brennie! 🧁

Because currently, Brendon had his ass in the air. His face was shoved in the mattress; his shirt was bunched up just below his arms. Pete was right behind him. His thumb had slipped into Brendon’s wet cunt as if to test how wet the younger boy had become. Brendon could hear Pete letting out a sound of amusement, calling the boy so desperate to have his cock in him. Brendon’s breath hitched, trying to force the thought of that outside of his mind. He felt ashamed of this entire ordeal. 

But Brendon didn’t say anything. After all, Brendon didn’t want to make Pete upset with him. He knew how much Ryan worked for to get them here, or rather got fucked for the band to get here. Brendon didn’t want to ruin anything. After all, Spencer and Ryan were nice enough to let him in their band.

Brendon whimpered as Pete repeatedly dipped his thumb into Brendon’s heat, creating a rhythm. Brendon felt like he couldn’t control his breathing and the sounds coming out from his mouth. Ryan always complained about how noisy he was. Brendon knew that Pete was just toying with him now. Trying to see what would drive the younger boy crazy. And it sucked because it was actually working. Brendon could feel himself sweating.

Right before Brendon could come, Pete had taken out his finger. The older man moved his hands further up to Brendon’s hips, rubbing circles. “How couldn’t I tell before?” Pete mutters as he leans closer to Brendon. Laying flat on the younger boy’s back.

Brendon stutters out a whimper as he feels Pete’s dick rubbing against his cunt. He shuts his eyes close, waiting for it to happen. He tries to force himself to relax. He attempts to tell Pete to wait for a second.

But Pete can’t hold himself back any longer and breaks into the boy. Thrusting into him, enjoying how tight Brendon is. He had expected the boy to be more loose with the way Brendon acts. Pete lets out a groan because of that. His fingers dug into Brendon’s hips enough to be able to leave bruises. But Pete honestly doesn’t care about that. A small little part of him feels slightly guilty for shoving his cock into a boy so young. But like his times with Ryan, he can’t help himself. And the sounds that Brendon was making didn’t help his desire.

Brendon is choking back sounds. He could feel his face wet with tears and sweat. He could feel himself panicking from the entire thing. But he forces himself to imagine that it’s Ryan. But he’s struggling to. He hates how he could feel that burning feeling in his stomach. It makes him want to vomit. At one point, Brendon tries to squirm a bit away. The feeling was becoming unbearable. But Pete just gripped his hip tighter. And Brendon, for some shameful reason, had come to that. But Pete didn’t stop. And Brendon’s body felt more sensitive the second time around.