#dom!j

josh scribbles something, rubs at his eyes and leans back to stretch, arms over his head and feet planted firmly on the floor.

tyler squeaks, wraps his arms tighter around josh’s shoulders. “d-daddy…”

“hm?” josh hums, passes a hand down tyler’s belly, just above where his cock is laying flat against his skin.

“how much longer?” tyler sounds like he might break apart at the seams.

“5 more papers.”

the boy in josh’s lap makes a strangled, disgruntled sound and josh immediately bucks his hips, fucks his cock up into tyler 3 times in quick succession.

tyler wails, but josh ignores him. “is my boy saying he doesn’t wanna warm his daddy’s cock anymore? after he promised he’d do it for however long it took me to grade these papers?”

a warm gush of air cascades past tyler’s red, chapped lips as his eyes roll back. “…no. ’m not saying that. i’ll be good, i’ll…i’ll behave.”

“jesus, you’re just so hot. fuck - josh, deeper. harder, i-”

josh claps a hand down over brendon’s lips, feels them still moving under his palm. “do you ever shut up?” he hisses. “tyler is asleep right below us.”

brendon rolls his eyes and josh thinks it’s at him at first, then he realizes brendon’s cumming all over his stomach, milky white stripes along his abdomen and dipping into his belly button.

“is that like, a kink of yours?” josh whispers, nosing at brendon’s sweaty hairline.

tyler grunts in his sleep.

josh ghosts the pads of his fingers at the plump swell of tyler’s lax, magenta lips, then slicks one past his teeth to press softly on the middle of his tongue.

he stirs, tightens up where josh is fucking smoothly into him, and then goes still again.

tyler’s all stretched out, wrists and ankles tied to the bed as josh rubs comforting circles into one tan hip with his thumb.

his other hand is busy slipping a ribbed dildo into tyler’s ass, a smaller one between two others, fingers splaying out around tyler’s stretched hole.

“that’s the last one, baby.” with the last of the lube sticky between his fingers, josh takes tyler’s stiff cock in hand, giving a sure stroke down to his balls and squeezing. “how’s it feel?”

“t-tight,” tyler chokes, sweaty face turned into an equally sweaty bicep. his hips jump against josh’s wrist. “full.”

josh grins, soft and sweet and muted against the supple skin of tyler’s milky thigh. “time to fuck you with ‘em.”

blurry gets hard without thinking about it, and accidentally too. he and josh are on the couch - two cushions between them - watching an innocent movie when blurry starts squirming, presses a hand down over the tent in his shorts hoping josh won’t notice.

but josh, of course, does anyway. sometimes blurry thinks he has x-ray vision or eyes in the back of his head or something.

there’s a large, pale hand draped over his thigh and josh murmurs, “you wanna wait until ty gets home?”

but the pressure between his legs is pretty insistent. and josh’s eyes are so dark in the glow of the tv.

he shakes his head and climbs - slowly, hesitantly - into josh’s lap, where he starts to grind against josh’s abs. he can’t help the whine that escapes him, nor he way he starts to drool a little.

josh laps it up, tongue driving a slick line from blurry’s chin to his lips.

they kiss, and blurry feels his dick jump. or maybe that was josh’s.

josh winds up pushing both of their pants halfway off and just wrapping that same big hand around them both, spitting between them as blurry clings desperately to his shoulders and mewls.

blur cums first, splatters the hem of josh’s shirt milky white as he works his hips against those thick fingers. he’s left, red-faced and panting, to watch as josh finishes, cock throbbing beside blurry’s as he throws his shaved head back and shouts.

timid, as josh is coming down, blurry lists forward and gives little kitten licks to josh’s jaw, the side of his neck, over the shell of his ear.

it’s all wet between them, josh’s hand twitching where he still holds them together.

josh starts laughing, giggling really, shying away from blurry’s licking before coming back in with a nuzzle to his temple. “was that okay?”

“yeah…” blurry swallows, breath stale in his mouth. he wants to kiss josh, but doesn’t dare. “f-for you?”

josh always gets hard when he hears it. which is especially dangerous because tyler has picked up the horrible habit of leaning over during interviews and whispering it to him when no one else is paying attention.

tyler’s lips brushing his ear, tyler’s blunt beautiful fingers resting on the seam of his jeans. josh has to cross his legs and squeeze his thighs together to keep from popping a boner.

scratch that. he definitely has a boner - he just has to keep his legs crossed to keep anyone from seeing it.

anyone but him and tyler, of course.

because tyler’s looking down, biting at his lip, and then glancing back up, fingers dancing along josh’s leg.

josh catches his hand and stares at him, at those sinful eyes, the way his pretty lip is still caught between his teeth. “stop.”

“but i thought you liked being called that,” tyler says knowingly. his voice is hushed as the guy behind the camera fucks around with the cords. “my big boy, my big daddy, yeah?”

“tyler.”

“what? what’re you gonna do?” tyler snatches his hand from josh’s grip and grins. “’s my big boy gonna punish me with his big dick when we get back to the bus?”

aw what a sweetheart, sweaty and shaking all over as blurry presses the hitchi to his balls and grins up at him.

“please, no, daddy,” he begs, pulls at the restraints keeping him tied to the bed. “’m gonna…’s not gonna be good, oh gosh, i…nnh, daddy!”

but blurry just keeps pushing, swirling the vibrator around as josh jerks him off, feels him twitch as he starts to cum.

his eyes roll back and he makes a little tired sound and then goes still, cock drooling all over josh’s hand, spasming in his fingers even though he’s not conscious anymore.

“blur,” josh says, lets go of tyler’s cock and pets his clean hand through tyler’s hair. “you can stop.”

“did he-”

“yeah.”

he’s such a sight, squirming and shaking and ultimately spilling all over his belly as josh rubs his nipples.

josh gasps, not expecting his boy to actually cum like that, and tyler sobs, taking josh’s wrist and pushing his hand low.

josh is able to wrap a hand around tyler’s spurting dick for the last couple of ropes to land on tyler’s stomach.

but he still apologizes, stretches out beside tyler and kisses him, mutters, “’m so sorry, ty. i didn’t mean-”

“it’s okay,” tyler interrupts. his breath hitches and he licks his lips. “i-i’m okay. but…later, can…can you make me cum for real? no teasing, please?”