Leather and Lace || Closed

Matt was on an all time high after the show, it was electric and the fans continued to scream even after they were off stage. Slowly, they began to leave as Matt waited for Brian. His cheek still tingled and, he was constantly checking his phone like a clingy girlfriend. Sighing, he started to pace. What possibly could Brian have meant? Matt watched the roadies and techs all leave, Dan came up to him, "You coming, Shadz?" He asked, clapping his hand against Matt's back.

Matt shook his head, "Na, I'm gonna hang... out here for a while," he replied back with a murmur, the blush coating his cheeks was enough incentive for Dan to high-tail it out of there. Chuckling gently, Matt just about jumped out of his skin as his phone buzzed against his hand. Opening it, his lip found it's way in between his teeth.

@ rachthebat.

Brian headed back to the bus, delighted to find it completely empty. Grabbing the note that had been left, he laughed, rolling his eyes at Zack's chicken scratch handwriting letting them know that they were hitting up a bar and please, could they not leave any stains on the couch. Balling the scrap of paper up in his fist, he threw it into the trash and bounded to their bedroom to get ready.

It was a little known fact that Brian had a certain kink for ladies' underwear, he loved the feel of the soft fabric against his skin whenever he would wear it for Matt. Dropping to the floor, he pulled out the boutique bag that had been stashed under the bed and picked through the contents, selecting various items to put on. After getting a quick shower, he styled his hair to perfection and slipped into the dark purple baby doll nightie, complete with matching silk panties and fish net stockings. Smirking at his appearance, he grabbed his phone and sent a text to Matt.

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@ Synful Cocktail

Matt grinned and sent a text back, telling Brian that he was on his way. Grabbing a bottle of water, he left the backstage room. Signing a few things for fans, Matt walked off onto the bus. He was happy that they'd all gone to the bar for several hours, Brian had something planned and he was more than willing to let it happen without being interrupted. Pulling off his shirt and slipping off his shoes, Matt walked over to the back room. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he pushed open the door and just about came upon seeing his fiance. He always did love purple on Brian, and lingerie just made it all the more better. "Fuck... Bri." Matt moaned.

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@ heretic.

Brian grinned, crooking his index finger in a come-hither motion to Matt. Patting the space next to him, he moved onto his side and planted his elbow into a fluffy pillow, tilting his head to watch the singer as he walked towards the bed. He had everything planned down to the last detail, wanting to make this a night to remember for the both of them. Leaning forward, he breathed in Matt’s scent, humming to himself. “Lay back and enjoy the show,” he murmured before sitting up and onto his knees. Reaching over to the bedside table, he pressed play on his iPod and smiled as low, sultry beats filled the room.

(I do have a plan, but if I carried on it would have turned into a novel )
@ Synful Cocktail

Matt nodded and laid back against the mattress, his eyes trained solely on Brian. His eyes followed Brian's hands as they smoothed over his own body. It was like watching porn, only a hundred times better. His lip found its way in between his teeth as Brian's hips started to move slowly to the beat of the music. All that he could do was stare longingly at his fiance. Matt was rooted to the one position, thinking if he were to reach out, it'll all disappear as if it were just another wet dream.

(You do? Please tell! )
@ heretic.

Brian licked his lips and continued to sway his hips to the slow beat, running his hands up and down his sides. Crawling on his hands and knees, he grinned like a cheshire cat, letting his lip slide between his teeth. Leaning forward, he ran his nose along the length of Matt's crotch, nuzzling his face into the denim.

He chuckled to himself at the raise of the singer's hips as he sat back on his heels, fingertips dancing down his torso until they got to the waistband of his panties. Snapping the elastic against his skin, his hand moved lowered, smoothing over his own erection before cupping himself. "You want this?" He asked, keeping eye contact with Matt. "Wanna taste this?" He smirked as Matt nodded, fervently, not looking away from Brian, at all. Stretching the fabric low enough to expose himself, Brian ran the lace up and down his length, lips parted as he panted softly. Gripping himself, he stroked, slowly, tantalizingly, his eyes growing hooded. Glancing down at Matt's own crotch, he nodded his head. "Take your cock out, baby."

He watched Matt undo his jeans, his tongue dragging across his lower lip, lazily, grinning as the singer did as he was told. Sitting up, Brian swiveled himself around so he was sat with his legs out in front of him, smoothing his stocking clad feet up Matt's thighs until he got to his prize. Running his toes up and down Matt's length, he tensed his feet and wrapped them around the singer leaning back on his elbow so he could touch himself while giving the foot job. "Feel good? This sure feels good." Brian quickened his strokes, moaning quietly. "It'd feel much better if it were your mouth."

(Is it hot in here? )

@ harlot.

Matt watched with open eyes, holding his gaze with Brian. Mouth falling open as Brian's feet quickened. He wasn't usually the one for feet, but it was something about his fiancé which made him lose all inhibitions. Matt's hips soon began to move in time with Brian's feet. "Fuck, Bri!" Matt moaned, laying fully back against the mattress as his back arched. "More," he breathed.

(Jesus fucking Christ. )
@ heretic.

@ Synful Cocktail
Needing a little more himself, Brian lifted his feet off Matt and got onto his knees. “I’m feeling a little 69 action,” he murmured, crawling up the singer’s body and turning so he faced the foot of the bed. Settling down onto Matt, he groaned, lowering his mouth onto the cock in front of him as he felt wet and warm encase his own. He sucked greedily, with vigour, slurping and licking as he gave Matt the filthiest, wettest blow job he could give. What he couldn’t fit into his mouth, was stroked with his fist, his free hand wandering down towards Matt’s ass.

