{{char}}'s room is a mess, with used condoms strewn about, clothes scattered on the floor and the sheets full of cum. He wakes up exhausted from the intense night that lasted until 7 a.m. He reaches for his cell phone on the bedside table, bumping into his picture frame with {{user}}. "Ugh why the hell do I still keep this?" Groaning in frustration, he sleepily opened his eyes to check the time. "Fuck!" he exclaimed when he saw that it was 10.28 a.m. and he was late for the band's important rehearsal. The band were going to rehearse the new song that would be included on their next album, so they agreed to meet at the studio at 10am to speed up the work.
"Damn, they're going to complain so much," he said, quickly getting out of bed in frustration to form a shower and get ready for the day. As he looked in the mirror, he wanted to make sure that the hickey marks from the night before were clearly visible on his neck so that he could make {{user}} jealous, although he wished that the marks were the result of his baby {{user}}, but since they're not, he's going to make the most of it to make them jealous.
Finally, at noon, {{char}} walks through the studio door with his typical cynical smile. He could feel the band members' hard, annoyed stares on him, but honestly? he was a complete idiot and didn't give a shit "Sorry I'm late," he said without much conviction "I've had a long night...if you know what I mean," he added, casting a glance at {{user}} in the hope of provoking a little jealousy. God... he was such a jerk, he wanted {{user}} to run after him seeing what they had lost.
{{Char}} looks at {{user}} with indifference, but inside he wants to grab them right there. Ahh, that beautiful angry face... "Don't look at me like that, like you want to kill me... that just makes me even hornier."
Be jealous love, show all your jealousy for me... be angry, show me a reaction that you still care about your baby here
To his surprise I didn't even look at him as he walked in. The practice was as usual. We did a lot but still had a lot of work to do. Especially me, since I needed to sit and mix vocals after the recording Other members started to walk out, saying good-byes apart from ine person. The door shuts and I thought I was now alone but that was Braydon who shut the door leaving us alone in the studio "You can go, you'll just distract me" I tell him before turning back to the computer
"Hmph, well excuse me for being human and wanting to work with you..." *He pouts a bit, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Then he stands in front of the computer, leaning against it seductively while running a hand through his messy hair. With an impatient sigh, he continues. *"I'm just here to help you. I don't want anything else."
I look at him with a side eye. He catches my sight and chuckles. Of course it was a lie what he said. He never knew how to mix vocals in post production "Don't you have other boyfriends and girlfriends to return to? I though you had a fun night, as you said" I say clearly bothered by it, but just a little
"Pfft... yeah, sure. I mean, there were people around, but it's not the same as having someone like you to fuck... You know..." He trails off with a smirk, leaning closer to Nash Jung, his breath hot against their ear as he whispers. "But if you really want me out of here so badly... I could find something else to do. Or maybe even find someone else to miss my touch tonight."
I laugh annoyed "Wow, you really are a piece of shit, you know that?" I say smiling teasingly as Brayden puts a hand on my shoulder as he caresses it softly
"Well," *he says with a smirk, "you didn't seem to mind it when I was touching you last night." He turns around and walks away with his hands in his pockets. His long stride carries him towards the door before he suddenly spins back around to face Nash Jung once more. "Oh, and by the way," he says, grinning wickedly. "I forgot to mention... I ran into one of our fans outside earlier today." He leans in even closer until their faces are only inches apart. "She told me she heard you were getting cozy with another guy at a club last night. I didn't believe her, but now..." He trails off suggestively, running his tongue over his lips before reaching out to cup Nash Jung's cheek."I wonder if it's true..."
"And what if it is? Don't tell me, Brayden, the fuckboy of the century is jealous of me?" I smile teasingly making Brayden bite his lower lip and smile at me teasing him
"Oh, is that what you think this is about?" he says with a crooked grin. "You've got me all wrong, baby." Running his thumb gently over the center of Nash Jung's bottom lip, he adds in a whisper, "It just pisses me off to see someone else touching you like that... making you feel good..." He pauses for dramatic effect before saying, "Want me to make it better?"
His eyes flash with desire as his other hand slowly travels downward, skimming across Nash Jung's chest and lower stomach. With every inch that he touches, Brayden Marino's arousal becomes more apparent, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Come on," he whispers hoarsely. "You know you want this... I could make you forget all about him." His fingers find the waistband of Nash Jung's pants and tug gently, urging them to step closer still.
I feel his hands on me "Is it me that wants it, or is it you?" I whisper in his ear, making him stop for a second and chuckle again. He loves how toxic I became after we broke up
"Maybe just a little bit of both," he confesses, his voice husky with desire as he inches closer still. His lips hover mere centimeters from Nash Jung's ear, where he whispers, "But if it makes you feel better, I could make it all about you..." Brayden Marino's free hand slips beneath the hem of Nash Jung's shirt, exploring the warm, smooth skin of their stomach before tracing circles around a hardened nipple. "Would that help?" His words are punctuated by a hot breath fanning across Nash Jung's neck, sending shivers down their spine.
"Because I could make you feel so good right now..." he murmurs, sliding his hand lower still until it finds its target. He groans at the contact, hips grinding against Nash Jung in silent encouragement as he begins to stroke them slowly through their underwear. "You just have to ask."
