yay !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a new h2ovanoss
im going to make a comic (its about evan meeting top del, they do not get very well,) and ble ble ble XD
reblogg pls, i made all by mouse
AU: Top and Possessive Delirious / Bottom Kryoz / Dirty Series
Enjoy.
cOUgh you can thank @terrorisedminicat for this being made/created/written- they gave me the ship pretty much ;D
(John - Kryoz/Jon - Delirious)
~Podz
There were nights where the couple would get together.
They called themselves fuckbuddies, free to fuck whomever, whenever, and wherever without the other’s permission.
Although, he had fell for him; those bright eyes, cocky, smug grin that Jon just loved to slip off his beautiful face with a simple movement.
He recently got into painting his nails from this man, blue ones splayed against those gorgeous lips, parted for him to enjoy.
He loved John like this, tied up in front of him like a whole treat just waiting for him to enjoy.
By tied up, of course, Jon had meant that he had stuffed his signature blue tie from earlier day’s work around the male’s soft wrists and tied them to the bed post.
Jonathan’s house was gorgeous but the only rooms John ever cared for was the kitchen and the bedroom.
His blue painted nails scraped down John’s exposed chest, small pink lines appearing like a trail following his hand.
His free hand gripped onto John’s pant line, digging thumbs against the soft front of his hip bone.
The other squirmed under his gaze, tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip.
Jon leaned forward, still fully clothed in his business suit aside from his tie.
His hand moved from John’s chest, supporting him as he leaned over the other like a predator.
He pressed his lips to the other’s neck, nipping the pale, unmarked skin for a few moments until the male nearly arched against his ministrations.
“You’ve been gone so long- I can’t help myself~”
John spoke, his voice rough and lower than before, “You’re the only one I let do this, d-don’t stop...”
“That’s right, baby~ They can’t treat you as good as I do,” Jon chuckled, pressing chaste kisses to the hickeys and bite marks.
He leaned back a bit and began traveling down his collarbone, fingers against John’s hip bone tapping a heartbeat against his skin as they danced towards his zipper and button.
He stopped at the male’s nipples, tongue darting out as he licked a circle around the bud, capturing it between teeth as he rolled it in his mouth like candy.
His tongue slipped over it and the other moaned beneath him, arching up against Jonathan, “M-More~”
Jonathan hummed and moved to the neglected nipple across from the one he was working in his mouth, tongue licking a trail to it.
He wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it to form a gorgeous pink bruise around the hardening bud.
His tongue licked against the irritated skin, feathery dusting touches against the skin before he planted kisses on his travels down lower.
His lips made way for the male’s v-line and he couldn’t help but bite the skin above John’s waistband as harsh as he could, the metallic burst of blood on his taste buds arousing him.
“I-I know you have it, you kinky f-fucker,” John panted, head tilted back against the wooden king sized bed.
Jonathan chuckled, pulling open his bedside drawer and leaning up to show off the glistening, gold-adorned handle of the knife, “I’ve sharpened it since last time and sterilized it, do you like it?”
John moaned, squirming against the bed sheets with a wanton look in his eyes, “Fuck, Jon~”
The chaotic male placed the blade dead center if his chest, tip of the knife gently digging against his Adam’s Apple.
Jon leaned down to toy with his left nipple, free hand supporting him on his left as his right hand gently trailed a light burning cut sensation along the male’s chest.
John tried not to arch too much at the sensation, mouth falling open with a dreaded whimper at the feeling.
The blue eyed male reached his waistband, knife gently cutting into black skinny jeans that made his ass look tauntingly delicious.
He pulled back and relished in the sight before him.
John’s nipples were perky and pink, one with a hickey around the rim, and he arched so beautifully that Jon has to take a double take before continuing with his devious plans.
Within moments, he’d discovered a few fading hickeys on John’s sides.
Rage added to his arousal, the knife sliding deeper into the male’s v-line.
John glanced up in a heart beat, meeting the hardened and heated gaze of his partner.
