Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.
Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
It was of little surprise to Ringo that he was abandoned by John almost immediately upon entering the club. He wished he'd insisted that his friend stay but perhaps it'd be easier this way, maybe he could confront whatever feelings threatened to arise more discreetly now that he was on his own. He found solace in the bar, ordering two drinks for himself and slumping over as he looked out among the crowd of decorated dancers and sleazy patrons. Ringo started to regret coming at all, but he knew he had to do this.
"One of those for me?" A voice almost made Ringo jump, the low tones unmistakable.
George stood behind him with a satisfied smile, his eyes shimmering with a confident light; Ringo wasn't surprised considering just how good he looked. It was one thing to see George like this on his tiny phone screen and a complete other to witness him standing before him. The sheer bodysuit caught the low lights of the club beautifully, drawing the eye to wander over the lines of George's toned body. His chest was bare underneath the material, his nipples hard with the coldness of the room. Ringo caught himself staring, his eyes wandering to what appeared to be a purple, lace thong which just about preserved George's modesty.
"I'm gonna take that," George paused and recreated Ringo's dumbfounded, hungry stare before snatching one of the drinks "as a yes."
"Sorry, sorry." Ringo tried to phsyically shake himself out of it, but he couldn't help his eyes trailing "You just look..."
"Painfully fuckable?" George offered in the absence of Ringo's words "Like a father's worst nightmare? Any of these helping you out at all?"
Ringo laughed nervously, drowning his anxiety with his bitter drink "You look gorgeous, but you don't need me to tell you that."
"Well it doesn't hurt to hear it." George smirked, his eyes dark and unreadable "You excited for my show? I'm praying these boots don't give out on me."
Ringo had hardly even noticed the footwear from where he was sitting, his eyes had been preoccupied with other areas, but now he straightened up in his seat he realised how much taller George was. The boots were platforms, leather to match the skirt, reaching all the way up to the middle of George's slim thighs.
"Jesus, those are insane. How are you even walking around?" Ringo guffawed, absentmindedly running his tongue across his lips.
"Painfully, that's how." George winced, leaning on the stool behind him for support "I wouldn't absolutely hate it if you offered to walk me backstage... Just putting that out there."
Ringo chuckled "Away we go." He downed the rest of his drink and slid out of the stool onto the floor, only now did he compute the new height difference between the two of them.
George similarly finished his drink, his face twitching in disgust. Ringo offered his arm which George took gladly, the two of them began shuffling towards the backstage door. Ringo felt absolutely tiny walking beside George, but he couldn't deny that he rather enjoyed it.
"If you can hardly walk, how are you gonna dance in these things?" Ringo asked with concern, partially masking it as a joke.
"Don't worry about me, darling." George winked playfully "I'll be just fine. Just make you're sat somewhere I can see you, alright?"
"Alright." Ringo replied, his face heating up in response to the unexpected pet name "I'll see you out there."
"You sure will." George planted a quick kiss on Ringo's cheek before scooting through the door, his boots clacking against the floor.
Ringo stood aimlessly for a few moments, before desperately darting for another drink (or two) from the bar before the show started. The lights began to dim and Ringo found a seat secluded enough from the other customers as the familiar announcement played over the speakers. On the stage was nothing but the central pole, a sudden wave of anticipation rushed through Ringo as he settled into his seat. Then the music began to play, it was Goodbye Horses by Q Lazzarus; following shortly behind was a confident George strutting onto the stage.
Under the stage lights he looked absolutely irresistible, Ringo savoured this moment of being able to gawp openly without George knowing. The several inches added onto his height only furthered his intimidating appearance, his dark makeup accentuated everything perfectly. His slender fingers gripped around the pole as he began to spin, the sharp points of the heels drew Ringo's attention immediately as images began to flood his mind. He pictured running his tongue alongside the leather heel, taking it entirely into his mouth as he locked eyes with George. The fantasy was abruptly cut short as Ringo's mind was drawn to the water suddenly cascading down from above the stage. Shit, was all he managed to think.
He'd only seen this once before, a group of dancers had performed a part-erotic part-comedic rendition of It's Raining Men around a week ago. Ringo supposed it was only inevitable it would appear in one of George's routines, but he cursed himself for not anticipating it sooner. The water fell slowly, cascading down George's hair and onto his shimmering body. Soon he was upside down, his ankles wrapped around the pole so delicately, arching his back towards the stream.
Ringo shuffled uncomfortably in his chair, his jeans suddenly feeling painfully restrictive. He took a quick glance around at the other customers who seemed just as transfixed as he was, all eyes were hungrily raking over George's wet body. A thought pricked up within Ringo's mind: if nobody was looking at him, surely he could... No, no, that'd be ridiculous and not to mention potentially illegal, Ringo told himself. But with George looking so irresistible, his body beginning to drip, it was almost impossible for Ringo to not relieve himself in some way. He took another look around as he cautiously slid his hand underneath the fabric of his boxers, trying to cover his illicit activity with his coat. He silenced a hiss as the coldness of his rings pressed against the heat of his erection, then began to slowly jerk himself off as he locked eyes with George.
George continued as though he hadn't noticed a thing, dipping down on the pole with his knees open wide to display his tiny thong. Just as suddenly as it had began, the water stopped. Ringo paused his movements, afraid that any motion would give him away. Next a chair was placed on the stage, the image alone was enough to alert the jealous parts of Ringo's mind, but his arousal was far too strong to be overcome by anything that threatened to derail it. Ringo began quickening his pace as George sauntered over to a bulky man who was clearly more than a few beers in. The man lit up at George's non-verbal invitiation and allowed himself to be led to the chair, grinning back at his friends who cheered in support.
George circled around the seated man, his arse cheeks more than peeking from underneath the leather skirt. He began by straddling him, throwing his legs around with such expertise that Ringo began to question why he'd been so reluctant to come back here. That was until the man overstepped a boundary, bringing his hand down hard onto George's backside with a cheeky grin. Ringo paused completely, desperate to see how George would respond. He knew what he'd want to do, if he could have his way he'd be kicking this fucker off the stage and gifting him a black eye or two, but there was no other option than to play along. George feigned a giggle and passed a sideways glance to the edge of the stage, and a few seconds latter a pair of handcuffs were being hurried over to George.
The crowd grew even more excited, the man's friends beginning to chant his name obnoxiously as George made work of the metal cuffs. The man looked almost as desperate as Ringo, who was cautiously continuing his strokes. George returned to his earlier position and sank down to the floor so that he was on his knees, being sure to grind his hips down the man's legs as he descended. Then he began making his way up with his tongue, Ringo groaned at the sight of the man struggling against his cuffs in a desperate attempt for any sort of contact. George brought himself back up to his feet and sat comfortably in the man's lap, careful not to brush anything together, as he began nibbling on the man's ears. His eyes scanned the crowd and fixed directly onto Ringo's, he ran his tongue over his teeth as he began grinding his hips down onto the man's visible erection.
Ringo struggled to keep his head up, his pace growing sloppy as he used his other hand to finish off his second drink. George's hair was still dripping somewhat, his body sparkling and his makeup only a little runny; it was almost too much. Just as the man began to thrust upwards to meet George's clothed erection, his lap was suddenly empty and George was behind the chair unlocking the handcuffs. The man looked absolutely dazed, not appearing to be entirely aware of the situation as one of his friends appeared at the edge of the stage to help him back to his seat. Ringo couldn't help chuckling at the sight.
George began circling the pole once more, but this time his eyes were unmistakably seeking out Ringo in the crowd. For a moment Ringo considered pulling his hand away altogether, afraid he'd taken it a step too far, but the dark look of lust in George's eyes was enough to convince him to continue. Ringo was getting close, the realisation sobered him up somewhat as he began to consider the logistics of this situation. He couldn't exactly finish here, but it felt too good to just stop all of a sudden. Instead he tried to calm himself down somewhat, slowing his pace as he focused on the sight of George's supple body twisting in the air. It felt as though everyone else in the room vanished, and it was just the two of them alone. Ringo felt fit to burst, his mind ravenous as he desperately urged to run his hands over George's skin.
The time flew, Ringo wasn't entirely sure how long it had been exactly but George was getting down off the pole as the lights dimmed once again. Hastily Ringo pulled his hands out of his boxers as the crowd began to come back to life, afraid that someone might see. With shaky legs Ringo hastened to the bar, ordering himself another double as he tried to calm himself. He downed it without a flinch and ordered a second immediately, trying to consciously slow his breath. His mind was absolutely swimming in a mixture of arousal, envy and general confusion. He only snapped out of it when a hand wrapped around the back of neck rather possessively.
"Bathroom, now." The stern voice demanded, whispering close into Ringo's ear before sinking their teeth into the lobe.
Ringo span himself around willingly, allowing George to grip him by the arm and drag him towards the toilets. It was about time he had his turn.
Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.
Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
The drive back to George's was completely silent, Ringo felt almost suffocated by the tension in the car. The streets were filled with people stumbling home from whatever dingy club they'd filtered out from, Ringo watched them to pass the time as he waited for the journey to end. Ringo started rocking slightly in his seat to distract from his intensifying need for a piss.
Ringo danced around on his feet while George fiddled around with the keys to the front door, it was though he was purposefully taking longer just to make Ringo suffer. As soon as the door was open Ringo burst inside and headed straight to the bathroom but met some resistance, his intoxicated mind struggled for a few moments to register why he was no longer moving before he saw George had gripped his wrist, not too tightly but enough to stop him from stumbling further. George pulled Ringo in closer, pressing their chests together then began kissing down the exposed skin of Ringo's neck.
"George..." Ringo warned, pushing away gently at first.
George paid no attention, his teeth teasing the soft skin while his hand played with the strands of Ringo's hair.
"George." Ringo spoke more firmly "I'm fucking bursting, just give me a minute, alright?"
Ringo pushed away harder this time, yet George kept him within his grip with a dark expression on his face. It made no sense to Ringo, who managed to shake George off but remained rooted to the ground as he tried to figure out whatever thoughts were racing through George's mind.
"What's going on?" Ringo asked, managing to ignore the desperate feeling for a few moments.
George took a small step closer "I wanna try something." His tone was vague, unreadable.
"Well... Can it wait?" Ringo chuckled, suddenly feeling nervous.
Another step "No. That's the point." Ringo had never heard his voice so deep before.
Ringo's eyebrows knitted together in confusion "I don't get it."
One more step and their bodies were pressed together once more, George's hand ran down the fabric of Ringo's shirt and settled on his stomach near the bladder. For a moment or two George pressed into the flesh, intensifying Ringo's desperation in a flash of pressure. Ringo jumped backwards, it felt like a large distance but in reality it was only a step or two, completely alarmed by the feeling.
"What-What are you doing?" Ringo was flustered, his eyes darting around the space not knowing where to focus.
"Shh." George spoke softly, but there was still an edge to his voice "Relax, relax. Trust me, will you?"
"Trust you with what?" Ringo had quietened down a little, but he still felt nervous.
George pressed down on Ringo's bladder once more, softer than the last time "Doesn't that feel good?"
Ringo grunted in discomfort "Feels like I'm gonna piss myself."
George hummed pleasantly "Just lean into the pleasure, okay? Don't worry about anything else."
Ringo tried to focus his hazy mind, but it was difficult with the pressure already so built in his lower abdomen. George was drawing soothing circles on Ringo's lower back as he led them both gently over to the bedroom. Ringo tried to calm his nerves, his body becoming overwhelmed with sensations as he felt himself getting hard.
"George, I don't know-" Ringo breathed, being silenced when George pressed down on his bladder once more, surprising himself by letting out a low moan.
"See, feels good doesn't it?" George was already hard, Ringo could feel it pressing against his hip "Tell me it feels good."
Ringo groaned, it was a confusing rush of pleasure but one he certainly wasn't accustomed to. But seeing how excited George was becoming spurred Ringo to commit further, there was nothing to worry about if he was being so encouraging. It at least gave Ringo some peace of mind to realise why George had been acting so strangely before.
"Feels-Feels good, George." Ringo panted, allowing George to pull his shirt over his head.
"How much more do you think you can take?" George asked, nibbling on the lobe of Ringo's ear.
"Huh?" Ringo asked ineloquently, finding it hard to concentrate in the slightest.
"Could you drink more? I bet you could." George was evidently very aroused, even if the words themselves weren't particularly titillating.
