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We're owl exterminators

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Make Dirty Love

Make Dirty Love
Pairing: Ian Watkins/Luke Johnson
Rating: NC-17
POV: Luke
Warnings: Just sex
Notes: I blame them both wearing the same tee (the pics are taken at the same thing so I assume it's seperate tees.

"So, he got you too huh?" At first I didn't get what Ian meant, then he pointed at our matching shirts. Sean had insisted I wear the Dirty Love tee he gave me, to the point where he actually gripped my tee and pulled it off. He had no boundaries did Sean and no one, myself included, cared when he crossed them.

I nodded in response. "Yeah, he was insistant."

Ian nodded, looked from side to side, then behind him before leaning close. "Well, do you?"

"Do I what?" I asked, slightly confused. I swore these Welshmen were all the same, strange and random.

He leaned a little closer aand whispered in my ear, running a hand down my chest. "Make dirty love." I shivered slightly at his words, his fingers cupping my crotch. I swallowed slightly, not knowing what to say but my dick reacted to his touch. "Come with me." He took my hand and pulled me into our dressing room. Thankfully, it was empty.

Ian twisted the door's lock and then came over to me, licking his lips. The second he was in front of me he leaned forward and covered my lips with his. This wasn't the first time I'd been kissed by a guy, although it was the first time Ian had. I parted my lips a little, letting his tongue push into my mouth. His hands stroked my sides, his body pressed against mine, so close that I could feel his erection against my thigh. "I want you." He whispered breathlessly when he finally seperated from my lips, his own slightly shiny. "Fuck me."

I swallowed slightly at his words, considering it for a few moments before nodding. I couldn't exactly say no. And, besides, Ian was undeniablely attractive and I'd had boners thinking of him before now. He smirked, kissed me lightly, then began undoing his flies. He pushed his jeans down his legs quickly, black boxers following them down to his ankles. My eyes gazed at the gun tattoos on his hips, the barrels of which pointed straight towards his hard cock. I wet my lips a little.

He stepped out of his clothes and sank to his knees before I could do anything. His fingers undid my belt, pulling it free then he took my fly between his teeth and pulled it down slowly. I tangled my fingers in his jet black hair, guiding him to my own stiff member, which was freed when he pulled my underwear down. My cock practically slapping him in the face. He latched onto the side of my dick sucking along the shaft, shifting to another place every few moments. I groaned at every movement he made, especially when his tongue flicked against my engorged flesh. It seemed to me that he was just being an infuriating tease. Eventually he did stop the teasing, wrapping his soft lips around my cock head, steadily taking the shaft down his throat. "Fuck!"

He smiled around me. I didn't see it as my head was tipped back against the wall, but I could certainly feel it. He started humming as he began bobbing his head, causing me to groan and grip tighter onto his soft locks. His tongue lapped at my underside, making my eyes lid and soft moans leave my lips. Fuck, he was so good. He'd clearly done this before. A lot. I groaned softly, my hips bucking up slightly.

All too soon his lips left me, making me grunt in annoyance until I remembered he wanted me to fuck him. I couldn't very well do that if I came down his talented throat. So he stood up, smiled and licked his wet lips. "Want me me to finger you?" The words tumbled from my lips and I felt my cheeks burn as I realised just how fucking stupid that sounded.

"It's ok." He whispered a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. He reached behind himself and grunted softly as he removed something from his ass. It was a plug, deep purple and about 3 inches long. I blinked slightly in surprise. Had he known that he was going to do this in advance? At my questioning look he smiled and shrugged. "You can never be too careful when Sean's around."

I chuckled softly, then decided to take control. I gripped onto him and pushed him so he was bent over the room's counter. He groaned, but seemed content to let me do what I wanted as long as he got my dick up his arse. I spread his cheeks with one hand holding the base of my cock with the other, running it along his cleft. I stilled for a few seconds, watching his opening twitch eagerly. I teased my head along it slightly for a few moments, then pushed it into him. He gripped tighter onto the counter, some of the stuff on it falling over as I started to move, thrusting steadily inside him.

I tangled my fingers in his hair again gripping it tight and pulling his head back to expose his neck. I bent over him, leaning into the crook of his neck, just inhaling his scent as I moved. Perhaps I should have said something, about how wonderful he felt or how I was going to fuck the shit out of him but the words wouldn't come. It was probably for the best. I was absolutely shit at dirty talk, so I let my hips do the talking. I began fucking him rather harshly, crashing my hips against his fleshy cheeks. At the same time, I yanked his head to one side, nipping and kissing along the expanse of his neck.

I slipped my hand under his top, only realising now that we were still wearing the tee's Sean had given us. I reached up under his and grasped his right nipple between my fingers, twisting and pinching it to make him groan more. Thank fuck he didn't have sensitive nipples that made him giggle like an idiot. That had been a total mood killer. I let go of him, my hand drifting to his other nipple to give it the same treatment. I returned my hand to his side then, gripping it tight while I fucked him. I'd slowed down while giving his nipples attention. I wasn't terribly great at multitasking during sex.

When I returned my full attention to pounding him, I truly went for it. The force of my thrusts caused things to fall off the counter onto the floor. Thankfully there was nothing breakable on there, else I'd have had to avoid shards of glass post-orgasm which wasn't something I wanted to do. If I'd took him over the other counter I'd have had to deal with that and peanut butter over the floor. "Wank." I growled in his ear, the most words I'd managed to make since sliding my dick into his tight, inviting heat. He released his grip on the counter and reached between his legs, stroking himself rapidly. Part of me wished we were in a differenet position so I could see it, but I didn't want to change it now. I was too close to pull out just to flip him over. Next time maybe. And I knew there would be a next time. I'd make sure of it.

"Fuck... harder Luke, so close." He groaned softly, pushing back against me and squeezing tightly.

I bit my lip, then whispered softly in his ear, "I want you to cum Ian, you dirty slut." He moaned and I turned his head towards the room's mirror. "Look at yourself. Whore." I swallowed slightly, slamming hard into him. "I want you to squirt over the tee and wear it onstage so everyone can see you for the slut you are." I had no idea where this shit was coming from, but it seemed to work on him. I both heard and felt him shoot over himself, my eyes lidding at the feeling of his increased tightness. "Good boy."

I thrust into him a few more times, feeling him go slightly limp and brace himself with both hands. I came deep inside of him just a few thrusts after he had, groaning his name against his ear.

I pulled out of him and scanned the items on the floor. After a few seconds I found the plug, pushing it back inside him. He moaned softly at the entrance, which made my softening dick twitch. "Come on, we should get ready to go." Ian nodded and I went to put on my jeans, noting that the door was slightly open. Strange. I shook my head and pulled my jeans up, noting Ian was doing the same. I kissed him quickly and smiled, redoing my belt. "We'll have to do that again." He nodded slightly and smiled, panting softly. I could tell from his expression we would.
Tags: fic, ian watkins, ian watkins/luke johnson, lostprophets, luke johnson, slash
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