#flouwer

"I wanna fuck you," John said plainly. He smirked a bit at Paul's obviously annoyed reaction and booped his nose. His trousers were already tight as his mind had wandered into a daydream of things he would do to Paul.

Paul nudged him in the ribs and looked back to his show. "Randy bastard. I'm watching a show, Johnny. It can wait!" He scooted away a bit so John wouldn't go back to his poking. All his attention went back to what the Doctor was currently doing.

"Let's do something else then, Paulie!" John got down on his knees before Paul and clasped his hands together, pleading, "Oh please, my love, I've been so bored and alone! Won't you do something with me?"

Paul just looked past him, trying to push John's head out of the way. "John move I'm gonna miss-Great! I've missed it." He glared at John as the credits started to roll. "Thanks a lot, I was really looking forward to watching that and now you've ruined it." He couldn't help actually getting upset with John. He just hated when he acted so childish sometimes.

"Yeah yeah I'm sorry can we do something now?" John stood up and looked down at an irritated Paul McCartney, he added like the cocky bastard he was, "Can I do you?" John smirked and realized Paul could probably see the bulge in his trousers. He hoped Paul would be turned on. If not then John'd definitely have to fix that.

Paul just continued to glare at him, standing up. He could tell how turned on John was, and he figured it served him right to have to wait a bit. He'd been an annoying wanker all morning. "I'm going to make that cake. You can help me if you'd like, but little Johnny stays put away." He warned before walking into the kitchen.

"I'm not fucking little," John mumbled and followed Paul into the kitchen. When Paul bent over to get the cake pan John grabbed his arse. He grinned a cheeky grin and strutted off to fetch the flour.

Paul just shook his head angrily. He couldn't deny seeing John so horny was giving him a bit of a problem. And he was kind of cute when he acted this way. But he was still annoying. Maybe he just needed to be taught a lesson. Paul smirked to himself at the thought as he got out some other ingredients.

"Paul, catch!" John said as he tossed a small sack of flour at him. Paul caught the bag. How could he not? It split open and sprayed all over his face and shirt. John laughed hysterically, not giving a single bother about the mess.

By this point Paul was furious. Of course he would be the one stuck cleaning this up, John would do the same thing as ever, not shit. "John Winston Lennon why the hell did you have to throw that?!" He was fuming. He hated being dirty and now he would have to wash his hair for hours to get all that flour out. He threw the mostly empty bag of flour at John, frustrated and genuinely pissed off, partially because he was horny. But if John thought Paul would let him fuck him after that, he was sadly mistaken.

"Because you were paying more attention to the cake. But now you aren't! So now I can fuck you right, Paulie?" he tried as he caught the bag and tossed it to the side. He gave Macca a false-innocent smile and pulled out a pair of handcuffs he'd been keeping in his pocket, anxiously anticipating their use, "Thought we could give these a try."

Paul had to stop himself from lashing out at John. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly an idea came to him, and a grin spread over his face. He moved forward to kiss John, "Fine, Johnny. But you're cleaning this up afterwards, alright?"

"Yes, Paul. Anything for you, lovie," John said quickly as his heartbeat picked up. Paul said yes! Well, sort of; he said 'fine', but close enough! He kissed him back and placed the cuffs on the counter to caress Paul's waist with his hands, groping at the younger lad's arse.

Paul very slyly grabbed the cuffs, hiding them in his back pocket as he pushed John backwards toward the bedroom. He kept him distracted with a heated kiss. "Mmm Johnny... Want you now.." He moaned softly as he turned the doorknob, opening the door behind John. He just needed to keep him nice and distracted until he could make his move.

"Oh fuck, Paul, me too," John moaned. When they kissed he shoved his tongue into Paul's mouth. He fell back into the room when Paul turned the knob and went back to attacking Paul's mouth with his own. Paul's hair was ruffled with the flour and lust. His shirt was filthy of the flour and he took great pleasure in stripping himself if it, tossing it at John's face. John's knees hit the bed and he pressed up against Macca, enjoying their bodies being so close together.

Paul pressed himself against John hungrily. He couldn't deny that John had this way of touching him that drove him mad. He push him gently so John was laying on his back and crawled ontop of him. He straddled John's hips and leaned down to resume their kiss. "Mmmm Johnny..."

