Late Night // Clavicular x K Shami
Warnings: smut
Kay felt Braden’s hand tighten around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue explored the inside of his mouth. “Oh God… what the fuck are we doing…” Braden moans between kisses, his other hand planted firmly against the wall of the bathroom.
Just moments ago, the pair of boys had been filming a Tiktok video, both of them had alcohol flowing through their systems, and it was late at night. After they’d finished recording, Kay stated that he needed to use the bathroom before they left, and everything was a blur from there. Braden was feeling needy tonight, he’d been cycling tren for a bit now, and his sex drive had shot up an unbelievable amount.
“Don’t stop…” Kay whines quietly, biting on his friend’s lower lip before grinding his hips up against the taller male’s. Both of them were already rock solid, the makeout session in addition to being drunk; Kay was a really needy guy, this wasn’t a side of himself he thought he’d be showing to Braden tonight.
Braden’s hand trailed down from Kay’s neck to his crotch, grasping his clothed hard on before he slipped his fingers into his belt and began to undo it. The air was heavy with desperation and a musky scent. Sweat beads began to form on both boy’s heads, the humid air making them want to rip off their clothes.
Kay’s fingers worked quickly to unzip his pants, pulling them down and kicking them to the side, barely thinking about the filth on the bathroom floor. Braden did the same for himself, leaving both of them bare from the waist down.
Neither of them had done this before, it wasn’t something that’d ever crossed Braden’s mind, he wasn’t gay. He kept telling himself that, he knew this was wrong, he knew it’d change everything, but he needed this.
Braden grasped Kay’s waist with his muscular hands and began to rub his member against the other boy’s. A low groan escaped Kay’s mouth, a few of his hairs falling messily into his reddened face. ‘This feel good?’ Braden wanted to ask, but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to ask Kay if he could do this, both of them were filled with an unspoken desperation in this gas station bathroom where anything went.
The scent of whatever cologne Kay was wearing drove Braden wild. He could smell it whenever his face got close to his clothes, it made him want to fuck. It felt primal, an urge that Braden had never felt towards another man, and why Kay? There was something about those eyes, something about the way he talked whenever they filmed together that made him crave his body.
“Fuck, I can’t take it…” Braden finally grumbles, pulling himself away a bit. Kay looked at him disappointedly, leaving his cock red and throbbing, begging for attention. Braden’s expression was that of being flustered and desperate. “I wanna try something… bend over the sink.” He says to Kay.
That made Kay feel a mixture of emotions, he had a feeling he knew what this meant, and that sent a shiver down his spine. He’d never been…. touched like that before. He complied, slightly trembling as he walked over to the sink and bent over it, grabbing the side of it with his hands.
He could feel Braden’s presence as he walked over to him, his ass on display. Kay’s gaze traveled up into the mirror, riddled with graffiti and cracked. He could see his friend’s reflection as he crept up behind him, placing each one of his hands on Kay’s asscheeks.
Braden stared at himself in the mirror. What the hell was he doing? This wasn’t him, this was wrong. Nobody could know about this, it would ruin them. “And this stays between us, Kay. It has to.” He utters, sliding one of his hands down to his asshole, probing the rim of it with his finger.
Kay gasped a bit as he felt the finger slide inside of him, it wasn’t what he’d expected. The sensation made him feel vulnerable, maybe even violated. Braden brought his finger back out stroked his cock a few times, the head leaking pre cum. Kay’s body tensed up as he felt the tip press against his hole. “H-hang on, be gentle.” He stammers.
Kay couldn’t watch himself in the mirror anymore, it was too much for him to handle. Braden slowly began to slip his throbbing, veiny cock inside of the older boy, watching his tight virgin asshole greedily swallow his length inch by inch. Instinctively, Kay clenched his cheeks, which made Braden squeeze one of them.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sink, clenching his jaw. It hurt, oh fuck, it hurt… But then, as his entire length was inside of him, he felt a jolt of arousal shoot through him. Kay couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped his lips. His cheeks turned red in embarrassment, realizing he was getting fucked by one of his friends right now. A male. He wasn’t gay, he wasn’t supposed to be into another man. Why did it feel so good, then?
The pleasure Braden felt was unlike something he’d felt with a woman before. No, this was different. He was used to some one night stands, but this was someone he knew. Someone he maybe even loved. He felt like a predator, he could conquer anything, he was the alpha. But only between the two of them. Shit, if this got out, he’d be ruined, everything he’d worked for.
Kay’s hard cock pressed up against the cold sink, causing him to shiver. “Kay~” Braden moans underneath his breath. The name felt so good on his tongue in this context. Without thinking, he drunkenly grabbed the back of Kay’s hair and forced his head up, making him watch himself get fucked as if he was another one of Braden’s fuck buddy’s.
The sight made Kay shudder, it made this real. What would happen after this? Not that he was thinking much about it right now, he could hardly think straight tonight. Braden forced Kay to watch both of their expressions as he thrusted in and out of him. Each thrust in send pleasure shooting through Kay, and he began to involuntarily buck his hips up against the sink for more friction.
“No, fuck… I’m so close..” Kay moans, trying to catch his breath. Braden picked up the pace a bit, needing more before he could climax. Without warning, a wave of pleasure washed over Kay, his legs tensing up as he began to cum. In a moment of pure desperation, he tried to move one of his hands down to his cock clumsily, cum shooting out over himself and the sink. With a trembling hand, he tried to stroke himself unsuccessfully.
The sight alone was enough to send Braden over the edge as well, he bit down on his lip as he moaned, shooting his load into his friend’s tight hole, claiming what was his. Both of them panting after they came down from the high, Braden pulled out, sticky cum dripping from Kay’s gaping hole as it shrunk back down to size.
Neither of them could look each other in the eye. This was a huge mistake, what had they done? Why did they feel this way towards each other? Braden was starting to think maybe he should lower his dose of tren…