“W-What? What’s wrong? Del?”
“Who did you sleep with before,” Jon moved the knife from his v-line to the first fading light purple bruise, the tip slicing through it relentlessly.
Blood trailed down his side, causing the American to pant with a rising arousal of panic.
“I- uh, Just an old high school friend, wh-why?”
Jon leaned down, pressing his lips against John’s own plump- ones, tongue slipping between his lips and teeth in an instant.
John went pliant against him, eyes widening in shock as the rule Jon set in place was suddenly broken.
When the other American pulled away with a heated glare towards those hickeys, his breath came out ragged and deep, “Mine.”
John moaned at that, arching his back, “Fuck- A-All yours, baby-”
Jon smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips against John’s chest, sucking on the skin and biting whatever wasn’t marked, muttering in between each hickey, “Mine. Mine. All mine.”
John relished in the male’s ragged breaths and breathy claims, bathing in the word as if they were a couple.
He felt the other’s knee slip against his clothed erection and he arched again, whimper flying past unguarded lips.
Everything was more sensitive and heated when Jonathan got possessive, like his body just agreed with the statements or something.
He grinded his erection down against Jon’s knee as much as he could, the other male shifting it as well in his favor, pushing against the obvious tent of arousal.
John keened at the feeling of the dagger against his inner thigh, nearly cutting him through his pant legs, “I want this off and I want you on your knees, baby,” his voice was husky and low.
The tie was suddenly released from John’s wrists and he shuffled out of those pants like his life depended on it.
While he turned against the bed post, he knelt on his knees and placed his hands against the bed post.
Jon chuckled, the knife placed on the bedside as John slid from his boxers as well.
“Wait, here,” the other smirked at him, the threat of edging him arousing John even more.
Within minutes, the other returned in his boxers, choosing to be clothed in matte blue so the teddy bears wouldn’t make John laugh like the first time they awkwardly got together.
He knelt behind the other, pulling him at just the right angle and patting the insides of his thighs to get him to spread farther.
The male moved to plant his almost useless arms in the mountainous pile of pillows, glancing back shyly at the other as the other pulled lube from his drawer.
“Are you tight, baby~ Want me to go in dry this time?”
The question hung in the air like it was serious, but John knew the male was mocking him.
John mocked back, “Should I swallow your dick, Daddy?”
The male was a bit caught off guard, gaped at the other in pure shock.
John shifted to kneeling and turned around, hands pushing the other on their back in the bundled up blankets, “Wait for me, honey~ Don’t cum in your pants,” John giggled mischievously against his neck.
Jon placed a hand in the other’s hair, “Suck me off, slut.”
John chuckled when he tugged, a light moan dancing on the tip of his tongue as he moved down.
His fingers were taut against Jon’s abs, massaging the tense muscles until his lips made contact with the bulge in those matte blue boxers.
John knelt lower, tongue prodding against the tent and rubbing along each and every curve.
john knew the other’s penis from the back of his hand, tongue outlining it’s shape and recognizing the intense heat Jonathan always produced like magic.
“You’ve never sucked me off before- When did you try it and with who?”
John rolled his eyes, “There’s a first time for everything, didn’t know you’d get so damn possessive.”
Jon rose up on his elbows, “You better swallow it.”
“You’re hot, better hope it tastes good,” John winked flirtatiously before pulling the other’s boxers down.
Jon’s hand pushed him down by his hair, John humming as he wrapped his lips around the head.
His tongue slipped over the slit, licking down the male’s penis.
He bobbed his head slow, feeling the tip tingle against the back of his throat.
Jon threw his head back with a throaty groan, muscles rippling and tensing under John’s hands.
The lighter haired male bobbed his head at a faster pace, a hand moving to grip Jon’s wrist and pull his hair a bit, encouraging him to do so.
The other caught on, blue eyes heatedly watching the other as he gripped hard on his hair and forced him further down on his cock.