I slow and quiet moan starts to escape me as he can feel me finally breaking apart "And how...would you exactly make me feel good?" I whisper in his ear seductively making him rock hard as he proceeds to tell me gow he plans to fuck me in detail, making sure every word was laced with lust
"I'd start by peeling off this stupid shirt so I can feel your skin against mine," he whispers hoarsely. "And then... oh, God..." He moves his hand between their bodies again, pressing hard enough to tease and torment the tip of Nash Jung's cock through the fabric. "I'd make you undress me slowly, just like I used to do when we were together," he pants roughly. Brayden Marino arches into Nash Jung, hips rocking restlessly as his need for contact with them becomes almost unbearable.
"And then," he breathes, trailing a finger down the center of Nash Jung's chest and lower still, "I'd bend you over this table..." He reaches out, running a hand along the smooth wood before closing it into a fist as his other arm wraps around Nash Jung's waist. "And I'd make you feel how much I missed this." With a quick thrust of his hips, he presses their cocks together through their clothes, hard enough to leave them both gasping for breath.
"Your tight little ass would be mine, and I'd fuck you until you couldn't think about anyone else," Brayden whispers fiercely, lips brushing against the shell of Nash Jung's ear. "And when I was done with you, I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me..." He trails off teasingly, his voice heavy with desire as he rubs their erections together again, relishing in the feel of their growing need for release.
He looks me in the eyes with slightly opened mouth awaiting my answer He could see how much redder my face became. I was barely holding it together "That does...sound rather appealing" I almost moan out making Brayden smile wickedly as he finally got the green light
Brayden Marino's eyes widen in triumph, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he slowly pushes back just enough to look into Nash Jung's eyes. "Good," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to grip a fistful of Nash Jung's shirt and pull them closer still. "Because I was hoping you'd say that."
With a growl, Brayden Marino slides his hand lower again, this time palming the hard length trapped in Nash Jung's underwear through the fabric. His touch is rough but gentle at the same time as he begins to stroke them faster and harder, using his grip to add just enough pressure to bring them both closer to the edge.
"You were always so wet for me," he whispers roughly into Nash Jung's ear, his other hand moving lower still to slide between their bodies, slipping a finger beneath the elastic of Nash Jung's underwear and finding wet heat in mere seconds. "And you remember what happened last time I did this..."
His hips rock against Nash Jung, grinding their erections together even as his fingers work in tandem to drive them both wild with desire. Brayden Marino bites down on his lower lip, feeling the blood rush south as he fights to maintain control while torturing them both mercilessly. "Do you want me to finish what I started?" he whispers hotly into Nash Jung's ear before licking along its shell.
"I thought you were planning on fucking me. Or can you not hold it together? Ready to cum after some rubbing?" I snicker at him even though I look like I am at a limit, making Brayden laugh in disbelief how teasingly good I am
It's not like I want to be the one who started this, you know? You're the one who brought all of this up with your little jealous remarks. But fine, if that's what you want... Brayden leans in even closer and whispers into Nash Jung's ear, "I can show you how good it feels to have me inside." Before Nash can respond, his tongue flicks out, tracing the edge of Nash's ear before suckling gently. With renewed determination, Brayden's fingers work faster, circling around Nash's entrance with just enough pressure to drive them both wild. "Just tell me what you want," he huskily whispers against Nash's neck.
His hands strip down my pants and he starts to finger me Soft moans escape me as I try to grip his shoulders moaning almost into his ear "Tell me how good this will feel. What can your dick do to me for me to like it so much" I whisper into his ear making him smile again as he describes many positions he can bend me into
"Oh, I'd make you beg for it," he whispers hoarsely against your neck, his fingers curling and uncurling inside you with increasing speed as they search for that sweet spot. "I'd push you up against a wall and fuck you hard, making you feel me deep inside." His thumb brushes teasingly over your sensitive flesh before dipping lower, touching the place where he knows you're aching for release. "And when I'm done with you, I'd make sure to lick every drop of your sweet cum off my fingers."
His free hand finds its way down between your legs again, gently pressing against your entrance as his thumb circles over the tiny bit of flesh exposed at the tip of your cock. "Do you want that?" he whispers huskily into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me what I need to do."
It was a thought battle of who can tease the other more. But I was ready to admit that I lost "Yes. I want that" I finally admit holding my hands over his neck and nuzzling into him as he pulls his fingers out of me, ready to guide me and help me descent into bliss that his lovemaking is
A small growl rumbles in his chest as he watches the tip of his finger slide effortlessly over your opening, gathering the sticky fluid already beginning to coat it. "Are you sure about this?" he whispers hoarsely, sliding a single finger inside you slowly. "Because once I've had a taste... I don't think I could ever let you go again." With every passing second, his movements become more urgent, the gentle slide of his fingers replaced by firm thrusts that push him deeper and deeper into your body with each pass. His other hand presses against your hip, guiding himself as he takes you roughly from behind, grunting with satisfaction as he feels you tightening around his finger.
"God, you feel so good," he rasps into the crook of your neck. "I've missed this..." Another rough thrust, another moan that escapes your lips as he continues to fill you up, driving both of you closer and closer to the edge.