"Er... Maybe? I don't know..." Ringo felt rather lost, his body seemed to be screaming at him to relieve himself "I'm pretty full, as it were."
The answer seemed to please George all the same as he began stripping Ringo of the remainder of his clothes until he was lying naked with his back pressed against the soft sheets of the bed. George crawled on top of him, straddling his hips as he began pumping Ringo's half-hard and sensitive cock. Ringo hissed at the contact, stopping his body from writhing around as best as he could. The alcohol was fortunately dulling any potential embarrassment Ringo might have experienced in this moment, George's dark gaze simultaneously made him feel both comfortable and entirely vulnerable.
"Fuck, George, careful..." Ringo moaned as George began quickening his pace "I don't wanna ruin your lovely sheets."
George chuckled softly "I'll wash them, don't worry about it." He flicked his tongue over the slit of Ringo's cock.
Ringo was struggling to decipher whether George was joking or not, but all he knew for certain was that he wouldn't be able to take much more before he burst.
"I can't-" Ringo began but was halted when George took Ringo wholly into his mouth, his hips bucking upward instinctively and forcing George to gag around him "Shit. I can't take much more, George..."
George continued licking and sucking down Ringo's length for a few moments more before pulling his mouth off entirely "Let go then." His voice gruff and demanding.
"What?" Ringo was certainly he hadn't heard correctly, he had to grip onto the sheets just to ground himself but it was only somewhat effective.
"Let go." George repeated, firmer this time, sucking Ringo's balls into his mouth.
"George, I'm not gonna fucking piss on you." Ringo stuttered, he was near his breaking point.
"What if I told you I wanted you to?" George smirked, his hand gently rubbing over Ringo's bladder.
"But it's-it's unsanitary and shit." Ringo was clenching his jaw, unable to keep his head up to look at the enamoured expression on George's face.
"Do it, Ringo." George commanded, pressing down hard on Ringo's bladder which brought forth a shriek from the shorter man.
"Fuck!" Ringo cried out, managing to hold back what was so desperate to leave his body "George, I-I-"
"Stop holding back." George bit down on the skin of Ringo's thigh, sinking his teeth in deep "Give it to me."
George pressed down once more, painfully hard but the pain soon melted away into pleasure as Ringo was finally relieved of the pressure. It was strange, incredibly strange, feeling piss streaming down onto the bedsheets, streaks wetting George's hair and face. George was moaning ecstatically, gripping his own erection and jerking himself off almost violently. Ringo feared it was never going to end, he'd been holding it in for so long, but eventually he faltered and the wetness of the bed became apparent to him very quickly. Before Ringo could even recover, George's mouth was already on him again, hungrily sucking the wet cock.
"Jesus Christ..." Ringo didn't have enough strength in him to shout, all the energy wiped out of his body "You're not seriously..." The words trailed away, Ringo hadn't even been sure of what he was about to say.
"What?" George asked innocently, licking up the length of Ringo while looking him directly in the eye.
"You're filthy." Ringo huffed out, a faint chuckle hidden in the words, barely able to keep his head up.
"I'm not the one covered in my own piss." George teased, shifting on the bed so that his own cock was pressed up against Ringo's.
George gripped around both of their erections with his slender fingers, rocking his hips slightly as moans began pouring from his lips. Ringo dug his fingers into George's slender hip, his vision blurring as he felt his orgasm approaching. The smell in the room was pure filth: sweat, spit and piss all mixing together in a strangely intoxicating aroma.
"Fuck, me too." George whined, his wrist and hip movements both becoming sloppy as he chased his orgasm.
Their breaths quickened, hard cocks rubbing against one another at a quickened pace, lubricated with spit and piss. It was entirely debauched, Ringo could hardly believe any of this had truly happened, but he didn't care, it felt too good to care.
"You wanna cum?" Ringo asked, wrapping his own hand on top of George's "You wanna cum for me, baby?"
George nodded, biting his lip desperately, unable to speak coherently.
"Fuck you're such a little slut, aren't you?" Ringo was surprising even himself with the harsh tone of his voice "Your face is covered in my piss, and you love it."
"I do, I do. I fucking love it." George growled, his breaths coming out quick and sharp "Let me cum, Ringo, please..."
"Mmm, wanna see you cum all over yourself. Make yourself dirty, George. Cum for me. Now."
George let out a strained whine as he finished, cum spurting onto his stomach and over his own and Ringo's cock. Ringo gripped their erections tighter together, roughly jerking them both until he reached his own orgasm. George was painfully sensitive, his hips bucking and unintelligible rambles spilling from his mouth. Ringo shouted out in pleasure, feeling entirely lightheaded as all his energy was depleted.
It took longer than usual for the two of them to recover, and as they began sobering from their lewd acts Ringo became uncomfortably aware of the wetness of the bed. George didn't seem to care, cuddling up to Ringo's chest as he tried to catch his breath. Silence filled the room for a while, neither of them feeling like there was anything that needed to be said. Eventually though, Ringo couldn't stand the smell, and he peeled himself off of the bed and made his way over to the shower. Before he made it to the door, George called out.
"Thank you." He said rather plainly, his eyes still shut.
Summary: The boys get high and get a little carried away.
Tags: Smut, Foursome
Pairing: George/Ringo/Paul/John
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
Ringo wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been staring at George for, but it must've been long enough that it was starting to get a little strange.
"What?" George asked rather bluntly, slight panic behind his eyes.
Ringo managed to shake himself out of whatever daze he was falling into, forcing a smile to his friend and straightening his posture somewhat.
"Sorry..." Ringo chuckled "Just spacing out a bit, this is strong stuff."
John laughed from the other side of the room, Ringo turned his head far too quickly and his vision blurred a little. It felt like he'd jumped forward in time, hardly being able to remember anything that had happened leading up to where he was now. There were still several lines cut out on the table, a crumpled up bank note beside them ready for whoever needed it, a solid reminder of exactly why he felt like this.
"Not gonna pass out on us, are you Rings?" John asked with a grin, he was sitting on the arm of the sofa besides Paul despite the fact that many seats were free.
"Fucking hope not." Ringo fished around in his pockets for a cigarette, something to perk him up a little but he couldn't find any.
"Here." Paul said without much hesitation, chucking a dwindling packet into Ringo's lap.
Ringo smiled in thanks, finding it difficult to still his hand completely to take out a cigarette but managing all the same. Rooting around for a lighter, Ringo was unsuccessful in his search yet again and looked around at the others for some assistance. It was difficult to tell exactly how intoxicated everyone was, especially when Ringo was far from sober, but the vacant look in each of their eye's was enough to go off. Paul and John didn't even seem to notice Ringo's gaze on them, both staring off into space with Paul's head gently leaning against John's arm. Ringo turned his eyes to George who took a few seconds to register why Ringo hadn't lit the cigarette hanging off his lips, so he got up and inched a few steps closer with his lighter in hand. At first Ringo wasn't entirely sure why George didn't just pass it to him, but he was mostly glad because he wasn't sure his fingers would be capable of such a complex task, nor did he suspect any of their brain's were functioning properly at this moment.
"Thanks." Ringo mumbled, still gripping the cigarette between his lips as George bent down slightly to light it.
George's pupils were immensely dilated, as though his eyes hadn't been dark enough already, they took on an entirely new appearance now. It took a few moments to get the lighter to work, evidently George wasn't as capable as he'd expected himself to be. Ringo looked up at him with a sympathetic look but found himself a little startled when he managed to focus on his face; his eyebrows knitted together in concentration and a sharp canine slightly biting into his lip as he repeatedly tried to get the lighter to work. The moment only lasted for a few seconds, Ringo wasn't entirely sure why he was looking at George so differently now but luckily the cigarette was lit and George moved away before he could think too much of it. Maybe he had taken a little too much, that would explain why his heart had suddenly started maniacally beating in his chest, surely.
"Round two?" John asked with a clap of his hands, startling Paul somewhat who lifted his head off of John immediately.
"We're way past round two, John." George laughed, Ringo swore his voice sounded deeper.
John was already kneeling beside the table again, his eyes twitching somewhat "Whatever, whatever..." Was all he muttered before snorting up another line eagerly, a smile spreading across his face immediately afterwards "Anyone else?"
Ringo looked at the other two somewhat warily, he felt pretty good already and it was getting into dangerous territory now, but he couldn't deny he wanted just that little bit more. Paul scooted down beside John and repeated the action, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out an exhale. John had to help him stand back up, although Ringo wasn't sure that was entirely the truth because even after sitting back down Paul still had his fingers wrapped around John's bicep. George raised an eyebrow at Ringo, nodding his head to ask whether he wanted to go first.
"I dunno..." Ringo sighed "Might be taking it a little too far."
John scoffed "Oh come off it. You're fine."
George didn't say a word, just shifted past Ringo and knelt down beside the table. As he moved he brushed against Ringo ever so slightly, and he almost flinched in response. He must've just been getting a little jumpy, that was all...
"Don't bully him." Paul practically mumbled, his eyes still shut.
"Bully? Why I never." John's voice shifted, far lower than it had been previously as he looked down at Paul with a devilish grin.
George threw himself onto the sofa beside Ringo, letting his head fall backwards as his tongue ran slowly over his front teeth. Ringo let out a small noise, he wasn't entirely sure where it had come from but he was just glad nobody seemed to take notice. He found himself staring at George again, his eyes shut in bliss as his tongue continued to move out across his top lip. He'd never seen George look like this before, had he? He looked good, dark hair and sharp features. George began opening his eyes slowly and Ringo immediately pulled his eyes away, moving himself quickly in front of the table to do another line. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he had to quieten whatever this voice in the back of his mind was trying to tell him. His nose had practically become numb, he could hardly even feel the powder shooting up his nose. Standing up a little too quickly, he almost lost his balance and felt himself falling backwards slightly but George's hand moved up to steady him.
"You alright?" George asked, his fingers gripping around Ringo's wrist with his other palm flat against his back.
Ringo let out a weak laugh "Yeah, yeah..." He steadied his footing and managed to regain somewhat steady vision but almost stumbled again when he saw what was happening in front of him.
John had pushed Paul further onto the sofa, pressing his body flat against him, capturing his mouth loosely in a heated kiss. Part of Ringo wasn't even surprised, he'd had suspicions for a long time that something had been going on between the two of them but he'd never actually seen anything. It was a beautiful sight, Ringo couldn't deny, with John's hand loosely wrapped around Paul's neck as he submitted completely.
"What the fuck." George breathed out, his fingers still tightly grasping Ringo's wrist.
Paul's eyes opened for a moment, seeing his two bandmates staring in complete shock made him chuckle. John didn't lose focus for a second, wedging his leg between Paul's own and deepening the kiss. Paul let out a soft moan in response and Ringo felt his legs giving way, he fell back onto the sofa unable to take his eyes away. George was still holding onto Ringo, his slim fingers pressed against the bare skin.
"Er- Guys?" Ringo spoke a little louder, as though volume had been the problem and it seemed to shake George a little as he suddenly let go and shifted a little further away.
John let out a huff, finally turning his head to face them "Can't you see that I'm busy?"
"Do you have to do that now?" George sounded agitated, he'd folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to look intimidating but his words were slurred.
Paul let out a needy whine, Ringo's mouth dropped open slightly upon hearing it, he still hadn't been able to drag his eyes away. John looked back at the desperate man below him and grinned, Ringo had expected him to just carry on even more intensely than before but instead he stood up and started making his way over to the two of them, he had a dark look in his eyes. George looked a little frightened as John inched closer towards him, Ringo hadn't even noticed that Paul had started moving too.
"Give us a drag." Paul almost whispered, gesturing to the cigarette Ringo had completely forgotten he was even holding.
Ringo took a moment before he even registered what was happening, opened his mouth to utter a reply but Paul was already sliding into his lap like they'd done this a thousand times before. He took the cigarette from Ringo's fingers and inhaled deeply, his lips looking irresistibly soft and inviting. Ringo knew none of them were acting entirely rationally, the drugs had gone to all of their heads but that didn't make the feeling any less real. Paul was practically straddling Ringo, blowing the smoke out directly into Ringo's face and smiling down at him. His mind was barely capable of thinking, his body was making all the decisions for him as his hand moved up to rub gently against Paul's slim hips which seemed like the right thing to do because Paul leaned in closer and pressed a gentle kiss against Ringo's jaw.
