Brallon Oneshots

Bad Neighbors (pt. 2)

I pushed my leg up a bit, causing the boy beneath me to gasp, giving my tongue access to his mouth. I moved on of my hands from his waist to under his shirt and sweater. His body was warm under the layers of clothing, and his thin frame fit perfectly against my hands. His eyes fell shut as I moved my leg higher and placed pressure between his legs. He let out a breathy whimper that made my head cloud with only thoughts of lust. I didn't even care about my gig tomorrow or about my bandmates showing up in an hour.

I pulled slightly back for a moment and moved my hands down to his hips. "I want you to lean forward and kiss me," I whispered darkly, before stepping back a bit. He looked at me with a confused look in his deep brown eyes. "Dallon, I don't-" he started, but I moved forward and spoke in a more authoritative tone. "Now, brat," I said l, just loud enough for him to hear. He took in a stuttered breath and lightly pressed his lips against my own. "Again," I told him, lust taking over my mind completely. His tongue darted out and wet his lips slightly before pushing his lips to mine forcefully. I felt a tightness in my chest as I put my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him in closer.

I bit into his bottom lip and let one of my hands wander to the front of his pants. I attached my lips to his neck, before speaking softly into his ear. "If I cancel rehearsal, will you join me inside?" Brendon craned his neck to the side and knitted his eyebrows together. "Doll, I need an answer," I told him softly, as I moved my lips lower on his neck. I sucked lightly and waited for a response. I could tell that his voice was caught in his throat as he nodded. "Use your words, sweetheart," I said smoothly. "I'll come inside with you either way," he spoke slowly, gasping as I pulled him inside my house and pushed him against the doors to the closet in my laundry room. "Oh thank god," I laughed lowly, and took off my shirt.

"Baby, let's get you out of those clothes," I crooned, helping the dazed boy in front of me lift his arms and remove the sweater he had over his button down. He fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt and moaned softly when I tore open the shirt and discarded it on the floor. I lifted him up and set him on my washing machine, continuing to kiss him, moving from his lips, to his neck, to his chest. He placed his hands on the back of my head and tangled his fingers in my hair. "D-Dallon," he whimpered. I hummed against his skin, making him shiver.

I kissed back up his chest and ran my thumb over his bottom lip. "Can we take this to my bedroom," I asked, my eyes meeting his. I could see the lust clouded behind his gaze as he quickly nodded and pushed his lips on mine. "I can't wait to watch you fall apart," I whispered against into the kiss. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I picked him up off the washing machine and kissed at his shoulders and collarbone as I stumbled to my bedroom. I laid him on my bed and kicked off my Vans, socks, and skinny jeans. Once I was down to my boxers, I got on the bed and crawled over him. "Please," he whispered, almost no sound leaving his lips.

I bit my lip and kissed the corner of his mouth, trailing down to kiss at his throat. He let out a stuttered sigh, as I stayed there and paid more attention to that spot. My mouth moved down his chest to the skin right above the waistband of his khakis. I looked up at him through my lashes and watched as his thin fingers unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, slowly sliding them to his ankles. I removed his shoes, socks, and pants and tossed them to the floor. He whined as I placed my lips on his thighs, my teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. "Dallon, please just-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence as I started palming him through his briefs. He let himself fall back onto a pillow and looked at me through hooded eyes.

"Please what, doll," I asked, my teeth toying at the band of his briefs. "Please touch me, Dallon," he whined. "Bren, do me a favor, yeah?" He nodded, hanging on my every word. "Make a lot of noise for me," I told him, pulling down his underwear with my teeth and taking him in my mouth. He arched his back as his fingers found their way to my hair. His eyes fluttered shut as his dick hit the back of my throat. "Ah, feels s-so good, Dall," he moaned, squirming beneath me as I held his hips down with my arm. I hummed, the sound sending vibrations through his body. I flicked my tongue over his tip, causing him to try and buck his hips further into my mouth. "Calm down, baby. We're not done here. Would you care to return the favor," I spoke as I ran my hands up and down his flushed chest.