"Holy shit, Macca," John breathed and kissed him back. He momentarily broke the contact between their lips to slip out of his shirt and toss it off to the side. He reached for Paul's trousers and found the zipper, fumbling with it as he kissed him.

Paul let John get his trousers undone before he pinned his arms above his head. He leaned down and attacked John's neck, grinding to distract him as he cuffed John's hands to the headboard. When the deed was done, he pulled back and grinned.

"Paaauuuul," John whined in complaint, but also in lust. He tugged against the cuffs and felt... helplessly submissive. John Lennon, submissive. Oh fuck no that was wrong. He put his cocky smirk back on and said, "C'mon, Paulie. Let me out of these. I'll treat ya real good. C'mon, luv. I'll fuck you nice and slow."

"Oh no, Johnny boy. I'm afraid you've been far too bad this morning. You won't be doing any of the fucking today." Paul grinned, pleased with himself as he reached down to work on John's trousers.

"Oh c'mon Paul you can't be serious. You don't just top John Lennon," John said as he watched Paul's hands work at his trousers. John struggled uselessly in the cuffs and bucked up into Paul's hands as a sort of demonstration for the power he still had even cuffed to the bed.

Paul struggled to get John's trousers and pants off. "Stop...moving...you git!" He finally had John Lennon naked and cuffed up before him. He ran his hands up John's thighs teasingly. "How does it feel, hm? Being the submissive one.." He kissed a trail up John's thigh.

"Just because I'm handcuffed to a bed doesn't make me submissive," John said as he bucked his hips up again to Paul's face.

Paul came up and slapped John across the face. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to convey how genuinely pissed off he was. "Don't you get it, Johnny? You're my bitch right now, and this is punishment for how annoying you've been all morning!" He kissed him roughly, shoving his tongue down John's throat.

John moaned into the kiss and felt his cock twitch at the slap. Damn, Paul was fucking sexy. His face stung a bit and he bucked up his hips again. This time just to continue to annoy him. It was just too damn fun.

Paul slid back down and held John's hips down. It was a struggle, but Paul was stronger than he usually let on, so it didn't take long before he had John completely still. On the bed. He leaned down and placed soft kisses all around John's erection, touching everything but his cock.

John squirmed hopelessly and bit his lip hard to keep from moaning out. He fucking needed Paul. "Aah... P-Paul..." his breathing staggered and he felt himself beginning to submit to Paul.

Paul looked up, continuing his feather light kisses? "Hmm?" He could feel John's will starting to break and it thrilled him.

John bit down harder, almost sure that he'd cut his lip, but he tasted no blood. All he tasted was a need for pleasure that Paul torturously kept from him. John wouldn't break... not yet anyway.

Paul licked once, slowly up John's cock, kissing the tip. That was all the pleasure he allowed before he went back to kissing and licking the inside of John's thighs.

"Ooooh fuuck.." John moaned. That felt so ridiculously good. He needed more, he didn't know how much more of the teasing he could handle. He thrashed hopelessly in the cuffs and tried to buck into Paul's face again, but Paul was too strong. John was held firmly to the bed to be tortured with seemingly endless amounts of teasing.

Paul chuckled at John's feeble attempts at gaining control again. He spread John's legs and found his hold, flicking his tongue against it lightly. It had only happened once, Paul topping, but that had been gentle and experimental. This time would be different, Paul needed to put John in his place.

"F-fucking hell..." John whimpered. Whimpered. He couldn't help it though, his body was betraying him. More more more more.. "More.."

Paul pushed his tongue against him slightly, just barely breaching John's entrance. He moaned against John's sensitive skin, basking in the noises he was eliciting. With a bit more teasing and he'd have John Fucking Lennon begging for his cock. And boy was he going to give him a fucking to remember.

"OooOOO fuckin-" John threw his head back and moaned loudly, "Pleeeeaaaassssseee." He couldn't take it, he need the pleasure, he needed to be fucked.

"Mmm.. Please what, Johnny?" Paul asked in a sugary sweet voice. He moved up to lick John's cock again, the same as the first time. His big doe eyes looked up lustfully.

