#cc!darryl

-Brat Q x gentle dom Bad is the superior dynamic between them.

-Bonus points for Q actually settling down and being super soft for Bad on occasion, mostly when he's sick or tired.

-Hair pulling kink all around, both of them like pulling hair and having their hair pulled.

-Praise wins out over degradation most the time, even when Q is actively trying to rile Bad up and see when he'll snap.

-Lots of body worship from both of them, though most the time it's from Bad and a lot of praise.

-I can absolutely see a daddy and/or sir kink between them.

-A lot of sleepy, morning sex.

-Spooning is one of their favorite sex positions in general.

-Riding is also a favorite for them.

-Occasionally, Q will dom a bit. (Mostly just riding Bad with orgasm delay/denial)

To say that Skeppy didn’t expect this would be an understatement. For a while, he never even thought he’d be able to meet Bad in person. Let alone the current situation he found himself in. He’d never expected to end up in just his boxers, laid on his back on Bad’s bed. It was comfortable, but that wasn’t where it ended. Bad’s weight laid heavy on him in a really good way, lips were attacking his skin. But the biggest curveball was Bad’s hand between his thighs. 

Fingers rubbed firmly against him through his boxers and he knew a wet spot was quickly forming there. Teeth sank into his neck and his whole body jolted in response, groaning quietly at the pleasure rushing through him. His own fingers tightened into Bad’s hair a bit, enjoying having enough to grab there now. The new look was handsome and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t doing something to him. Maybe that was how they ended up in this situation. But as Bad’s fingers pressed just right into his clit, he couldn’t bring himself to mind it. It wasn’t how he expected to spend his day, but he wasn’t the type to complain about a good thing. 

“I need to cum,” Skeppy whined and it was Bad’s turn to feel a wave of warmth fill him. His hips jerked as he rubbed against the other man a bit harder and Skeppy groaned just at that. Bad’s cock pressed against him, letting him feel almost every inch. Even through fabric, he could tell that the other man was long and thick. And he wondered what it’d feel like pressing into him. He pulled away from Skeppy’s throat, abandoning the skin now littered with marks in favor of kissing his lips for a moment. It was desperate and sweet, and ended long before Skeppy was ready for it to. 

But he didn’t have much time to complain before Bad was slipping down between his legs instead. Hands forced his thighs apart slightly, a small kiss being pressed to his lower stomach just above the hem of his boxers. One thumb continued rubbing over his clit, only making him wetter. Skeppy’s cheeks burned red from embarrassment, suddenly more aware of how excited he was now that Bad could actually see the spot forming. If Bad noticed, he didn’t say anything about it. He simply moved to drag his boxers down over his hips and Skeppy’s breath caught in his throat at that. 

He knew it was coming, but the first small lick still caught him off guard. Part of him wanted to protest and tell Bad to give him a bit of warning first, though he didn’t think this was something that could be eased into. It felt good anyway and he didn’t want to risk losing the feeling as quickly as it had hit him. Maybe it had just been too long since he’d been eaten out, maybe Bad was just insanely good, but he felt like he was going crazy from pleasure. Either way, he bit his lip to try and hold in his noises. It’d be embarrassing to react so quickly to such little stimulation. But Bad seemed to make it his mission to break any resolve that Skeppy was trying to maintain. 

His thighs trembled and shifted a bit as he tried to get used to the feeling, but it seemed impossible. Bad held his thighs gently and licked harder at his skin. And Skeppy swore he was about to die. Every part of their current situation was unfair and he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. He tried to focus on the feeling of Bad’s hands running over his skin, trying to keep himself composed for as long as he could. But it was quickly proving to be a pointless goal. 

Then again, what was he even trying to prove? Bad wanted him to feel good, to fall apart in his hands. He didn’t care how long it took to get him there. Skeppy closed his eyes, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to focus on being in the moment. The last thing he wanted was to get too caught up in his own head. When a noise rose in his throat, he didn’t hold it back this time. A quiet moan escaped him and Bad seemed happy he was relaxing enough to actually vocalize how he felt. 

“You feel so good,” Skeppy murmured as he readjusted himself to be a bit more comfortable. He knew Bad wouldn’t reply, would probably protest the words even if he did. As much as Skeppy had a difficult time just being taken care of, Bad had an equally hard time with praise. Especially so openly. Both of them were a bit out of their own comfort zones. But both had always found it easier to be vulnerable with one another and Skeppy couldn’t unpack all that. At that moment, he didn’t have to.  

Luckily, he didn’t have to. He could just lose himself in the pleasure, Bad holding onto him harder grounded him to the moment. A light brush against his clit brought an airier whine from him and he rolled his hips down. There really wasn’t any way he would last if Bad kept that up. But that was the point of it all, wasn’t it? Skeppy had to keep reminding himself that this was about his pleasure and chasing after it wasn’t anything he needed to be ashamed of. Not with Bad, never with Bad.