"Fuck..." George breathed out, Ringo assumed he was reacting to the sight of him and Paul but he was completely mistaken.
John was on his knees in front of George, pressing kisses and nibbling lightly up his slim thighs drawing closer and closer to his cock. Ringo wasn't entirely sure exactly when George had discarded his trousers and boxers, but the sight was more than enough to stir something inside him. For a brief moment, George and Ringo's eyes met and they shared a look of both confusion and sheer ecstasy as they both allowed themselves to be pleasured by their equally intoxicated bandmates. Ringo's attention was quickly pulled away when Paul began kissing his lips, moving far beyond the previous gentle ones and becoming far more animalistic and desperate with his tongue pushing past Ringo's compliant lips. Had he been sober, Ringo probably would've been freaking out by this point, but his mind was in a dense haze of pleasure and all he could do was enjoy the feeling. Ringo found his hands were roaming, one gripping the flesh of Paul's arse and the other wrapping around the back of his neck. Paul let out quiet moans as they explored one another, neither holding back.
They weren't the only two enjoying themselves, John had started to swallow down George's erection with ease. Wanton moans and sighs of desperation poured out of George's mouth, they sounded absolutely godly and Ringo found himself getting more and more aggressive as he kissed Paul, biting at his lips and digging his fingers into his soft skin. Ringo wasn't sure how long this had been going on for, but eventually Paul pulled away with a very satisfied smile and settled down beside John who's eyes were beginning to water. Neither of them communicated, as though they knew exactly what the other was planning on doing, as John pulled his mouth off of George for a moment and began focusing on his balls whilst Paul shifted on his knees to begin taking the head of George's cock in his mouth.
"Jesus." George almost yelled at the overstimulation, his eyes shooting open as he directed his gaze over to Ringo, who was feeling a little left out "Come here."
George pulled Ringo towards him without further hesitation, his fingers sinking into his hair as their lips crashed together somewhat messily. It was different to kissing Paul, Ringo couldn't deny that something about George was far more appealing as he deepened the kiss without a second thought. As much as Ringo would've happily enjoyed the view of Paul and John practically fighting to get their mouths around George, being able to get his hands and mouth on him himself was more than enough. George couldn't stop himself from moaning into Ringo's open mouth, the sounds were pure filth as he began clawing at Ringo's back in an attempt to ground himself somewhat. Ringo felt like he was ready to pass out, everything was just intensified and bordering on overwhelming but he managed to keep his focus by honing on on the way George felt, the way he smelt and those delicious noises pouring out of his mouth.
"Can I snort a line off your cock?" John asked, breaking the cacophony of curses and moans as all of them let out an abrupt laugh.
George pulled away from Ringo for a moment with a grin "Don't be fucking absurd, John."
"Suit yourself." John scoffed, his lips plump and wet, turning his attention away from the three of them and back to the table.
"Maybe we ought to slow down." Ringo suggested, his fingers still buried deep in George's hair.
John just smiled "What're you so afraid of, Rings?"
Paul wasn't paying any attention to the conversation, still masterfully working his mouth up and down George's length and continuing to draw out those sultry noises that Ringo was enjoying so much. Was he afraid? Afraid probably wasn't the right word, cautious would've been more fitting; there was a possibility that they could take this too far. It was difficult to be level-headed at this point in time though, with George looking up at Ringo with those half-lidded eyes and lips just waiting to be claimed. It was even more difficult when John was closing the space between them, lowering Ringo onto his back and biting at his earlobe. Ringo allowed himself to be moved like this, welcoming the weight of John on top of him as hastily his clothes were being thrown to the other side of the room.
"I wanna fuck you, Ringo. Would you like that?" John practically growled in his ear, licking the sharp line of his jaw to punctuate his words.
The words were impossible not to moan at, and Ringo couldn't deny that there was some aching tension growing in his body that was desperately in need of releasing. Had John done this before? It was probably best not to get caught up in the logic of the whole situation. Ringo hadn't even computed that he hadn't answered but when John thrust his own erection down onto Ringo's groin, he practically screamed out a response.
"Yes! Fuck, yes..." Ringo barely recognised his own voice, sounding so needy and desperate.
John let out a low chuckle and quickly set to work, discarding Ringo's boxers carelessly and lowering himself further down the sofa which was definitely overcrowded at this point. Ringo looked over to George who was coming completely undone, sweating slightly as his hair stuck to his forehead and his fingers gripping achingly at the sofa to contain himself. Paul was managing to take all of George in his mouth, gagging slightly when he got the base but never pulling off too quickly. When he finally did slide his mouth off, strands of saliva fell from his mouth down onto George's bare skin. The sight should've been repulsive, Ringo knew that, but everything about it was entirely alluring to him, particularly how Paul never stopped to clean himself up but eagerly wrapped his lips around George once more.
"Paul, shit..." George panted "Stop, stop, I'm gonna cum."
Paul practically purred at the thought, for a moment it appeared that he wasn't going to stop at all but eventually he pulled off with a filthy sound. George looked ready to burst, his eyebrows knitted together tightly as he tried to catch his breath. Paul wiped his mouth carelessly on the back of his sleeve, his eyes still dark with lust.
"My turn." Paul smiled almost sweetly, undoing his belt and letting his trousers fall down to his ankles.
Before Ringo could get too comfortable staring at his friends, he felt John's tongue making its way up the inside of his thigh. His whole body felt far too hot, but the last thing he was going to do was turn back now. He'd never experienced something like this before, he couldn't deny he was a little fearful about the whole arrangement but he felt safe being at the mercy of John. His tongue inched closer and closer until finally flicking across Ringo's hole, he let out a quiet gasp at the contact. It was completely alien, but he liked it.
On the other end of the sofa, Paul had pulled George's mouth onto his own aching erection, his delicate fingers tracing the sharp lines of George's jaw as he tentatively sucked him. The sight was excruciating, watching George's lips stretched around Paul like that, taking it as far as he could before he started to gag. It was beautiful, beyond arousing. As George grew considerably more comfortable, managing to take more of Paul's length each time, Paul began to shallowly thrust into George's mouth.
All the while John had been working Ringo open with his tongue, it was the dirtiest Ringo had ever felt but he loved it. John groaned eagerly as he pressed his tongue inside, his hand lazily keeping Ringo's erection, as though he were enjoying this more than receiving it.
Ringo wanted to throw his head back, to close his eyes and focus on the sheer pleasure spreading through his body, but he would never forgive himself if he missed the sight of Paul fucking George's mouth. Exactly how George wasn't breaking off in a coughing fit, Ringo didn't know, perhaps he'd underestimated the experience of his friends. Paul's moans were sweet, high-pitched and almost melodic as he continued to thrust in and out of George's willing mouth.
"You ready?" John asked, snapping Ringo's attention away so quickly his vision blurred a little "I'm gonna finger you now, just relax... Let me know if you want to stop."
Ringo just nodded, incapable of forming any coherent sentence in his mind let alone being able to speak it. He felt John's index finger circling his wet hole, tentatively pressing inside very slowly to allow Ringo to adjust to the peculiar finger. He let out a long exhale, consciously having to force himself to relax his muscles to allow John further entry.
"That's it." John spoke soothingly "Being so good for me, Ringo."
The words reassured Ringo somewhat, he tried to focus his attention on George over anything else. He couldn't deny that he wished George was the one touching him, pressing inside of him. Jesus, where was this all coming from? Paul had picked up a more brutal speed, holding the back of George's head as he snapped his hips forward.
"Fuuuuck, I'm getting close." Paul groaned "Wanna spill down that pretty throat of yours, George... But I don't wanna finish just yet."
George moaned around Paul's cock, his hands gripping desperately to his slim hips so tightly his nails had started to leave marks. After a few more thrusts, Paul pulled out entirely, the same strands of saliva connecting his arousal to George's puffed lips. Ringo groaned, both at the sight and at the feeling of John's fingers being thrust all the way inside of him. The noise seemed to attract the attention of the other two, who shakily made their way over to the other side of the sofa.
"Doesn't he look pretty, boys?" John asked as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.
He didn't get an immediate reaction, both of them taking the moment to perk themselves up with another line, but eventually they crowded around him hungrily.
"Fucking hell, Ringo." George panted, his hands immediately cupping his face.
Ringo felt completely exposed, Paul knelt down beside him and began wanking him slowly, careful not to overwhelm him. John gently pushed another finger inside, making sure to continue spitting on his hole to keep him lubed up, causing Ringo to throw his head back further into George's hands.
"Getting ready for my cock, eh?" John sped up once more, scissoring his fingers inside and pulling a long groan from Ringo.
George muffled the sound, pressing his lips once again against Ringo's, his tongue pushing forward without hesitation as he practically swallowed every noise Ringo made. Paul kept his slow rhythm, pulling John closer so they could share another heated kiss. Ringo's mind was blank, thinking nothing at all but only feeling, feeling the intense pleasure from so many areas of his body. John pressed in another finger, Ringo wasn't sure how he was even capable of taking so much at once.
"Doing so fucking good." John moaned, nibbling down Paul's neck "Can't wait to fuck this tight arse."
Ringo pulled away from George for a moment, staring into the darkness of his eyes "I want you..." He whispered, so gently he wasn't sure anyone had heard it.
"What?" George's eyes lit up slightly.
"I-Fuck... I want you to fuck me." Ringo stuttered, unable to stop the moans from tearing through his words.
George kissed him deeply once more, biting down on his lip passionately before pulling away completely. John looked a little confused as George tried to take his place, but didn't take too long to understand what was happening. Ringo whined at the sudden loss of fingers inside him, feeling terribly empty. Paul was back in John's lap, biting at his neck and thrusting down onto his thigh, moaning desperately.
"You sure about this?" George asked, the concern clear in his voice as he lined himself up.
Ringo went to nod, never being so sure of anything in his life before John brashly interrupted.
"No, no, no. That won't do." John waved his hand flippantly, the other gripping into Paul's arse "Give us a fucking show."
Ringo looked completely lost "How'd you mean?"
John chuckled, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world "Ride him. I wanna see you fuck yourself on his cock."
George looked over to Ringo for some confirmation, his eyes still wide in confusion and now shock. Ringo wouldn't even know where to start with such an idea, but now wasn't the time to start thinking. George licked his bottom lip, enough of a signal to Ringo that he wanted to follow John's demand. Ringo just nodded, not entirely sure exactly what he was agreeing to, then George lay down flat further up on the sofa and brought Ringo down onto his lap. John was watching over them hungrily, his mouth slightly open as he let out small moans as Paul continued to play with his cock, chasing his own pleasure by riding John's thigh.
Ringo looked at George for some reassurance as he picked himself up, lining his entrance up with George's cock. In response, George interlaced his fingers with Ringo's, it was a tender gesture, far more intimate than anything that had happened previously, and it made Ringo relax to an extent. Slowly he lowered himself down, gripping George's hand tighter than he wanted to but it helped relieve the pain somewhat. Luckily the pain was fleeting, as he found himself relaxing around every inch of George the pleasure only grew exponentially.
"Fucking hell." Ringo sighed, scrunching his eyes closed as he gradually managed to take every inch.
George let a long, drawn out moan, his hand gripping Ringo's thigh. Ringo managed to keep his eyes open, the pure bliss he saw on George's face was enough motivation to get him to start moving. It felt so different to John's fingers, far more thick and far more pleasurable. Ringo managed to keep himself steady as he rose himself up once more, feeling himself stretching around George's thickness, lowering himself back down again with a sharp exhale.
"Taking it so well, Ringo." John encouraged, his thumb being eagerly sucked on by Paul "You look gorgeous."
Ringo felt ready to pass out, but he focused his attention on creating a steady rhythm and before long he was riding George like he'd done it many times in the past. The sounds in the room were completely obscene, George a complete mess of sweat and moans as he watched Ringo in awe, Ringo was desperately trying to control his breathing but kept rambling out curses. Paul seemed to be getting impatient, the friction from John's thigh clearly wasn't enough to satisfy his itch which wasn't surprising considering John's attention seemed to be entirely on Ringo and George. After a few more needy whines from Paul he got up from John's lap entirely and made his way to the head of the sofa, running his hand over George's body as he moved, before pulling his head back so that his lips were aligned with his aching length.