John couldn't take Paul's gaze. He looked away and muttered out, "F-fuck me." Breathing heavily he felt as if he'd go insane of all the teasing.

Paul grinned. He got up and hastily got rid of his pants, grabbing the lube from the nightstand. "Look at this, John Lennon, begging for cock." He shook his head as he stroked the oily substance onto his cock. "Mmmm..Pitiful."

John blushed and said, "Shuttup and fuck me, McCartney." He licked his lips at the sight of Paul stroking himself, longing to feel him inside him.

Paul laughed and stroked John's cheek. "You're cute when you blush, Johnny." He then lined himself up and shoved into John with no warning. He made sure not to prepare John. This was a punishment.

"Oooh FUCK!" John screamed. The pain was intense. With no preparation and limited previous experience, John's arse was thoroughly un-expectant of such an intense invasion. He tried to relax, but the pain was overwhelming. Paul felt absolutely /huge/ inside of him, that deep already.

"MmmmFuck you're so tight John! Ohhhmm... H..How does it f-feel, hmm? To be the one..getting...mmmm...fucked.." Paul mumbled. He had a tight grip on John's hips, and his head was tilted back, eyes closed, face twisted in pleasure. John felt so fucking good wrapped around his cock like that. He started to thrust a bit despite John's intensely tight grip on him.

John didn't answer, he just groaned in pain. He knew the pleasure would come soon, but it wasn't fucking coming soon enough. He tensed too much and he knew this. Trying to relax as Paul thrusted hard in and out of him, John gave into Paul and eventually relaxed some and felt his arse being roughly stretched.

Paul didn't care of John was enjoying it yet or not. He was taking his pleasure. "Ohhh god! I should...mm i should do this more often..." He dug his nails into John's hips, slamming into him hard.

"F-find my s-sweet spot, Paul..  Oh fuck.. Please," John moaned and desperately need to feel the pleasure now.

It was completely by accident that Paul happened to slip a bit, changing the angle and hitting John's spot hard. He had planned on dragging out that personal bit of punishment for a little longer. Oh well. He couldn't really bring himself to care, because the sounds John was now making were like music to his ears.

"Aaahh mmmhhhfff," John moaned wantonly and arched his back. He continued to moan and thrash like a whore as Paul fucked him. He was his whore, and, as it turned out, he loved it.

Paul leaned down and kissed John roughly as he slammed into him. He shoved his tongue down John's throat, claiming him in all the ways John usually did him. God it felt good to be the one in control. Paul took out all his frustrations on John's arse, and he fucking hoped John would be sore the rest of the day. That would teach him not to be such an insufferable wanker.

John nearly choked on Paul's tongue and even moaned wantonly into the kiss as Paul slammed into him. John could feel his orgasm approach closer and closer. He knew now not to mess around with an irritable Paul McCartney. Not unless you wanted to be cruelly fucked.

Paul groaned in satisfaction. He could tell John was getting closer. He was writhing like mad and he'd never heard him make noises like that. He thought about reaching down to stroke him, help him finish off, but that seemed too nice. No. He wanted John to cum from this brutal fucking, he wasn't going to be merciful.

"Ooh P-Paaauul.. I'm so.. close. please," John managed through gasp-y moans, "Touch me." He needed to cum. He was so close, and he knew Paul must be there too.

"N-No..." Paul groaned out, his breath coming in small pants. "Want you to... Cum from this, John... Not gonna...touch you.." He shifted a bit so he could hit that sweet spot harder. God he was so fucking close.

John groaned out and shouted as Paul hit his sweet spot hard with every thrust now. He tugged on the cuffs and wished he could wank himself, or even just hold Paul. Being submissive was mentally exhausting John was amazed how  Paul could do it for him all the time without exploding.

Paul started moaning louder, all but clawing at John as he thrusted. Fuck he was so close! He slowed down just a bit so he could better rub against John's prostate as he thrusted.

"Mmmmfuck Johnny... Oh shit... Cmon baby... S-so...so close.."

"H-harder," John demanded, feeling his orgasm inch closer and closer. But fucking fuck he wished Paul would /touch/ him! He panted and moaned,  desperate now for release. If Paul came first he knew Paul'd punish him for hours before finally letting him cum. The idea excited John and made his cock twitch as he demanded more pleasure.

