker and turned his back towards him as he walked a few steps into the trailer. Barry could feel the blue eyes like daggers in his back, and he knew the boy was contemplating attacking the other, probably jumping his back. But he didn’t. When Barry turned, Rafe stood in the open door, hands balled into fists and he could see that Rafe was arguing with himself.
“So, this yours, hm?” Barry held up the panties, a string wrapped around his forefinger.
Rafe’s face twitched and his eyes seemed to be drawn to the piece of underwear. He was probably wondering how the shiny fabric would feel against his bare skin.
“No?” Barry tilted his head to the side. “Says ‘Rafe Cameron’ on the package, but not ‘Tannyhill’. Why’s that?”
“The fuck would I know?” Rafe frowned and now glared at Barry.
Barry chuckled. He knew why. He was pretty sure Rafe couldn’t have them delivered home where anyone could open the parcel. And then Daddy Cameron would know. He wondered if Daddy Cameron would see the amazon prime order on the credit card bill and know anyway. But maybe not. That boy probably ordered tons of shit like sports equipment, protein drinks, expensive toys, porn; hard to keep track.
“Obviously wrong delivery. Send it pack. Put it in the trash. I don’t give a fuck.” Rafe shrugged and shook his head – and tried not to look at the panties.
“Nah.” Barry held the panties with both his hands now, like he was inspecting them. “Kinda looks pricey, not like trash. And the color matches your eye color, country club.”
It didn’t, but seeing Rafe get all flustered at that comment, made Barry grin, his gold tooth showing.
Rafe noticed and frowned and after some hesitation, he lunged forward to try and snatch the underwear. And this time that little stunt turned into a brief fight, both tearing at the piece of clothing, and ending with Barry having Rafe in a headlock.
“Stop that shit!” Barry growled, his expression wild, his arm pressing harder against Rafe’s throat. Rafe’s hands clawing into the muscles, his face red, lips agape, he gasped for the little air that he was offered. Though his struggles were futile, Rafe wouldn’t relax.
“Fucking stop that!”
A grunt and Rafe’s resistance weakened, probably because his struggles were focused on getting air now. Being taller, Rafe was bent backwards awkwardly, his weight leaning against Barry, who stood firmly and in control.
With his free hand, Barry held the satin panties in front of Rafe’s face, who looked up from the arm that was pressing against his neck.
“Pretty, right? Made for a princess.” Barry rubbed the underwear over Rafe’s heated face. He felt the boy tense, then shiver.
“You gonna wear them princess panties. And nothing else.” Barry’s voice had that raspy tone that got smoother at the end.
He pushed the piece of clothing into Rafe’s gaping mouth and loosened his grip, letting Rafe go. The boy almost tumbled to the floor, but caught himself, coughing for air as he spat out the underwear. Rubbing his throat, he bent down to pick it up from the floor, shooting Barry a look that was almost shy.
“Put them on.” A firm command that didn’t allow any objection or hesitation.
With a hanging head, but cheeks burning with excitement, Rafe walked into the bedroom, while Barry sat down on the couch and waited.
When the boy returned, Barry’s look of appraisal held not even a hint of mockery.
“Fuck.” He licked his lips and took in Rafe’s full frame.
The lanky boy slowly walked closer, his shoulders hanging, he barely looked at the other male, bangs covering his blue eyes, so there was no telling if they really matched the color of the panties. One hand wrapped around his own wrist, Rafe didn’t know where to put his long arms, as his long legs moved, until they stopped. He stood about two feet away from Barry in all his glorious broken beauty. It was as if Rafe didn’t know where to put his too big body. Every part of him was well-defined, and yet nothing seemed to fit – until the one looking at him, made it fit.
The hip bones protruding, the v-lines showing, tan lines on the slim waist and the defined thighs, the shiny blue fabric looked nicely on Rafe’s skin tone. The fabric stretching over his bulge. The strings almost cutting into his flesh.
Not lifting his gaze, Barry put up a finger, made a circling movement in the air, and Rafe followed that command and turned around.
Barry’s eyes grew wider as he looked at, no, savored the sight of Rafe’s backside. The back muscles tensed up, he noticed, when Barry audibly drew in air, sounding a lot like whistling. The panties hung low on Rafe’s narrow hips. The fabric seemed like it was floating in smooth, glossy waves over Rafe’s round ass cheeks, not nearly covering enough, and covering too much at the same time.
“Beautiful,” a whispered word.
Barry’s hand reached out, the fingertips tingling, the palm prickling, eager to touch. But the hand gripped the boy’s hip instead and pulled him close. Rafe let out a surprised gasp and fell right into Barry’s lap, clinging to Barry’s arms, shoulders, his neck. Almost shaken by the unexpected movement. But Barry held him safely in his arms and leaned back, Rafe sitting sideways on his thighs, knees drawn up, leaning against Barry’s chest, leaning into him.
Rough palms rubbed over soft skin, rubbed over smooth fabric, rubbed over Rafe’s butt.
“So beautiful,” Barry cooed, and caressed and petted and stroked the pretty boy in his arms. And instead of freezing, Rafe melted into the embrace, and held onto him, burying his face in the crook of Barry’s neck. And little whimpers escaped his mouth pressed against Barry’s shirt, and told Barry to keep going, as he patted his beautiful princess boy’s butt.
So Rafe spent the night at Barry’s wearing his princess panties. And he wore them the next day, underneath his preppy slacks sitting at the dinner table in Tannyhill. If it had been for Rafe, he’d probably never have taken them off. Though he always insisted he hated them, and yet he blushed crimson, every time Barry marveled at the look. And that blush on Rafe’s cheeks often turned into furious heat when he started a fight, only to find himself bent over some table or chair or on the floor on all fours soon enough.