"Not fair you get to have all the fun." Paul smirked, running his finger around George's lip loosely before slowly pressing himself inside.
George took it without question, stretching his neck back further to get a better angle as he moaned around Paul's cock. Ringo felt his rhythm stuttering at the sight, but he didn't have to worry for long because soon John was pressed up against his back planting kisses across his skin and muttering soothing words. The whole thing was completely debauched, each one of them desperate for more pleasure no matter where they got it from. Paul began repeating his earlier actions, fucking himself in and out of George's mouth but being considerably gentler this time, he looked ready to burst and doubtless didn't want it to be over so soon.
"Tell me how it feels." John whispered to Ringo, his teeth grazing across sensitive spots.
Ringo let out a deep groan "Feels fucking amazing..." Was all he could manage to conjure.
John chuckled "You want more?"
"More?" Ringo questioned, he wasn't sure if he was misunderstanding because he was too far gone or John was genuinely being confusing.
John pressed his finger around Ringo's stretched hole then brought it up to Ringo's mouth who eagerly began sucking on it "More."
Ringo was almost certain John had lost it, he'd gone completely off the deep end. There was no way he could fit anything else inside, was there? John seemed desperate to find out, as he removed his now wet finger from Ringo's mouth and cautiously pressed it past the stressed ring of muscle. Ringo was about to protest, to tell John to pull it out, but his mind was silenced by the pleasure. He cursed himself for never trying anything like this sooner, but he supposed he was more than making up for lost time. John sucked on Ringo's earlobe as he thrust the finger in and out, matching the sloppy motions of Ringo's hips.
"Think you could take another cock up there?" John sounded ecstatic, already pressing another finger inside "Really stretch you out."
"I-I dunno." Ringo hissed at the entry, it took every fibre in his body not to just lose it completely "I don't think I can..."
John shushed him, gently, and began sucking on his neck in an attempt to relax Ringo. George's moans were getting ridiculously loud, even muffled with Paul's cock in his throat, feeling John's fingers alongside himself inside Ringo. Suddenly John removed the fingers and forced them back into Ringo's mouth to wet them, he moaned around them desperately before soaking them in his saliva as best he could, and before long John was fitting three of his fingers alongside George's cock. If anyone even touched Ringo's erection at this point, he would've exploded, he'd never felt this good in his entire life.
"I think you're ready, baby." John moaned, removing his fingers carefully and teasing with the head of his cock "You ready for this?"
Ringo couldn't even think of a response, he just allowed himself to be lowered further down onto George's chest as he felt John ready to push inside him. Paul looked down at the two of them, his hips stuttering violently and making George gag.
"Fuck..." Paul was clearly getting close "You're not seriously doing that, are you?"
John just winked at him, holding onto Ringo's hip gently and pressing himself inside. Ringo saw stars, the humour of this was completely lost on him in the moment. How he wasn't being ripped in half right now was beyond him, he almost came at the feeling of himself being stretched so far. Somehow Paul seemed more affected than anyone, his eyes barely able to stay open as he picked up his speed fucking George's mouth.
"Gonna fucking cum, George." Paul warned, his hand cupping George's face almost romantically "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Paul's hips jerked a few more times, spilling himself entirely down George's throat who was somehow able to take it without falling into a coughing fit. He remained in that position for a few moments, catching his breath and most likely returning to full consciousness, before taking himself out of George's mouth and collapsing down onto the carpet beside the table. His dark hair was stuck to his face, yet he still managed to look beautiful. George looked ready to burst too, barely able to meet Ringo's gaze as he began thrusting upwards alongside John's slow pace. Ringo didn't even think, he lowered himself further to share a deep and messy kiss with George, he could still taste the remnants of cum in his mouth which only turned him on all the more.
"How the fuck are you managing this?" George asked when they finally broke apart, he was completely out of breath.
Ringo just laughed but it quickly melted into a moan was John spanked down hard on his cheek. Both George and John began to quicken their pace, Ringo could feel the pain returning slightly as the spit began to dry but he managed to ignore it. Paul watched hazily from the side, snorting up another line as he waited for the rest to finish, Ringo had never seen him look so satisfied. John spanked down hard once more, endless curses falling past his lips as he fucked Ringo ruthlessly.
"Not gonna lost much longer." George panted, wiping his hair away from his eyes "Fuck, you feel so good."
"I'm getting close too." John groaned "Cum with me, George. Let's fill Ringo up."
Ringo didn't protest, falling down flat onto George's chest as the two of them chased their orgasm mercilessly. The feeling was almost surreal, two of his closest friends fucking him at the same time, but he didn't want to think about it ending. Ringo wouldn't be surprised if bruises started forming in the morning from where George and John were gripping at his skin, their nails digging deep.
"Shit, shit." George moaned "I'm gonna fucking cum!"
John quickened his past as best he could, trying desperately to finish at the same time as George. George practically screamed out, biting down on Ringo's shoulder as he spilled himself deep inside. John wasn't far behind, the stuttering of George's hips being more than enough to push him over the edge as he similarly emptied himself. Ringo only wished someone had been touching him, so he could've passed that threshold with them, but it allowed him to feel their orgasms so much more completely. The three of them lay there for a few moments, panting desperately and covered in sweat. John was the first to pull out, being very careful not to hurt Ringo, collapsing down onto the end of the sofa with a heavy sigh. Ringo's legs were far too shaky to lift himself off, George had to manoeuvre his body to slide himself out gently.
"That was the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen." Paul stated, half a chuckle and half a moan.
Ringo rolled over onto his back, he could still feel how stretched he was as the cum began sliding out onto the sofa. He couldn't supress a groan at the feeling, his cock still aching for any kind of contact. It felt a little gross, he couldn't lie, but knowing that both John and George's cum was spilling out of his arse was still pretty arousing.
"Jesus..." John breathed, watching Ringo squirming in front of him "I can't believe you let us do that to you, Rings."
"Me neither." Ringo laughed, resting his head against the arm of the sofa "Now are you guys gonna let me finish or what?"
Paul hummed happily "What do you want?" He'd already positioned himself by Ringo's side, running his finger up and down his thigh.
Ringo wasn't even sure what he wanted in that moment, he just needed release "Suck me off." He hadn't meant to sound so demanding, but Paul didn't seem to mind at all.
The other two were still recovering, George had taken refuge in an armchair and John looked ready to pass out completely. Paul didn't waste any time, spitting down onto Ringo's cock and wrapping his soft lips around the head. Ringo wished he could've enjoyed it for longer, but he'd been so close to the edge for so long, it didn't take much for him to be filling Paul's mouth with this cum. Paul purred, a sound Ringo hoped he'd never forget, swallowing down every drop before removing his lips entirely with a very proud expression on his face. Ringo opened up his eyes, running his thumb across Paul's plump lips and smiling down at him.
"Strong stuff." Ringo repeated, his heart was racing.
Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.
Tags: Smut, Slow Burn
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
Ringo didn't know where to look first, his eyes entirely overwhelmed by the display of erotica laid out before him. George was tied to the bed, one hand remaining free for obvious reasons, completely naked except from some sheer stockings. That would've been enough to bring Ringo to his knees, but there was more. A small remote lay on George's toned stomach which Ringo quickly realised controlled the vibrator which was snugly buried inside George. Ringo had never seen such a debauched display, taking a few steps closer into the room he saw a ring of metal around George's already hard shaft. To top it all off, a red gagball was pressed between his lips, muffling any noise he tried to make. Exactly how he had been able to do all this in such a short amount of time, Ringo had no clue, but he wasn't about to start questioning things.
"Jesus fucking Christ." Ringo breathed, his eyes growing dark with hunger.
George struggled to meet Ringo's gaze from his position on the bed, having to crane his neck uncomfortably, but there wasn't much communication needed. He lifted his free hand and beckoned Ringo closer with his slender finger.
Ringo moved over slowly to the head of the bed, allowing himself to indulge in the sight of George's face: his eyes had watered a little already, his skin sporting pink undertones and his lips spread so perfectly. Kinky was never a word Ringo would use to describe himself, but he was beginning to understand that would've been a mistake, because something stirred deep inside him knowing George was all his, to do with whatever he pleased. He rubbed his thumb on George's outstretched bottom lip, feeling the spit that had gathered there. George leaned in to the touch as best he could, his moan distorted by the gag which only made it sound richer and more enticing.
"I don't even know where to begin." Ringo had intended the comment to sound light, but his mind was far too clouded.
George gestured with his free hand to signal that Ringo needed to finish what he'd been incapable of. The restraints seemed to go underneath the bed, a more elaborate contraption than Ringo had ever seen, his mind began to wander as to how many times George had presented himself like this to other men, no matter how many it had been now it was Ringo's turn. He traced his fingers along the veins of George's arm before shackling it to the bed, determined to drive him as crazy as possible.
Ringo picked up the remote, circling back to the end of the bed to get a better view of George's stuffed entrance. There were only a few buttons, which was a relief to Ringo who'd never even used a vibrator before. He decided to experiment, pressing the first button which turned it on gradually, George let out a wanton moan as he struggled against his restrains. The second sent vibrations out in spurts with seemingly no regular rhyhtm, making George twitch each time.
"Fuck... You look so gorgeous, George." Ringo cooed, sliding himself inbetween his spread legs "Letting me use you like this, I never knew you could be so filthy."
Running his finger around George's entrance teasingly, Ringo pressed the third button which sent the vibrations in waves, building up to a point of intensity then rolling back down into nothing. George really began to squirm, his cock twitching against his stomach in desperate need of attention. Ringo had almost forgotten about the cock ring, he'd never even seen one before in real life.
"Bet you could cum right now, couldn't you?" Ringo discarded the remote, allowing the vibrator to continue abusing George's hole "But you don't want to, not unless I allow you to."
George thrust his hips upwards as best he could, longing for any form of contact, his eyes hooded and dark. Ringo moved his hand upwards, tracing along George's hot skin before he gripped onto his cock. The noises pouring from George's mouth were shameless, only growing more wanton as Ringo began stroking teasingly slow. Ringo caught George's eye as he sank his mouth downwards, his tongue circling the head before he engulfed the entire length. George practically screamed out, his hands gripping at the restraints to ease some of the overwhelming ectsasy. Ringo let out a menacing laugh, still busying his mouth with George's already leaking cock.
Ringo surprised himself with how easily he leaned in to the dominant persona, it was hard not to when George was giving himself up so willingly.
"Such a good little slut." Ringo purred, his hand gripping around the base of the vibrator and beginning to pump it slowly "I could slide my cock inside you so easily, you'd like that wouldn't you?"
George nodded, his eyes filled with tears. Ringo quickened his hand, forcing George to struggle in vain. It was no surprise that Ringo was rock hard, he slid out of his boxers and stroked himself lazily. He knew he could tease George like this all night, but there was only so much Ringo could punish himself.
"You want my cock?" Ringo teased, straddling George as he pressed their cocks together "You want it buried in that tight arse of yours?"
As enticing as George's muffled moans were, Ringo couldn't deny that he missed hearing George's depraved responses to his teasing. He reached to undo the gag, it wasn't the most gentle attempt but George didn't seem to care. The look in George's eye as Ringo removed it from his mouth was mesmerising, the strings of spit stretching out made the whole thing look utterly pornographic. Ringo groaned, lowering his mouth down onto George for a few deep kisses.
"So pretty." Ringo hummed, pressing his thumb into George's mouth which he accepted eagerly "I'm not gonna fuck you just yet, not until I've used this mouth."
"Please... I want it." George pleaded, his voice completely shot "I wanna taste your cock, Ringo."
No further encouragement was needed. Ringo had to shuffle a little awkwardly on the bed to align himself with George's mouth, the position wasn't ideal but there was no way either of them could wait any longer. Just to mix things up a little, Ringo turned on the second setting of the vibrator so that George would unexpectedly jolt upwards with pleasure, Ringo only hoped it wouldn't get his teeth too heavily involved.
George's mouth was wet and welcoming, Ringo slid his cock inside with no resistance. He was starting to think that he should've worn a cock ring too, because he wouldn't be able to last as long as he'd like.
"Shit, George..." Ringo panted as he began pulling his cock out "You're gonna be the death of me."
