Pairing: Jay James/Matt Tuck
Notes: Finally, the last xmas fic is done! Woo! Next year I am not doing this. If I say I will, you're allowed to shoot me. This is for VanityReyven
The best thing about being alone with Matt was that I could actually get him to shut up. Sometimes that was with a gag, makeshift, ring or ball. Other times it was with my hand covering his mouth or my dick down his throat. Right now it was a latter.
To me that was the best use for Matt's mouth. During interviews he had a tendancy to drone on and onstage he ghad sole control of the mic between songs. I tolerated it though because he was a pretty good cocksucker. Padge and Moose thought the same as I did, though I made it clear that he was mine first.
I fisted my hand in Matt's hair, forcing him down on my cock. He was naked, the way he should be. All he had on was a harness around his waist which served a dual purprose to hold the butt plug inside him and keep the cock ring tight around his dick. When he was with me he didn't cum, simple as. If he wanted to he could wank himself on his own time. There were a few times when I had let him shoot, though those were few and far between.
I growled as I watched him, keeping my grip on his hair and forcing him up and down my length. His lips stretched around my cock, looking all spit-slick and almost sexy. I forced his head back down, groaning as I felt the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. His tongue was lapping at the underside of my length, it being the only thing he could do to help get me off. "Yeah, suck it bitch."
I groaned low in my throat, thrusting my hips to meet his lips as I moved his head. I debate where I wanted to cum. Down his throat, over his whore face or somewhere else. I knew I didn't have too long to decide. I could pull out and fuck his arse, but that would require shifting him around, undoing the harness and removing the plug from him. In short it was too much hassle. That, and I wasn't too keen on him getting pleasure and my cock slamming into his spot qualified as that. So instead, I kept ahold of his head and fucked his face.
I kept my gaze on him, smiling a little at the way his saliva covered my dick whenever I pulled him back. I growled, his eyes flickering up to me at the sound. He looked so needy and desperate, you could see it in his eyes. He probably wanted to cum, but I'd make sure he wouldn't. Not for awhile.
I groaned low in my throat again and moved him a little faster, feeling myself start to shoot down his throat. "Fuck, take it whore." I whispered, not sure he even heard but not exactly caring if he did or not. I felt him swallow around me as I started to soften, before slipping out of his mouth with a pop. "Mmmm, good whore." I smiled and released his hair, rubbing my cock over his lower face.
"Thank you sir." He whispered, voice soft and breathless. Soon, he'd be quiet again, for awhile anyway. I stretched my arms out, then went to get one of the gags, just to be sure he'd stay quiet.