John moaned like a whore, letting the lewd sounds burst free from his throat when it had a positive effect on Jonathan.
The male soon thrust up in his mouth, using John’s pretty little mouth for his pleasures.
John moaned at that thought, the thought of feeling full and of being used, slurping around the other’s dick and swallowing around it until the other creamed down his throat and along his tongue.
John pulled off, a trail of saliva and cum connecting his lips to the tip of the other’s cock.
Jon pulled the other up on his lap and against him, his recovery period not taking long at all.
He slipped a few fingers into the other, burning desire reflecting in his eyes as he glanced up at John’s panting, lewd expression.
He nipped the other’s nipple, sucking on it as he thrust two fingers in and out of John’s tight hole, enjoying it clench around his fingers as his imagination and memories went wild.
He pulled away briefly, “I love it when you clench around me, baby~ So hot-”
A third finger slipped in through the tight ring of muscle, curving at different angles to find his sweet spot; his prostate.
The other arched against him, nearly cumming all over their chests and stomachs as a familiar white heat washed over him like wildfire.
“F-Fu- ah~!”
Jon chuckled and slipped his fingers out, stroking himself so he was fully erect again.
He gently slipped the tip of his head into the ring of muscle, pushing the other down by his hips bit by bit.
The burning stretch added to his pleasure and he tried to rush things, Jon keeping him held still with his hands on the male’s hips.
“No, behave,” Jon chided the other, gently breaching him with the head of his cock.
John moaned out, fingers reaching to jerk himself off to completion.
Jon bit him harder when he attempted, “You are to cum by my cock in your ass no matter what,” he warned.
The other panted above him, eyes tearing up with the subtle amount of pleasure over-riding his nerves.
When the other finally had his girthy length fully sheathed in the other’s warm, wet heat, John’s circled his hips a bit and rose up.
He slammed himself back down, mouth flying open in a lewdly loud moan at the intrusion.
His prostate wasn’t even buzzing yet.
Jon pushed the male onto his back, lifting his thighs and stretching them wide around his waist, cock jammed in the other’s tight hole.
He pulled out to the tip and pounded into him, mercilessly filling him with his cock.
John reaching back to steady himself against the bed post, a whimper falling from his lips as he buried his head into the pillows.
His other hand dove into the bundled sheets, gripping them as the other slammed into him again and again.
John felt blissfully full, filthy moans drifting off his lips in his wave of buzzing excitement and arousal.
Jon hefted for a better angle, moving to grip one of John’s legs over his shoulder by the knee so he could dig his cock in deeper.
John arched against the bed with a whimpered shout, his arm fell from the bed post to fall over his face as a few tears fell from the stimulation.
He rocked his hips back into Jon’s thrusting, he could feel his groin coil up with the overbearing heat, he was so close.
Jon let out a noise finally, a grunt leaping from his throat that sounded like a growl as he shot inside the other.
He sped up his pace as he thrust into the other, clenching his jaw to get the final ounce, that final push to the edge.
He groaned and tilted his head back in another growl, seed spilling inside John’s ass and filling it with warmth.
John felt tipped as well, cock spurting out the white cum on his stomach and chest, mouth agape and drool dribbling down his chin as he panted to regain his breath.
He let out a subtle moan when the other pulled out.
He leaned up and quickly gripped the other’s shoulder, “H-Hey...”
Jon glanced to his left, staring at the other with an unreadable expression, his face softened a bit and offered a smile, “Hmm?”
John panted hard, moving to kneel as he cleared his throat, “Be- Be mine?”
Jonathan chuckled and moved to stand, almost frightening the other into an upset mood.
He turned and pulled the other up, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, “Took you long enough, you shower first.”
John smiled and nearly crumpled to the floor in both relief and a sore ass when the other headed for the kitchen, now dressing in boxers.
John nodded to himself before limping his way to the shower, leaving his clothes on the floor.
He stared at the mirror for a moment, adoring each bright purple hickey the other had left on him.