Paul picked up the pace, giving in and fucking him harder. He still refused to touch him. Maybe if John had been /good/ earlier, but he'd fought Paul the whole way. No. He had to learn to behave. Still, it was getting harder and harder for Paul to hold back at all. He just wanted to fucking cum.

"C'mon, Paul why don't ya cum?" John teased through his obscene moaning. He was close, but Paul holding back pleasure from him allowed him to taunt Paul. Maybe if he got him to cum first then they'd have more fun. John moaned and made that sexy sex face he knew drove Paul mad.

Paul finally just gave in to his own needs, he rammed into John roughly, crying out a somewhat incoherent version of, 'fuck you, John.' He finally came hard, filling him up. Fine. If John wasn't ready to cum, Paul would have a hell of a fun time getting him there. He was loving this power play oh so much.

"Oooh fucking hell, Paul," John panted as he felt Paul fill him. He thought it would send him over the edge as well, but he was miserably mistaken. He groaned as Paul came and eventually pulled out of him, leaving John a writhing and needy mess.

Paul pulled back, panting. He wiped the sweat off his brow, "Fucking Christ, John. I need to do that more often." He grinned down at his lover, who was still writhing with need. "I think I need a drink, be right back, love!" He gave a cheeky wink and bounced from the room, leaving John cuffed and miserable.

"Nooo!" John wailed, "Waaaiiit!" He felt his heart beat pick up as Paul left him there. How could Paul just leave him there? He needed to cum! Thrashing and tugging miserably at the cuffs, he groaned in frustration and hopelessly awaited Paul's return.

Paul chuckled to himself as he got a glass of water. He leaned against the counter, sipping it, as he listened to John struggle helplessly. Of course he would make him cum...eventually. But it was just too much fun to mess with John. This wasn't just payback for this morning. John had this coming for a long time. He waited until the room fell silent, he could almost feel John's despair as he walked back in.

"P-Paulie, I'm sorry I'm a git. Just please... m-make me cum," John begged him already and cast him his sinfully needy gaze with pleading eyes and swollen lips. He fucking needed to be touched!

"What's this? The John Lennon, actually apologizing? I never thought I'd see the day!" He laughed, approaching him on the bed. It was so tempting to give in, to give John what he wanted. Paul always gave in. That's why he knew this time he couldn't. He settled himself between John's legs, lightly tracing his fingers up his naked thighs. "So Johnny wants to cum... But, I don't really think you deserve it. What do you think?"

John just whimpered and tensed up, forcing himself not to buck into Paul as he knew it would only make matters worse for him. He needed to get Paul to give in and please him. His thighs quivered beneath Paul's light touches and his breathing staggered.

"I asked you a question, Johnny." Paul's voice was slightly threatening, his nails dug into John's thighs a little harder. "Do you think you've been a good boy? You think I should make you cum?" Paul was leaning slightly so his warm breath hit the sensitive skin around John's cock.

"Mmh y-yes.." John lied. He knew he was a naughty bastard, but it wouldn't help him reach his orgasm. Mewling at the rough touches, he bit his lip to keep from moaning to loudly.

Paul nuzzled his face around John's cock, kissing everywhere but where he needed it most, and laughed. "Fuckin liar! You've been nothing but naughty lately, and I'm sick of it John. I don't even think I should let you cum at all today." It was an empty threat, they both knew, but Paul hoped it got the point across. He was not amused with John's antics and Paul was going to make him suffer for it, as long as he could before he'd be forced to give in to John's will.

"Paul, please.. I'm sorry. I'll be good. Pleeaasee t-touch me," John moaned and begged him. He needed release so badly. He tried his hardest not to shove himself up into Paul's face. John was a whimpering and trembling mess, cuffed to a bed and left helpless to Paul's will.

Paul grinned, thoroughly amused. He loved having this power over John, it was so...thrilling. "Like this, Johnny?" Paul finally allowed him a bit of pleasure as he took John in his hand and licked up him slowly, taking just the tip into his mouth.

"Mmmh, m-more.." John whined and squirmed on the bed. It was driving him mad!