Ringo had no idea how George was able to even remain conscious through all this, his cock desperate for release yet constantly being denied the pleasure, his wrists and ankles growing red with friction and his mouth being fucked without being able to stop it, not that he'd ever want to. To start with Ringo thrust slowly, rolling his hips into the heat of George's mouth, grunting as he fought the temptation to fuck into him ruthlessly. The two of them looked into one another's eyes the entire time, it was impossible to even look away. George's eyes would flutter or roll as Ringo began quickening his thrusts but they'd always return to gaze back at Ringo, dark with lust and pure want.
"Taking me so well, aren't you?" Ringo rubbed his hand tenderly on George's cheek "Been waiting for my cock all evening. Waiting for me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are."
George moaned around Ringo's cock, opening this throat entirely as the pace grew harsh and unforgiving. Ringo felt his orgasm brewing in his groin, he only wished he'd be able to release himself now but he had other plans.
"Fuck I'm getting close..." Ringo admitted, slowing his thrusts only slightly "I don't even need to ask if you're ready for my cock, I know you are. Know how hungry you are for it."
Ringo reluctantly removed himself from George's mouth, tapping the head of his cock on the flatness of George's outstretched tongue. He was already so close, he cursed himself for not being able to last longer.
George practically cooed when the vibrator was taken out, leaving his hole wet and gaping. Ringo groaned at the sight, tracing his tongue around the outside.
"I can't take it anymore." George whined, struggling once again against his restraints "Put your cock in me Ringo, I need it."
Ringo chuckled darkly "You think you deserve it? You have been so good for me, so willing."
"Yes, yes, I do!" George cried out, the look in his eyes absolutely wild "Been so fucking good for you, such a good little slut."
"Took the words right out my mouth." Ringo hummed, lining himself up with George's entrance "How many guys have you let fuck you like this? You'd do anything for some cock, wouldn't you?"
George tried to speak but was completely silenced when Ringo thrust inside without further warning, all the way to the base. Both of them had to pause for a moment, to gather their thoughts and senses entirely. Ringo gripped at George's gaunt face, forcing him to look at him.
"I asked you a question." Ringo grunted, pulling himself out slowly.
"I- Fuck!" George screamed out again.
"Don't lie to me." Ringo worried he was taking things too far, but George only seemed to be enjoying it more and more.
"So many, I've lost count..." George breathed "Don't even care who it is, as long as they'll fuck me nice and rough."
"Dirty boy." Ringo laughed, struggling to keep his composure as he thrust inside once more.
"I am, I am." George rambled "Do anything for your big cock inside me, Ringo. Can't wait to feel your cum trickling down my thighs.
Ringo almost growled, his other hand gripping George's hip as he began fucking him without remorse. George wailed, his moans bordering on screams as his expression was almost vacant, so completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
"I want you to cum for me George." Ringo instructed, his fingers tracing over the metal of the cock ring "Can you do that for me? Then I'm gonna fill you up, nice and deep."
George could only manage a nod, his words entirely unintelligible as Ringo slid the ring off.
"That's it." Ringo encouraged, his hand switching from George's hip to his aching cock, jerking him off sloppily to bring him to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" George called out as he came, shooting over Ringo's hand and over his stomach.
Ringo acted fast, using all the remaining energy in his body to fuck into George mercilessly, spilling moans from his lips as he buried his cock as deep as he could manage while his own orgasm washed over him. George was still twitching with pleasure as Ringo spilled himself inside, his mind was completely blank, all he could do was feel.
His body gave out entirely, dropping all of his weight down onto George as he slowly recovered. A sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies, breath escaping from their mouths in quick pants.
Ringo didn't want to move, but he knew if he didn't things would only get more uncomfortable and considerably grosser. He pulled out of George carefully, his tenderness returning without much thought. George let out a gasp at the feeling, a final moan parting his lips as Ringo's cum began spilling out onto the sheets.
"Fucking hell." Ringo would've been more aroused if he wasn't currently so depleted, but he couldn't deny that the sight was beyond erotic.
"Enjoyed your present then?" George asked, his voice even rougher than before.
Ringo smiled sweetly down at him "Do you even have to ask?"
Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.
Tags: Modern AU, Smut
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
"Are you sure about this?" Ringo asked tentatively, running the strips of leather through his fingers gently.
George gave him a look which needed no further explanation, the severity of his gaze enough to silence Ringo's worries. It hadn't been too long ago that Ringo had fantasised about having George all to himself yet now that dream had become a reality, he was nervous. Nervous about what exactly, Ringo didn't know, but ever since George had decided to reveal his extensive sex toy collection Ringo had been dreading the day he'd actually be required to use any of them. It wasn't that he didn't want to use these array of objects on George - the images they conjured in his mind kept him up late on several occasions - but he worried he wouldn't know how to do it properly. George seemed far more experienced with kinks and toys and everything really.
"We can try something else if you like." George was lying on his bed in nothing but a silk - Ringo couldn't tell whether it was real or not - dressing gown that was a deep shade of blue.
"Like what?" Ringo put the whip he'd been holding down onto the bed gently as though it had a mind of its own then scooted around to peruse through George's box once more.
"How about..." George began, scooting down the bed to get a better view "Wax?"
It took Ringo a few moments before he spotted the candles tucked away in the corner, they were thick and red like ones you might see in a horror film. Candles didn't seem that intimidating, at least compared to some of the other contraptions in here. Ringo wasn't even sure what some of them were called, and he was far too embarrassed to ask in this moment.
"Have you ever done it before?" George asked, his voice soft and sultry.
Ringo shook his head and chuckled "How hard can it be? I mean... It's candles."
"Precisely my thinking." George smiled at Ringo, quieting any anxiety he had.
"So... Uh- how do you wanna do this?" Ringo asked feeling rather helpless, picking up two of the candles from the box and giving them a smell - cherry scented, he guessed.
"Well." George began, the excitement in his voice evident, getting up from the bed and crouching beside the box "We're gonna need these."
These referred to a pair of handcuffs and two pieces of ribbon-like material which were a dark maroon colour. Ringo couldn't help himself from staring at George's face as he concentrated, his dark brows knitting together with his expression serious. Even though they'd been dating for a month or two now, Ringo still couldn't believe his luck that he was able to tie down - no pun intended - someone as stunning as George. Light stubble was brushed along his sharp jaw, only accentuating the bone further, his hair was messy yet still enticing and the paleness of his skin was clear to see as the robe slipped over his skin freely.
"We could do a blindfold too, if you wanted." George lowered his voice in concentration "Maybe some... No, I'm getting carried away."
George laughed to himself and returned back to his full height, clutching the aforementioned items before chucking them onto the bed with little consideration. Then he rummaged through his bedside table for a lighter, there was always one in the bedroom due to the cigarettes they tended to smoke after sex. Successful in his search, George threw the lighter to Ringo without warning but he managed to catch it all the same. Ringo cursed himself for feeling so flustered, but it was difficult knowing what was to come. No matter how many times he slept with George, no matter what kind of depraved acts they got up to, he still felt as anxious as the very first time; that was just the effect George had on him.
"I'm gonna hop in the bath real quick, then we can start. Okay?" George threw off his robe casually, letting the fabric slide from his smooth skin into a pile on the floor.
"Sounds like a plan." Ringo nodded, finally putting the candles down beside the bed.
Ringo watched George with hungry eyes as he sauntered off into the bathroom, the way he swung his hips made it clear to Ringo that he knew he was being looked at. The door shut with a gentle thud, leaving Ringo alone to gather his thoughts and prepare for what was to come.
"Comfortable?" Ringo asked after clicking the handcuffs together, pulling George's slim wrists to the top of the bed.
George nodded with a small smile, wiggling his limbs to test the strength of the restraints then nodded again. This was a small moment of intimacy that occurred every time they ventured into kinky territory, the calm before the storm in many ways. Ringo smiled back then flicked the lights off, leaving nothing but a lamp in the corner to light the suppleness of George's body. Ringo's nerves seemed to dissipate in the relative darkness, his breath steadying as he moved back over to the bed. First, he captured George's soft lips in a gentle kiss that quickly grew heated. George wasn't the most patient when it came to the bedroom, his teeth already pulling at Ringo's bottom lip. It took a great deal of strength for Ringo to pull away, fighting the temptation to forget all about the candles and to start spreading George open.
The candles had already been lit, sitting on the bedside table flickering slightly, and it was now that Ringo made his way over to pick one of them up. The sweet smell of cherry wafted around the room, something usually so innocent now suddenly turned erotic. The look in George's eyes was hungry, his hands were already fiddling with the handcuffs as best they could from the awkward angle, watching Ringo experimentally tilt the candle sideways so that the wax began to drip down. First it fell onto the bed, Ringo didn't want to try it directly onto George's skin at first. How much was this going to hurt? Ringo supposed he didn't really have to know, George knew and more importantly wanted desperately to feel the sensation.
"Come on..." George whined, rattling his handcuffs against the metal bedframe in protest.
Ringo moved his hand further, hovering the candle over George's hairless stomach before tilting it once more. The wax dripped down instantly, burning the soft skin for a moment before solidifying; its rich red colour made it appear almost like blood, a sight which no doubt spurred further depraved fantasies in George's mind.
"More." George demanded, his pupils dilated both from the darkness and his exponentially growing lust "And take your fucking clothes off."
Ringo gulped, unsure as to which command he was meant to follow first. It was difficult to think with this enticing display laid out before him: George's cock was beginning to harden and it made Ringo's mouth water. He decided to carry on with the candle for a few more moments, teasingly tilting the candle back and forth so that the wax never fell when George was expecting it. Ringo slowly began making a pattern which gradually grew closer to George's erection, each drop pulling a sharp hiss from his lips.
"Clothes." George repeated impatiently, it was moments like this that reminded Ringo why he'd been so intimidated by George when they'd first crossed paths.
Ringo didn't wait to be told a third time, even though George was helpless to administer any punishment even if he'd wanted to, undoing his trousers and shirt sloppily and tossing them behind him. He hadn't realised how hard he'd become until his erection sprang free from his boxers, evidently George wasn't the only one enjoying this little experiment. Candle back in hand, Ringo carefully shifted himself onto the bed to straddle George's thighs - careful to ensure they were never close enough for their cocks to brush together, that'd be making things too easy - before he tilted the candle once more. This time Ringo aimed for George's nipples which were hard with the coldness of the room, only missing by an inch or two. The second attempt was successful, landing directly onto the target, leading George to groan breathlessly.
"Feel good?" Ringo asked with a raised eyebrow, his free hand rubbing over the clean nipple.
George nodded "Stop holding back. I can take it."
Ringo smirked, jerking his wrist swiftly to administer another hot drop of wax onto his nipples "You wanna tell me where you want it, baby?"
George growled in response, a noise Ringo only heard every so often "My cock." The word sounding so filthy in George's rough tone, his tongue playing with his sharp teeth.
"You sure?" Ringo asked after a pause, his nervousness returning only slightly.
"Yes, I'm sure." George whined, thrusting his hips upwards as best he could to demonstrate his desperation "Now, do it."
Ringo couldn't deny that George's bossiness was a complete turn on, although he'd never let George know exactly how much of a turn on it truly was. He tried his best to silence the anxious thoughts plaguing his mind. Before committing to George's demand, Ringo wrapped his fingers gently around George's erection which earned him a few soft pants. Now or never, Ringo told himself before tilting the thick candle once more and letting the wax fall onto the hard cock gripped in his hand.
The noise that left George's mouth was something Ringo had never heard before, a mixture between a gasp and a deep moan, though it was certainly one he wanted to hear again (and again, and again...) It was difficult to not admire the strange beauty of the wax trickling down George's erection, which was now rock hard.
"Fuck..." Ringo couldn't keep the words from spilling from his lips, only waiting a moment or two before spilling more hot wax onto the reddening skin.
George let out a grunt, sounding far more in pain than he had previously, and for a moment Ringo worried he'd taken it too far but the look on his face was of pure ecstasy.
"More." George moaned, his wrists struggling in the constraints.
"Now, now." Ringo teased, a sly grin on his lips "There's a nicer way of asking that."
The look George gave Ringo made him very appreciative of the restraints for without them, George might've slapped him. He knew George's aggression wasn't genuine, it was just sexual frustration, but that didn't make it any less terrifying. A few moments passed in which the two of them just looked at each other, George's mouth tight with anger as he waited for Ringo to give up this act and carry on following his orders, but the time never came. Ringo only raised his eyebrows further, tilting the candle just so that it never dropped any wax.