It was Barry who made sure they were washed regularly.
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And Barry had the panties freshly washed and dried the other day, so that Rafe was wearing clean panties that night, when Barry found the boy sleeping in his bed.
Barry kicked off his shoes and pulled his sleeveless shirt over his head. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped, but Rafe didn’t stir. His hand hovered over the boy’s back, moved over the curve to his ass, and he gently caressed it. Barry noticed a brief stirring, a little change in breathing, that told him that Rafe might be waking up. But the boy didn’t show any other signs of being awake, neither turned, nor opened his eyes. Just his ass was pushing up against Barry’s palm. Just a bit, as if it was snuggling up against Barry’s hand. The fabric felt cool and slippery under the touch of his rough palm. The skin felt warm and smooth. The ass was almost hairless – Rafe shaved for “athletic reasons” since he was 15, and being a natural blond, the hair was silky and soft.
Barry pushed the panties aside, and his fingertips wandered over the exposed cheek, along the crack. He heard a little whimper and saw Rafe pressing his lips tightly together. The next sounds Barry heard were muffled and strained moans as his fingertip found the tender muscle, circling it gently.
He got up from the bed and he could see that Rafe froze, he could tell that the boy had a hard time keeping up his pretend sleep and not let impatience win. But he must have heard Barry unzip his baggy pants and pull them down, because his body seemed to relax again. Barry was naked, still standing and marveling at his sleeping princess boy when he took some lube from the nightstand and started stroking his own half-hard cock.
He lay down on the bed, on his left side, behind Rafe’s half-asleep body, resting his head on his left arm, using his right hand to pump his own cock until it was rock hard. Rafe didn’t stir and kept breathing calmly though he must have heard the wet slapping sounds. Rafe lay so still that for a moment, Barry wondered if the boy was really asleep. In this sleepy state, Rafe was much more relaxed, easier to handle. And – Barry found out when pushing the panties aside again – his tight little hole granted access much easier in this state. Barry rubbed around the entrance in small circles, before a well-lubed fingertip dipped in. Utter softness and hot tightness welcomed his digit. He pushed a little deeper, added a second finger, stretching the tight ring that firmly clasped at the intruders. A little smacking sound was heard when Barry pulled out his fingers. And a little whine came from Rafe’s now parting lips.
Barrys lips found the boy’s shoulder. And for once Rafe’s muscles did not tense up under such a gentle touch.
A little suppressed moan left Rafe’s mouth when the thick tip of Barry’s cock stretched the tight ring, and then the head was sucked in. A groan came from Barry’s own throat, followed by a tense growl as he slowly pushed in, very slowly. One hand on Rafe’s hip, his other arm had moved under Rafe’s body. His cock was not yet fully inside, when Barry rolled on his back in a smooth but quick movement. Rafe gasped but remained relaxed as he was now lying on his back on Barry’s chest, ass half filled with dick.
The blanket pushed out of the way, Barry gripped Rafe under the knees, pulled them up to his chest, spread him wide for him. He put his own feet on the mattress, knees bent, making it possible for him to move his hips and thrust into Rafe’s ass. The back of the taller boy’s head lay on the mattress beside Barry’s head. His stubble scratching the tender skin on Rafe’s neck. And Barry fucked sleepy Rafe from below, slowly, gently, steadily, deeply. Sleepy Rafe’s breathing hitched whenever Barry’s cock hit that sweet spot, so tantalizingly slowly. Sleepy Rafe’s hands gripped the sheets, gripped Barry’s head, gripped his thighs, fingers digging into flesh, as if silently urging to go harder and quicker.
Barry groaned and paused, his cock deep inside Rafe’s silky tight hole. He felt him convulsing around him and quickly pulled out. Only the tip touching the now gaping entrance. The boy whimpered, wriggled and writhed, so Barry, put an arm around him to keep him on top of him. Rafe’s feet curled and he tried to arch his back, shoving his ass towards the cock that had left him too soon. And Barry held him tighter preventing him from rolling or falling off of him, as the boy started squirming in his impatience.
Barry teased him, his hand palming Rafe’s hard twitching cock, covered in the satin panties. The boy whimpered. And Barry was this close to tell him to beg for it – but since Rafe was still playing the sleeping beauty, he only chuckled and stroked him gently.
“So needy,” Barry cooed, and a little frustrated groan was the answer, but that sound was turned into a loud moan when Barry’s thick cock thrust deep into Rafe’s tight ass. Hips rocking quickly, he fucked him hard from below. It didn’t need much, and the boy came in his panties, the tight walls convulsing, making Barry groan, tense up, and ride that beautiful very vocal orgasm the boy was experiencing. Barry enjoyed feeling every part of it: the building up, the unbearable tension – expressed by the whining growing more desperate – the tensing up, and the brief but perfect moment of pure bliss, when Rafe finally let go and completely loosened up. Barry took that moment to thrust his thick cock deeper and more ruthlessly into the boy’s entrance, taking all of him. And while Rafe was still shaking from his climax and trying to regain his breath, Barry kept fucking him in a relentless rhythm, now using that pretty hole for his own needs, until he came, buried balls deep in his messy whining princess’s ass. Barry groaned and several ropes of hot cum filled his babyboy. And Barry knew that Rafe would sleep in these soiled panties and walk around them proudly the next day.
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a/n: first fic in almost a year. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Comments, reblogs, likes, and asks are very much appreciated.
barry replying to rafes gf:
⊹ ࣪ rarry aes ⌯⁍ ˖
😋
rafe is SO much better than me bc i woulda taken a chunk outta his neck right here