"More? Like this?" Paul teased, running his tongue on the sensitive underside of John's cock, eliciting some wonderful noises. His hands held John's hips down firmly, so he couldn't thrash about too much.

"Mmm aah f-fuck," John moaned and felt shivers run up and down his body. He felt as if he could explode.

Paul slowly started taking John deeper and deeper, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip. He moaned softly, sending vibrations down John's cock.

"Ooh fucking hell.. Paul.. Oh fuck please!" John cried as Paul took him in torturously slowly. John used all his will to keep from bucking up and choking Paul. He trembled uncontrollably and felt so close to his sweet release, yet also so far away.

Paul chuckled to himself, having John this unhinged was simply too great. He started sucking a little more, bobbing his head slowly. His fingers slid down John's waist, quickly finding his sore, stretched hole and teasing it like mad.

John moaned loudly and wantonly, "P-Paul, I'm.. c-close!" He was. He felt as if if could cum right there. But Paul was moving too slow, he needed more.

Paul kept with his slow rhythm, his fingers found John's prostate and he rubbed against it mercilessly.

"Ooh fucK Paaauuull!" John cried out as he tumbled over the edge, spilling his spunk into Paul's mouth and thrashing spastically on the bed. Oh god it felt so good. He bucked up into Paul's mouth also causing himself to ram his prostate onto Paul's fingers.

Paul swallowed every bit, feeling thoroughly pleased with himself. He came up and grinned at John. "How was that, lover? Learned your lesson?" He licked his lips before kissing John roughly, making him taste his own spunk.

John moaned into the kiss and when they broke apart he said, "Of course not, now uncuff me." He smirked and laughed a bit.

Paul sat on top of his chest and crossed his arms, fixing John with a glare. "I think I'll leave you there, actually." Cocky bastard.

"What. No. Paul," John tried. He didn't want to be left there. He wanted to get a hold of his Macca and shove his tongue down his throat.

"Well you haven't learned your lesson, have you?" Paul got up and got dressed, ignoring John's protests. "Consider it a time out. I'll come back later to see if you've decided to be good." He got to the door and turned around, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "Unless you want to start kissing up to me right now."

"Oh come now, Paulie. You wouldn't do this. Please. I have learned me lesson. I was only joking you know. I'll be good I promise I will. Please?" John have him his big puppy eyes and stuck his bottom lip out. He had to get out of the damn cuffs.

Paul didn't believe him, not for a second, but he couldn't say no to that face. "Fine." He moved forward and undid the cuffs. "But I swear John Winston if you so much as-"

John forcefully cut him off with a fierce kiss. As soon as he was out of the hand cuffs he grabbed Paul by the waist and flipped him over onto the bed. He shoved his tongue into Paul's mouth and claimed him back. He pulled away for a moment to say, "I'm debating whether or not to punish you now. But I suppose I did deserve it didn't I?"

Paul gave him a deathly glare and tried to push him off. To be honest, he expected this would happen when he let John get up, and he was a little happy about it. It felt like things were back in the natural order. But still, John was annoying and he didn't want him to think everything was perfectly fine now. He was still upset. "Gerroff Lennon, or I'll cuff you up again, don't you think I won't!" His attempts to push John off were feeble, though, since John was stronger and no longer restrained. Plus he didn't really want to get up.

"Awww c'mon, Paulie," John said. He held Paul's hands in his and said, "You're gorgeous and perfect. What're ya so upset about?" He leaned in and kissed Paul's cheek.

Paul looked up and pouted rather childishly. "You made me miss my show..." But his anger was slowly dissolving. Damn that Lennon, he could never stay mad.

"You've already seen it!" John said and laughed, "Hey, Paul, guess what."

Paul was really struggling not to smile, "What, Winnie?"

John dropped Paul's hands and tugged him in closer by the waist and whispered in his ear, "I love you." He then snogged Paul passionately as well as affectionately.

Paul couldn't fight it anymore. He wrapped his arms around John's shoulders and kissed him back just as passionately. When they broke the kiss he smiled up at him sweetly, he was forgiven. "I love you too, you git."

"Let's go clean up the flour," John stated.

"You go clean up the flour," Paul protested.

"Oh alright," John pulled Paul out of the bedroom and went off to sweep up the mess they- he had made earlier.

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