"I'm waiting." Ringo spoke with a lilt, his grin widening.
George rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking like a disgruntled child "Please give me more, Ringo..."
"More of... what?" Ringo pushed his luck, he decided he may as well make use of George being helpless like this for as long as he could.
George's stare was deadly but it melted away when Ringo gave his cock a few loose jerks "Please pour that hot wax on my cock, please. I've been good, haven't I?"
Ringo found it difficult to refuse George whenever he opted for the mock-innocent route, so he decided to stop the teasing and snapped his wrist suddenly which led to three separate droplets of wax falling onto the sensitive skin of George's cock. George practically shrieked, his body jerking upwards but failing to move more than a few inches off the bed.
"Fuuuuck." George breathed, his eyes struggling to focus "Do that again."
For a moment Ringo debated teasing George further, but his own erection was growing uncomfortably hard and he wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer. In a quick motion Ringo grabbed the second candle, unleashing a shower of wax down onto George. The noises were pained yet still erotic, Ringo couldn't help moaning himself as he watched the pain and pleasure washing over George's face. When George and Ringo's eyes finally met once more, Ringo could tell that George's vision was a little fuzzy.
"Can you use wax as lube?" Ringo asked, his mouth opening before he'd even considered what he was saying.
George's hazy eyes lit up "We can try."
Only now did Ringo realise the commitment he was making with that question, although it would have been foolish to pretend the idea didn't excite him thoroughly. It wasn't the smoothest transition but Ringo managed to undo the restraints on George's legs and get him into a position where the wax could drop directly onto his entrance.
"Are you sure?" Ringo asked cautiously, his free hand running circles up and down George's thigh to soothe him.
"Do it." George ordered once more, biting down on his lip.
Ringo shut off the barrage of voices telling him to stop, that this was taking things too far, and let his wrist flop down. George was incapable of making a sound, his mouth agape with only sharp breaths pouring out. However much it hurt, Ringo was certain he didn't want to know, but it was clear that George approved of whatever it was he was experiencing.
"Jesus." George panted "Feels so fucking good."
"Oh yeah?" Ringo asked, letting another two drops fall onto his hole "Tell me."
"Fuck!" George yelped, his wrists rattling in the handcuffs "Hurts so much... Don't stop."
Ringo tried to ignore the potential contradiction, pressing his finger roughly inside before spilling more wax from above; a drop fell onto Ringo's finger and stung for a moment or two before the pain subsided. George was falling apart before him, sweat dripping from his forehead and sticking his dark hair onto the skin in strands.
"I don't need your fingers." George squirmed "I want your cock, Ringo. Now."
"It's not-" Ringo began but George silenced him with a glare "Alright."
Ringo shifted himself on his knees, pumping his finger a few more times before pulling it out entirely. It didn't take too long for Ringo to learn the telling signs of when George was getting close: his toes would start curling, he'd bite his lip just hard enough to draw a drop or two of blood and his eyes would grow so dark, the pupil engulfing the iris completely.
Even Ringo was getting too frustrated to be overtly considerate, letting the wax fall liberally down onto George's arse, coating his cock and his entrance as a cacophony of moans and shrieks filled the room. It was getting to a point that Ringo was concerned that George might break the handcuffs completely, the skin on his wrists clearly irritated.
"Ringo..." George cooed, it was impossible for Ringo not to be enticed by his own name being said so sweetly "I want you inside me."
No further words were needed, Ringo spit into his hand and lathered up his cock before lining up with George's entrance, now covered with red wax. Fortunately it hadn't solidified completely and Ringo was able to fashion a makeshift lube out of the soft wax and his own spit, it wasn't his most dignified moment but in the heat of the moment all he needed was to feel his cock stretching George out. As the head pushed past the tight ring of muscle George began clawing at the bedframe, sweat dripping from his skin as he moaned at the sensation.
"I swear you get fucking bigger every time." George breathed, his hand gripping the metal frame to expel some tension.
"I'm not getting bigger, you're getting tighter." Ringo groaned, thrusting himself in deeper as the smell of cherries wafted into his nose.
It was difficult to move at first, the lube was hardly effective and without any preparation it was a struggle. More spit was needed and eventually more wax, Ringo was as careful as he could manage to not drop any onto his own cock but it was only possible to a certain extent; the further they went the more he found himself enjoying the burning sensation although he was certain he wouldn't be able to endure as much as George had.
"Not complaining are you?" George cocked an eyebrow and pulling Ringo closer towards him with his legs.
Ringo moaned gruffly "You know I'm not."
"Fuck me harder, then." George began writhing again, desperate for his own cock to be touched.
It was a complete sensory overload: the cherry scent so strong now that Ringo's head was swimming, the wax occasionally catching on his skin which would cause him to suddenly thrust forward into George who was so tight that Ringo wanted to scream. George was practically wailing at this point, his lip smeared with red as he tried to keep his eyes locked on Ringo's as he fucked him deeper.
"I feel like I'm gonna pass out." Ringo admitted, the fuzziness of his mind slurring his speech just slightly.
George looked concerned for a moment, it wasn't often that his sultry persona was shaken but it was difficult to hide; Ringo reassured him with a weak smile, gripping onto George's thigh and quickening his thrusts. He was getting close, George seemed to have been on the edge of orgasm for an impossible amount of time.
"I'm close, I'm close." Ringo repeated, cascading more wax down onto the few areas of George's chest that were still bare before blowing out the candle entirely and chucking it onto the bedside table as accurately as he could manage.
"Touch me." George pleaded, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Ringo wrapped his hand once more around George's coated cock, the wax had started to crumble and create a mess all over the bed but neither of them paid any attention. The intensity of his incoming orgasm almost scared Ringo, he'd never felt anything like it before. George hadn't stopped babbling, whether he was whining for release or muttering incoherent yet clearly filthy things.
"Need your fucking cum." George managed to speak with some clarity "Fuck! Give it to me, give it to me... I want your cum."
Ringo gripped George's leg tighter for some stability, expelling his final burst of energy as he fucked into him roughly and sloppily. Both were groaning, dripping with sweat and wax and desperation. If Ringo had known this experience would be this enjoyable, he would've suggested it sooner.
"Shit, shit." Ringo panted "I'm close."
"Mmmm." George whined, his voice nearly wrecked "Come on, baby, give it to me. I wanna feel your hot cum deep inside me. Please, please, please, make me dirty. I wanna be dirty for you."
"Fuuuucking hell." Ringo's hips stuttered as he chased his orgasm, his eyes shut tight as the ever-familiar sensation began deep in his stomach "You're unbelievable, George."
Then he was coming, the orgasm striking Ringo with such an intensity that he released a noise he didn't even know he was capable of making. With these final shreds of energy Ringo desperately jerked George's cock until he was finishing too, shooting cum all over his wax-covered skin. The climax hit like a huge wave, crashing into the both of them as utter ecstasy washed over their sweaty bodies. It took several moments for the both of them to recover, Ringo hadn't even pulled out while they tried to catch their breath.
When Ringo finally felt capable of opening his eyes and returning to reality, George was looking directly at him with a smug expression.
"What?" Ringo asked, sitting down onto the bed and brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead.
"Nothing." George replied innocently "I just can't believe you did all that."
"Is it really that surprising?" Ringo leaned over to finally release George's aching wrists from the handcuffs.
"Maybe not." George let his arms flop onto the bed "But if you'll do this, maybe there's some more shit in that box we can try."
"I'm gonna need at least 3-5 working days to recover from this." Ringo huffed, lying himself down beside George "Then we can talk."
Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.
Tags: Smut, Slow Burn
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
Ringo had barely opened his mouth to speak when George was already moving, grabbing Ringo around the waist and pulling him in close. George's mouth went straight to his neck, pressing slow kisses against the skin. Ringo's head was spinning, gladly allowing himself to be grinded on as the girl's face curled up in shock and disgust, turning desperately to her friends for support.
George didn't stop there, his hands roaming down to Ringo's arse to suddenly lift him up onto the kitchen counter, pressing his tongue inside Ringo's willing mouth. Ringo could feel several eyes on him, but he didn't care, he was surprised by how turned on the whole display made him. He buried his fingers into George's long hair, moaning into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.
"Get a room!" Someone shouted from amongst the throng of people, causing many to laugh.
George pulled away briefly, his face still pressed close to Ringo's "I'm down if you are."
Ringo nodded eagerly, already missing George's contact when he pulled away, but his fingers loosely wrapped around his wrist was enough for now. They returned to the same empty room, receiving a few wolf whistles as they pushed through the crowds, there was little speculation about what they were about to do.
The door locked behind them, George waited before pouncing "You're sure about this? I don't want you to think I'm pressuring you."
Ringo silenced him with another kiss, pressing him hard against the door. George welcomed the roughness, moaning as he peeled off Ringo's clothing as best he could without pulling away for too long. They clumsily moved over to the bed, Ringo falling backwards onto the mattress, making quick work of undoing his trousers and shedding them to the ground. George's gaze was focused elsewhere for a moment, he moved around the bed and bent down to pick up a flimsy scarf from the floor; he held it up with a questioning look, wrapping the ends around his hands and pulling the fabric tightly.
"This'll do nicely." George announced, climbing onto the bed and turning Ringo around so he was aligned with the headboard.
Ringo watched George as he straddled over his hips, lifting Ringo's arms above his head and tying the scarf around his wrists and through the metal shaping of the bed. Excitement was pulsing through his body, he was already rock hard when George removed his boxers eagerly. George similarly stripped down, his slender body looking achingly beautiful in the soft light of the room.
"You got a condom?" George asked, pumping Ringo's cock idly.
Ringo nodded "In my coat pocket." He gestured with his head and George went off in search of it.
"Let me guess, you bought it for tonight especially." George teased, returning to his original position with the wrapper in hand.
"Well, thank goodness I did." Ringo retorted, inhaling sharply with the sensation of the plastic being rolled onto his hot skin.
George wasted little time, spitting onto his hand and pressing two fingers inside himself forcefully. Ringo couldn't help worrying that it hurt, but the pleasure erupting over George's face set him at ease. The helpless feeling of being tied up was certainly thrilling, something Ringo hadn't experienced for a long time.
Ringo forgot all about the party outside that room, his mind solely focused on George and how gorgeous he looked as he slowly lowered himself onto his cock. They both moaned loudly, Ringo fought against his restraints momentarily which only seemed to spur George on further.
"So tight, fucking hell." Ringo breathed, clenching his teeth as George sank all the way down the base without too much resistance.
"Still not the tightest you've had?" George grinned mischievously, his cheeks flushed.
"Perhaps I misspoke." Ringo smiled back, a moan escaping from deep within him as George lifted himself back up teasingly slow.
The longer George rode him, the more Ringo cursed the restraints around his wrists. His stomach and thighs tensing beautifully, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. George clearly knew how appealing he looked, pulling desperate faces and moaning loudly every time Ringo squirmed.
"Fuck you feel good..." Ringo breathed, sweat forming on his forehead.
"Yeah? You like it when I ride you?" George slammed down hard, demanding an answer but all he received at first was a long groan.
"Yes, yes!" Ringo managed to get out, his eyes not knowing where to look, attention being drawn to every part of George's body.
"You fill me up so good, Ringo." George moaned "Stretching me out with your big, fat cock."
Ringo could hardly take much longer, but he fought the urge to finish so soon, although the words spilling from George's filthy mouth weren't making things any easier. He quickened his pace, thrusting down rougher each time before he wrapped his own hand around his cock and starting playing with himself. If there was one sight Ringo could solidify in his mind, it would be this. The cacophony of erotic noises was almost too much to bear.
"I'm getting close." George announced, rolling his hips "You wanna watch me cum on your cock?"
Ringo nodded enthusiastically, far longer than necessary as he tried to thrust upwards into the heat of George. It was pure art, the soft moans that passed George's soft lips as he fucked himself harder and deeper, jerking his aching cock, chasing his orgasm desperately.
"Tell me how much you love fucking me, Ringo, I wanna hear it." George pleaded shamelessly, barely able to keep his eyes open.
"I can't get enough of your tight arse, George. I could fuck you all day and still want more." Ringo's voice had grown rough "I can't wait to finally cum inside you; deep, deep inside you."
