the milk fic - gangsta style

(quick author note) this is a re-upload bc wattpad deleted it for some reASONN bUt this bitch is bAcK nOw so enJoY ya hEckRs ;)

Ryan was kneelin up in tha bathtub, a towel under his knees n' another under his hands, his head turned as his schmoooove ass craned his neck ta peep Brendon working. Da younger pimp swirled tha spoon round up in tha over-pimpin' bowl before tappin it against tha rim n' layin it on tha counter n' shit. "Yo ass know it'll def down a lil once I git it up in tha bag yo, but is dat good?" Brendon bent over next ta tha tub so Ryan could slowly dip two fingers tha fuck into tha bowl, noddin once.

"It aint nuthin but fine."

Brendon nodded again, reachin up ta stroke Ryanz afro before standin back up n' returnin ta tha sink, where all of tha shiznit was spread out. Da hook was already hangin from tha shower curtain so Brendon could hang tha bag as soon as dat shiznit was full. "Go ahead n' take tha plug out, baby." His voice was soft, gentle. "And start wit yo' fingers."

Dat shiznit was tha gentlest of they "darker" interludes. No name-callin or afro pullin or punishments fo' noisez of pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it hurt enough on itz own, was degradin enough on itz own, Brendon didn't need ta add anythang ta that.

Brendon felt a lil' small-ass tremor run all up in his body as dat schmoooove muthafucka heard tha soft moan comin from tha bathtub, knew tha other pimp had just extracted tha plug yo. Dude glanced up all up in tha mirror, watchin tha pimp set tha glass plug on tha edge of tha tub next ta tha forty of lubricant. Ryan picked up tha bottle, desperate ta fill his dirty ass as he opened it, drippin a shitload of tha lubricant onto his wild lil' fingers n' rubbin dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Dat shiznit was cold ta tha initial touch yo, but warmed up as his wild lil' fingers moved.

"Yo ass is so fuckin bangin' like that, baby," Brendon purred, from tha sink where tha bag was nearly half full. "Now, go ahead."

Ryan flushed warm from tha compliment, his wrist slidin down along his waist, hipbone, tha curve of his thugged-out ass fo' realz. And then his wild lil' fingers was poised, restin against his wild lil' fuckin entrizzle before pressin in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude was already loose from tha plug so dat shiznit was a easy as fuck intrusion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch yo. Dude didn't even bother wit mo' lubricant before pressin a third finger in, beatboxin outright all up in tha stretch yo. Dude started as dat schmoooove muthafucka heard tha click from Brendon hangin tha bag. "Already?"

"Don't sound so pissed tha fuck off," tha pimp chided softly. "Yo ass can keep yo' fingers up in fo' a second." Dude almost added a soft 'supa-ho' yo, but stopped his dirty ass. Brendon leaned down, reachin fo' tha forty of lubricant, lettin his dirty ass hover over Ryan fo' a moment, his breath ticklin tha back of tha boyz neck. "Just be thinkin bout every last muthafuckin thang I be bout ta do after," da thug whispered before straightenin back up n' slickin lube across tha tip of tha nozzle n' his own fingers. "Okay."

Ryan whined yo, but slowly pulled his wild lil' fingers up anyway yo. Dude wasn't empty fo' longer than all dem seconds, Brendonz fingers immediately slidin over his openin before pressin in, then pullin up ta press up in tha tip of tha nozzle. "Breathe," he murmured, fingers hustlin down tha boyz spine. "I be goin ta now, aiiight?"

"Wait," Ryan choked out.

"I be goin ta now," Brendon repeated, voice a lil harder dis time. "Yo ass is fine." Dude kept his wild lil' fingers hustlin along tha boyz spine as he loosened tha clamp.

Ryan bit his bottom lip, beatboxin as he felt tha straight-up original gangsta rush of tha warm gin n juice slidin tha fuck into his body. Da beginnin of tha enema was always like Brendonz fingers was now, smooth n' soft almost. Da cramps would come soon enough yo, but Brendonz fingers would still be tha same.