He moved to down to where I was on the bed and pushed me onto the pillows, pulling down my boxers with his delicate fingers. I saw him subconsciously lick his lips as I put a hand on the back of his head and guide him to my dick. He planted small kisses at my happy trail and down to my tip. I wasn't one for teasing so I threaded my fingers through his hair and put my dick in his open mouth. I fucked into his mouth, groaning deeply as he looked up at me through his eyelashes with such innocent looking eyes.

He tapped on my thigh with one hand and I immediately stalled. He moved back, a string of spit gracing his lips, grabbed my hand, and started sucking on three of my fingers while pumping me with his free hand. I watched him in a daze as his beautiful mouth worked its magic. "Come to me, doll," I said, struggling to maintain my dominance in the midst of my feelings of pleasure. He crawled up to me, and I grabbed his face in my hands, kissing him roughly. I had one hand on his cheek and one finger circling his hole. He pushed back onto my finger, whimpered as my long finger stretched him. By the third finger, he was a moaning mess. I quickly flipped us over so that I was over him and his back was on the bed.

I reached to my bedside drawer and took out a bottle. Brendon grabbed it from my hands and poured some lube into his hand, skillfully slicking me up. I groaned at the action as he guided my dick to where I could push into him. I hummed as I felt him around me. "Dall, w-wait," he stopped me before I could move. "Yeah, doll, what's the matter?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Just please don't be too rough. I-I'm not very um ex-experienced," he nearly whispered the last part.  I felt my heart lurch at the almost worried expression on his face. "I've got you, Bren. I'll go slow," I told him. He nodded, and I saw some of the concern leave his face. "Am I okay to move?" He held onto my arm and nodded again.

I carefully moved in and out of him and relished in the pleasure of feeling him around me and getting to watch him fall apart beneath me. His eyebrows were knitted together as I hit the certain bundle of nerves in him. He gasped and held tighter onto my arm. I kept thrusting into him and listening to the sweet sounds coming from his lips. I moved him so he was sitting up against the headboard and kissed him deeply. "Oh my gosh," he muttered against my lips. "D-Dallon, I'm close," he whimpered, leaning his head back. "I know, honey. I am too," I spoke softly to him. I was out of breath and had my forehead rested against his. I attached my lips to his neck, making him let out high breathy moans. "Brendon, you're so beautiful. Oh god, baby, you're so pretty," I told him, pumping my hand on his dick quickly. He climaxed with a moan and let his head loll back against the headboard as I finished inside him.

"Oh my gosh," he whispered as I laid him down onto the pillows. I went to grab a cloth to clean him up with when I heard a soft whine come from his blissed out lips. "Kiss me, please, Dall," he asked. I leaned down and connected our lips sweetly. "I'll be right back, doll. I need to grab a cloth to clean you up." He nodded and let me go. I ran to the bathroom closet and got a wet cloth for the sweet boy in my bed. As I began cleaning him up, he connected our lips again, his hands roaming up my chest. I was in ecstasy until I heard a gasp behind me and turned to see my bandmates standing in my doorway and staring with wide open mouths at the scene in front of them, me naked in bed, making out with my uppity neighbor. Luckily, Brendon's modesty was covered by a blanket, but I wasn't so fortunate. "Uh, hey, guys. Practice is canceled tonight. I'll see you tomorrow," I said to my bandmates, ignoring the fact that they had basically caught me in the act. "Yeah, we'll see you tomorrow, Dallon," the drummer said. "Thanks, guys," I said as they left the room. "Now, beautiful, where were we," I smirked, pushing my lips against Brendon's once again. This felt right.
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A/N
Someone requested a second part for this a while ago and wanted it to be smut, so here it is. I tried my best. It's kinda mature in comparison to most of my other one shots, but oh well. Thanks for reading 💖
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