"Oh fuuuck!" George moaned almost pornographically as he twitched his hips forward, shooting cum onto Ringo's chest and stomach.
Ringo wasted no time, fucking up into George's sensitivity as ruthlessly as he could until he was coming too. George's noises had grown so high pitched they were hardly audible, screaming out as Ringo finished. He flopped down onto Ringo's chest, lifting himself off of Ringo's cock and exhaling deeply. They both lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and waiting for their minds to return.
"You're absolutely criminal, George." Ringo chuckled lightly, pressing a tender kiss onto his forehead.
"You're the one tied up right now." George replied with a smile, sitting up on the bed and untying the knots in the scarf so Ringo could finally move freely "Now go and find me some wipes or something."
Ringo nodded, taking a few more minutes to recover before heading over to the door and poking his head outside. The stairs were no longer packed luckily, Ringo only hoped it wasn't because of how loud they were being but he couldn't deny that the thought thrilled him, so he could creep into a bathroom without being seen. Fishing around for wipes, he cleaned himself up first then made his way back to the room. He could hear a commotion downstairs, not thinking much of it until he heard someone shout.
"Police!"
He stopped for a second, then hurried back to George who was lying lazily on the bed.
"George, the police are here." He announced, suddenly panicked.
"Shit!" George sprung into action, snatching the wipes from Ringo and cleaning himself up hastily.
"There's nothing illegal going on is there?" Ringo asked, dressing himself sloppily.
"Well I'm not about to stick around to find out." George pulled on his boxers, socks and trousers, grabbing his coat on the way out as they sped down the stairs.
Authorative voices could be heard further inside the house, expelling almost every single person through the back and into the garden. George seemed far more collected than Ringo, heading straight to the garden fence and throwing himself over it. Ringo didn't pause to worry, to think at all, following George's lead and sprinting off into a random direction for as long as they could. It was a humorous sight, a sea of young people running as if for their lives into the cold night.
Eventually they came to a stop, needing to catch their breath and assess the situation. Ringo hadn't felt so alive in a long time, his body a mixture of pleasure and adrenaline. The two of them shared a glance and burst into laughter, George leaning against a garden wall and lifting himself onto it.
"I left my shoes and shirt behind." He announced, still laughing "Why the fuck did I do that?"
Ringo seated himself beside George "Because you're insane?"
"Oh yeah, that must be it." George pulled his coat on tighter, suddenly cold.
Ringo didn't think twice, pulling his own coat off and wrapping it around George's shoulders. He accepted it gladly, still shivering a little as he looked up at the night sky.
"Now what?" George asked, kicking his shoeless feet playfully.
"Well..." Ringo began, questioning his words at first "I've got a shirt back at mine with your name on it."
George turned to him with a grin "How did you know my real name was Rolling Stones?"
Ringo tried to resist laughing but failed, shoving George lightly "So stupid."
They sat in silence for a while, the sound of people fleeing from the party could still be heard distantly. It wasn't too long of a walk back home, but Ringo didn't want to assume that George wanted to head back with him.
"That shirt's starting to sound real appealing." George chattered his teeth.
Ringo smiled "Well, I could give you a piggyback ride if you want... You might step in some glass or some shit." He knew it was a ridiculous request, but he couldn't deny how fun he thought it'd be.
George looked at him blankly for a moment, then a smile spread on his lips "Why the fuck not?"
Ringo couldn't help laughing, shifting off of the brick wall and squatting down in front of George so he could slide onto his back. He was unsurprisingly light, Ringo could lift him with ease. George let out an excited whoop as he was lifted, not realising the reality of Ringo's strength until now.
"Who thought I'd be riding you twice in one night?" George chuckled as Ringo began hurrying down the street.
They must've looked quite the sight: Ringo ducking down as he sprinted down the street ridiculously quickly as George screamed out excitedly. Ringo felt like a teenager again, the cold night air doing nothing to sober him up.
He was happy, he just hoped the feeling would last.
Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.
Tags: Smut
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr
AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here
Fortunately it didn't take too long to get an Uber, mostly everyone had headed home for the night long ago so there was no longer a desperate scramble for a ride. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck with George sat beside him as they headed back to his place. The driver gave them a curious look, one which said more than words possibly could, but Ringo wasn't fazed by their potential judgement, he felt far too ecstatic.
The only worry Ringo had at the moment was how much of a state his flat was in, but he didn't suppose George was going to spend much time perusing around. It was a decently long journey to his place, luckily the driver had the radio on to fill the tense silence. After a while George placed his hand on Ringo's thigh, rubbing his thumb idly but never looking over to him.
He felt like a teenager again, staying out late and messing around with strangers, it was refreshing to feel so excited about taking someone home rather than anticipating waking up ashamed.
Arriving outside his building, the two of them thanked the driver and braved the cold for a final time. Luckily Ringo had remembered his key - he'd lost count of the times he'd had to spend the night with Paul and John because he'd misplaced his keys again - he fumbled with them slightly. Stepping into the even colder stairwell, Ringo led the way up to his flat.
"No lift?" George asked, disappointed.
"Been broken for as long as I've lived here." Ringo tutted, thankfully he only lived a couple of floors up.
The warmth of his flat was beyond comforting. Ringo flicked the lights on and immediately regretted it, his living room was in a bit of state and he knew his bedroom was considerably worse. He didn't have long to worry though, because as soon as George closed the door behind him, he was pouncing on Ringo.
Reluctantly, Ringo pulled away "Not that I don't want, uh... that right now, I really need to get these wet jeans off." He stammered.
George pouted, it was a sultry sight "Surely getting your jeans off is part of that."
Ringo chuckled nervously "No, yes, yeah. I just can't really get into that mindset with these sticking to my ankles. Fuck knows what's on that bathroom floor."
"Well not too long ago I was, sucking on that thick cock of yours." George smirked, making himself comfortable on the sofa, looking at Ringo with expectant eyes.
Another nervous laugh "Right, right... I'll just be a sec, sorry." He hurried his words and his feet as he headed for his bedroom.
Peeling off his jeans and tossing them into the ever-growing pile of clothes in the corner of his room, he was able to fix a few things to make the place look more presentable. He wasn't even sure if they'd make it to the bedroom, especially with the way George was talking. Fumbling around in his drawers, he found an old condom and returned triumphantly into his living room to find George completely naked lounging on his sofa.
"I got impatient." George explained when Ringo said nothing, just stared with his mouth slightly agape.
"I'm not complaining." Ringo spoke before he could even debate whether it was the right thing to say.
Silence began to fall again before George spoke again "I don't mean to be dramatic, Ringo, but if you don't get over here and fuck me I'm going to lose my mind."
Ringo turned his mind off in that instant, tossing off the remainder of his clothes carelessly across the room as he made his way over to George, still gripping the condom wrapper in his teeth. The sight of George was pure bliss: his slender body was just screaming out to be touched, and Ringo intended on doing far more than that. He was mostly hairless, making his skin appear all the paler.
"My God you're gorgeous." Ringo spoke rapidly as he ran his hands over George's bare chest.
"Speak for yourself." George whispered into Ringo's ear, punctuating his sentence with a bite of his earlobe.
Ringo began kissing down George's neck, taking his time as he made his way down to the nipples. He took them into his mouth eagerly, circling his tongue around and sucking on them slightly. George began letting out soft whines, Ringo could already predict what he'd be sounding like later.
It was pure joy to kiss, lick and bite up and down George's body, the way it made him squirm and moan. Ringo always felt that he got more pleasure by making his partner feel good, and this was certainly one of those times. He breathed against George's erection purely to pull a reaction from him, looking up into the other's eyes Ringo could see he was already unravelling.
"Fuck." George practically shouted when Ringo swallowed him whole without warning.
Ringo chuckled, pressing the coldness of his rings against the hot and sensitive skin of George's inner thigh as he bobbed his head up and down the impressive length. His other hand moved up to George's open mouth, it muffled his wanton moans as he began sucking on Ringo's fingers eagerly. He hadn't known what to expect from George when he first met him, but for him to be so desperate and shameless was definitely a shock. Not that he was complaining, of course.
Removing his fingers quickly, Ringo began circling George's hole. George hissed, throwing his head back against the arm of the sofa. Tentatively Ringo pressed his index finger inside, ring and all, struggling against the tightness of George's muscles.
"Shit!" George burst out "That ring is fucking cold."
Ringo paused immediately, taking his mouth off of George "I can take it off if you don't like it."
George squirmed and Ringo was ready to pull his finger out before George spoke "No, no... It feels good. Put another one in."
"You sure?" Ringo worried he was getting a little carried away, he began moving his finger again slowly.
Picking his head up to meet Ringo's gaze, his eyes filled with lust, George replied "The way you're going I'm gonna cum, and there's no bloody way I'm doing that until you've fucked me."
Ringo didn't need any further encouragement, he pressed a second finger alongside the first gradually. Lowering his mouth again onto George's now leaking cock, he took a slow pace. George continued his drawling moans, his fingers gripping into the sofa cushion for support.
He'd never felt someone as tight as George before, his mind felt cloudy just thinking how it'd feel once he was inside. It wasn't too long until he worked up to three fingers, George was beginning to relax far more now and it made things far easier.
It was clearly a struggle for George to remain still, Ringo had to use his other hand to keep George's hips pressed down. He kept thrusting up into Ringo's mouth, which was far from a bad thing, but it was hard to concentrate on so many things at once. The way George was calling out Ringo's name was criminal, Ringo only wished he'd be able to hear it again past this encounter.
"I can't... I can't wait, just fucking fuck me already!" George whined, his hand moving his hair away from his face.
Ringo let George's cock fall out of his mouth "You've got a right dirty mouth, don't you?"
George smiled, but he couldn't hide completely how overwhelmed he was becoming "I thought you liked my dirty mouth."
"Don't get cocky now." Ringo tutted, thrusting his fingers deeply which pulled a shriek from George.
All the same, Ringo followed George's command and pulled his fingers out as gently as he could manage without slowing down too much. It didn't take more than a few pumps to get himself back to full hardness, though he gave a few extra just so George could enjoy the sight.
"I might have some lube somewhere-" Ringo began but was cut off by George.
"No, no, no. No lube, just give me that cock already, Jesus." George was coming apart at the seams, Ringo couldn't deny that it was a gorgeous display.
"If you're sure..." Ringo rolled the condom on and lined himself up with George's entrance, letting a string of spit drop down onto his cock.
"I'm sure." George breathed, his eyes were wide in anticipation "Wanna feel every inch of you."
Ringo pushed his cock inside slowly at first, surprised at how easily George was taking him, then thrust the last few inches in harshly.
George looked rather satisfied with that assessment, a smug grin spreading on his lips which was soon washed away with a wave of pleasure as Ringo thrust harshly once more. Ringo wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last, not enough time had passed for him to recover fully from their endeavour in the bathroom. Evidently George was having the same problem, the top half of his body was moving around almost erratically as he screamed out desperately.
"Can't believe I'm even fucking you right now." Ringo panted "Feels like a dream."
"Don't get sappy on me now." George couldn't even lift his head to look at Ringo "Let's not pretend you're- Ah!"
Ringo snapped his hips forward sharply "I'm not what?"
"Like you're not stunning yourself." George's voice was getting increasingly strained.
"Now who's getting sappy?" Ringo asked with a smile, lowering himself so he could press his tongue into George's mouth.
George couldn't stop moaning even with his mouth preoccupied, it only spurred Ringo on further to claim George's body. He let out a noise bordering on a growl when he felt George tensing his muscles around him.
"You're gonna make me cum with that shit." Ringo pulled away only marginally, their hot and heavy breaths mingling.
"That's the aim." George kissed Ringo's stubbled jaw "Want you to empty yourself inside me."
Ringo's hips stuttered, he was getting close. George's words certainly weren't helping, nor was the look in his eyes. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly, and now it was nearly over, the thought started to sadden Ringo but he couldn't think for too long with George doing that.
"Jesus." Ringo grunted "Didn't think you were gonna be this dirty."
George wrapped his legs around Ringo to pull him in closer "Don't try and tell me you don't love it."
Ringo could hardly maintain rhythm now, he was sweating and the alcohol wasn't helping his composure.
"Wish you weren't wearing that condom." George breathed "Was hoping I'd feel that warm cum inside me."
"Shit." Ringo stuttered again, almost finishing with those words alone "I'm so close..."
George purred happily "Give it to me, Ringo. Shoot it deep in my ass."
That was the last thing Ringo could comprehend, suddenly he was coming. It took all the little strength remaining in his body not to collapse down onto George entirely. He managed to roll over to the side while he caught his breath, then he felt movement beside him as George desperately wanked himself to orgasm. It didn't take long at all, streams fell onto George's chest and stomach sporadically.
"Fucking hell..." George moaned, letting his arm flop lifelessly at his side.
"I'd have to agree with you on that one." Ringo was returning to a semi-normal state.
Ringo pulled himself off of George and waddled over to his bin to discard the dirtied condom into it. It was an unpleasant feeling, but it was more than worth it. Returning to the sofa, George's eyes were still closed as he heaved his breaths. Ringo sat on the end, lifting George's feet to fall onto his thigh.
This was the moment Ringo had been dreading, ever since he had the inkling that George might be interested in him, he worried how much it would hurt when he inevitably left. He wouldn't be surprised if he got dressed and left right now, he'd got what he wanted so what other reason did he have to stay? It didn't help that a headache was beginning to brew, a sign for copious amounts of water.
Eventually George seemed to return to his body, shifting himself slightly and sitting up as best he could "Don't suppose you've got any pyjamas I could borrow."
Ringo looked at him somewhat confused and somewhat stunned, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to fit in George's words with the anxious hypothesis he'd been creating in his mind.
"Unless..." George matched his expression "You want me to go? That's fine, totally fine. I should probably-" He started moving off the sofa but Ringo grabbed his wrist, a little more forcefully than intended.
"No!" Ringo surprised himself with his volume and decreasing it immediately "I mean... I'd, um- I'd rather you stayed."
Silence fell heavily. A small smile formed on George's face as he relaxed back onto the sofa, Ringo loosened his grip immediately but kept his fingers on George's skin.
"You better get me some clothes then cause I'm not sleeping naked, you'll only get the wrong idea."
Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.
Tags: Smut
Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr
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Ringo hadn't been to this club for a while, without John by his side he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. There were only two types of people who dragged themselves to such a questionable establishment so late in the night: people so off their faces in need of a warm place to dance until they could hardly stand upright, and predatory figures looking for an easy target. Ringo and George didn't fit into either category, making Ringo question the distinction entirely, but he supposed a drink or two could get them well on their way. The two of them headed straight to the bar which was littered with a few figures who were struggling to hold their heads up.
"What can I get you?" George asked, getting his phone ready to pay immediately.
"Oh, um... A vodka-coke if you're offering." Ringo once again felt his nerves getting the better of him, part of him still couldn't believe someone like George was even interested in him.
"Gross, how do you drink that shite?" George curled his nose up in mock disgust but ordered one for Ringo all the same, buying himself a gin and lemonade.
With their drinks in hand they moved over to the sparsely populated dancefloor, the music seemed to be the same every time Ringo came here: 80s throwbacks and cringey one-hit-wonders from the 2000s. Not that Ringo was complaining, it was easy to dance to and he almost always knew the words, but it was far from his music of choice.
"You ever been here before?" Ringo asked, having to shout over the music.
"Never." George replied with a smile "Is it always this dingy?"
"Yes." Ringo answered instantly "But it's one of the only places open right now."
"Who says I'm complaining?" George laughed.
The two of them continued dancing through a variety of songs, both of them drunkenly singing along to 'Don't Stop Me Now' and failing to mask their excitement when 'Dancing Queen' came on. Several rounds of drinks passed their lips, each one decreasing the proximity between them as they danced. Ringo wasn't entirely sure who initiated it first, but before he knew it George's back was pressed up against his chest and they were attempting to move with one another without falling over. They were far from the only couple grinding shamelessly like this, but they were certainly the only male duo.
When another song finally ceased, Ringo found himself getting a little worked up from all the friction with George; his jeans were tight, his heart was racing and he was beginning to sweat. The only solution would be to get out to the smoking area for some "fresh air". Ringo moved his hands slowly off of George's body and leaned his face in closer so he could shout in George's ear. George evidently thought Ringo had other ideas, because he turned around quickly and crashed his lips clumsily down onto Ringo's.
Ringo froze for a moment, his hands thrown up in shock before he could register what was happening. It was far from the most romantic kiss Ringo had experienced, but the last thing he was going to do was complain. George was pulling at the fabric of Ringo's shirt to pull them closer together, his sharp teeth poking through occasionally. Ringo felt himself being dipped down by the sheer force of George and had to cling onto his neck just to stay upright.
The kiss didn't last very long, at least Ringo thought so but time was a difficult concept to grasp at this moment. George pulled away, pulling Ringo back up with him, a satisfied grin on his face and a dark look in his eyes.
"Been waiting to do that all night." George slurred, the satisfaction still clear on his face.
Ringo could feel himself blushing, luckily the club was dark enough to hide it "All night?"
George nodded "Was watching you with your mates for a while, couldn't find the courage to say hello."
"Why don't we, uh... Go for a smoke?" Ringo could hardly hear what George was saying over the music, and this was a conversation he certainly didn't want to miss.
"Sure thing." George followed Ringo as he maneuvered through the labyrinthine club until they finally got to the outside.
The wind felt far colder than before, no doubt it was because the club was so tightly packed and humid. A bouncer stood in the corner of the fenced off area with his arms crossed, eyeing George and Ringo as though they were about to cause any trouble. Someone else stood in the corner yelling down their phone, seemingly having an argument with whoever was on the other end. George and Ringo found some relatively dry seating and sat beside one another.
"How you feelin'?" Ringo asked, rather than sobering up the cold air was only making him feel drunker.
"Pretty good." George hummed happily, his eyes were barely open.
Now they'd gotten to be alone together, Ringo had no idea what to say. Looking into George's eyes he could hardly string a coherent thought together. At least Ringo could be certain that it wasn't just the alcohol clouding his mind, George really was something else. Even the way he dressed was attractive, a retro windbreaker with flared velvet trousers, the shirt underneath a mixture of colours and shapes.
"So... You were watching me in the club then?" Ringo asked cautiously.
George let out a hearty laugh "Shit, yeah... Me and my big mouth." He looked embarrassed for a moment or two "I was worried the guy you were with was your boyfriend, even after they left I was still a little too scared to come over."
Ringo chuckled at the thought, dating either Paul or John was amusing to him "What made you come over in the end, then?"
"Felt like I couldn't let you get away." George smiled "You looked so cool, I was certain you were gonna tell me to piss off."
"Me?" Ringo laughed "Not very likely. I'm a sweetheart really."
George leant in a little closer "Something tells me that's not the whole truth." The darkness had returned to his eyes, his lips curling up in a devilish smile.
"I'm afraid I haven't the faintest clue what you're on about." Ringo leaned in too, close enough to feel George's breath on his face.
A beat of silence passed between them.
"This place has got a toilet, right?" George's voice was almost a whisper.
Ringo paused "Yeah, of course. Why, do you feel sick or something?"
George let out a splutter of a laugh "Don't be daft." His voice grew quiet once more, making the hairs stand up on Ringo's skin "But I don't think that bouncer will like it very much if I start blowing you right here."
Breath escaped Ringo entirely, this was far from the first time that he'd been prepositioned in such a way but hearing it from George made his head cloud.
"Well?" George asked, cocking an eyebrow and widening his toothy grin.
Ringo stood up a little too eagerly, but he was past the point of caring by now. Grabbing George by his slim wrist he quickly guided them back into the dingy club and towards the questionable toilets. By this point in the night, one of the cubicles was already out of order and something somewhere had started to flood and pools of water formed around the sinks. It was a ghastly sight, but Ringo hardly noticed it as he pulled George into the furthest stall.
"Charming place." George remarked as he locked the door, luckily the floor was relatively clean.
It was cramped to say the least, Ringo put the seat down on the well-used toilet and sat himself rather excitedly down.
"It's dreadful, I know. But desperate times..." Ringo had no clue what to do with his hands, his head was swimming with anticipation.
"I hope that's not a dig at me." George replied as he wasted no time getting to his knees, it made Ringo sad to see his trousers dirtying with the muck on the floor but George hardly seemed to care.
George quickly got to work, his slender fingers pulling at the zip on Ringo's achingly tight jeans. Ringo let out a sigh of relief as the denim was pulled from his skin, pooling down at his ankles, he only hoped they didn't get too dirty but that was a risk he was willing to take. Next were the boxers, Ringo wished he'd worn a more presentable pair tonight but it wasn't long before they were being pulled down too.
Ringo hadn't realised how hard he'd become until he was staring right at his aching erection, a sight which drew George's attention too.
"Fuck..." George breathed, his hand tentatively gripping the shaft "For a short guy you've got a huge cock."
"I'll skip the insult and take that compliment, thanks." Ringo was struggling to keep his composure as George's slim lips wrapped around the head.
It wasn't the most debauched thing Ringo had ever done, he'd fucked a guy at the back of a club surrounded by overflowing dumpsters once, but it was certainly the most thrilling. George was acting like he was starved, as though all he needed in this moment was Ringo. With George's mouth working up and down Ringo's length, it was hard to believe they'd only met a few hours ago.
"Jesus." Ringo hissed when George lightly grazed his teeth, he swore he could feel George's sharp canines individually on his sensitive skin.
George hummed happily, taking more of Ringo into his throat. The world seemed to be spinning around him, Ringo had to push his hand against the cubicle wall to gain the slightest feeling of being grounded. Maybe it was his bias for George, but Ringo could swear this was the greatest blowjob he'd ever had. He wondered whether George did this a lot, the thought of that alone released a moan from deep inside him.
Ringo ran his hand through George's hair, it had started sticking together with sweat but he still managed to look good. George let out a quiet gasp at the contact, feeling the coolness of Ringo's jewellery was welcome.
George was quickening his pace now, each time being able to take more of Ringo into his mouth, his determination was certainly admirable, but he never managed to take him all the way. Each time he gagged around the thickness, Ringo couldn't stop the moans from pouring out of his mouth.
"Fucking hell, George..." Ringo panted, gripping tightly at his hair "Your mouth feels incredible, just wanna fuck up into it."
The sound that left George's mouth was purely criminal, groaning with his mouth filled with cock. He looked up into Ringo's eyes with a hungry twinkle, it was all the permission Ringo needed to start thrusting upwards. At first he was cautious, testing the waters as he felt George's throat relaxing around him but soon enough he grew sloppy and erratic.
Everything seemed to fade into the background, all that was left was the sensation of George's hot mouth and the wanton noises he was making. The sounds were obscene, wet slapping of skin on skin, George gagging and moaning.
"Shit, shit... I'm getting close." Ringo announced, he could hardly see straight.
George didn't wait for another word, he pinned Ringo's hips down to the seat forcefully and sank his lips all the way down to the base. Hollowing his cheeks and gagging loudly, Ringo came in an instant, shooting down deep into George's throat. It took Ringo a few moments to recover, still gripping at George's hair tightly.
Pulling off suddenly, George licked his lips and swallowed hard. It was purely pornographic, the way he smiled with specks of cum still visible. Ringo couldn't help himself from rubbing his thumb tenderly on George's smooth cheek, he worried it would be too intimate of a gesture but he didn't seem to mind, instead he pressed his face into the hand.
Reluctantly Ringo pulled the hand away, then passed what was left of a toilet roll over to George so he could clean himself up. George accepted it willingly, standing up and assessing the damage of his trousers which weren't as bad as either one had anticipated, although it was pretty clear what he'd been getting up to.
"Sorry about your trousers." Ringo said hoarsely, pulling up his own jeans and shuddering at the wet sensation against his skin.
"Don't worry about it." George's voice was even more wrecked "Worth it."
Ringo laughed nervously, even after all that he still couldn't help the effect George had on him. He could barely stand, his knees were far too shaky. George looked beyond satisfied, his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed.
"So... What say we head back to yours?" George asked with a grin, despite all the exertion he was still eager.
"I say the Uber can't get here fast enough." Ringo smirked, managing to get up to his feet to kiss George deeply.
He could taste his cum on George's tongue, mingled with alcohol and smoke. Perhaps it was just the heat of the moment, but he could've sworn it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.