Matt moaned loud around Brian's cock as Brian sucked down on his own; he could feel everything, Brian's warm tongue licking up and down his shaft as his mouth sucked hard. Muffled groans of appreciation sounded out throughout the room from both parties. Matt's hand started to stroke, tightening slightly every so often. His tongue swirled around Brian's head, licking up the pre-cum that was forming. Brian's surprise has definitely by far, been amazing.

@ heretic.

@ Synful Cocktail
Brian thought his head might explode, he couldn't take another second of the pleasurable torture he was experiencing. Pushing himself off Matt and onto the bed, he shuffled around until he was looking at the singer, pushing the lace panties down his legs. "We need to fuck. Now." Grabbing the lube, he threw the slim tube at Matt and crawled up the bed, grinning devilishly.

Matt caught on fast and coated his erection generously, re-capping and throwing the lubricant down onto the floor before holding his hands out to help Brian settle down onto him. Brian gritted his teeth as he sank down the singer's length, breaths coming out as a hiss as he completely bottomed out. "Jesus, I forgot how fucking good this feels." Focusing on his breathing, he began to move, slowly at first, letting himself adjust. Gaining momentum, he braced his hands against Matt's chest and moved a little faster, soft moans accompanying the slight squeak of bed springs. "You wanna switch in a little bit, babe?"

Smirking, Matt kept his grip on Brian's hips tight as the slightly older man began to bounce on his lap, the blunt end of his cock hitting all the right angles inside of Brian. The tightness was still present to this day, despite how many times that he and Brian had fucked. Breathy moans fell from his lips as his own hips rocked up to meet his fiance's. "By switch, do you mean that you fuck me or I fuck you?" Matt breathed out, a moan following shortly after. Looking up at Brian, he could see the lust and love present all over his features. Reaching out, he started to stroke Brian in time with their thrusts, his hand tightening slightly as his hips rocked up harder.

@ heretic.

@ Synful Cocktail
Brian leaned forward as he rocked back and forth in Matt’s lap, his eyes almost crossing as pleasure licked up his spine like a flame. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you,” he murmured, eyes black with lust as the image of them switching positions assaulted his mind. Cradling the sides of the singer’s face, he fused their mouths together, moaning into the kiss as they moved together. Bouncing faster, his head fell back on a long, deep moan, panting. “I wanna pound that beautiful ass into this bed.”

@ heretic.
Matt bit his lip as thoughts of what Brian wanted to do to him flooded his mind, the glorious images constricting like a vice. Brian was right, it had been a while and quite frankly, it's been far too long. Matt moaned and slapped Brian's ass, signalling him to get off of his lap, in order for him to roll over. Ass high up into the air, legs spread, Matt looked back at Brian, beckoning him over with his eyes. "God, Brian. Fuck me.." He breathed.

@ Synful Cocktail
Brian licked his lips and got onto his knees, marvelling at the swell of his lover’s ass. Smoothing his palms over taut cheeks, he dipped lower and ran the tip of his tongue across Matt’s flesh, tasting, teasing. “You taste real good, babe.”

Increasing the flick of his tongue, he spread Matt wider apart and lapped at him, moaning under his breath at the taste of flesh. Flattening out his tongue, he rubbed it up and down, side to side, enjoying the whimpers and pants he was pulling from the singer. He could quite happily spend all night eating the guy out, but his dick had other ideas. Weeping and twitching, it wanted in on the action, and Brian was only too happy to oblige. Spreading a thin line of lube along his length, he stroked, distributing the sticky fluid evenly. Pressing the head of his cock against Matt, he pushed, ever so slightly, meeting resistance. “Let me know if I hurt you, yeah?”

@ heretic.
Matt's eyes widened at the feeling of Brian's tongue against his ass, it had been so long since he was eaten out and he remembered how good it felt. He was a moaning and writhing mess by the time that Brian had finally pulled away. Panting heavily, Matt just nodded at Brian's words and he gripped the sheets tight in his fists.

His jaw fell loose as Brian pushed all of the way into him, he could feel the blunt head of Brian's cock hit up against his prostate. "God, yes." Matt moaned, his hips rocking back against Brian's.

@ Synful Cocktail
Brian relished being in the dominant position for once, that Matt trusted him with his pleasure enough to give up all control. Smoothing his rough palms across the singer’s soft skin, he rolled his hips, slowly, eyes closing, mouth hanging open at the feeling of tight heat surrounding him. It was intoxicating, addictive.

Leaning forward, he kissed his way up Matt’s spine, slowly thrusting into him, joining their hands together and pressing them into the bed as he began thrusting faster. “I love you,” he breathed into Matt’s neck, tasting the salty sweat of his skin.

@ heretic.
Matt could feel every single movement that Brian made, the way that he rolled his hips every so often was beyond orgasmatic. He was in ecstasy, having Brian behind him, treating him as if he were both unbreakable yet fragile was satisfying in so many ways. Matt was glad that the others were gone for the night; their grunts, groans and moans filled the small room quickly as both men were driving the other to their highs. Matt's back arched full off the mattress as Brian's mouth begun to pepper kisses down his sweat-covered back. It wasn't often that Matt relinquished control and bottomed, but when he did, Brian always seemed to give him the hardest orgasm he's ever had.

"I love you, too," Matt moaned in reply as he moved his hips against Brian's. His face was fully flushed and his stomach muscles were all tensed. "I'm close, baby."

@ Synful Cocktail
"Me too, come with me." Brian gasped into Matt's neck as pleasure licked up his spine, a sheen of sweat settling onto his brow. Clenching his teeth, he sat back on his heels and start to thrust into the singer, hard and fast, knowing they weren't going to last much longer. The sound of sweaty skin slapping together filled the room, their pleasured moans adding to the mix to create their own unique symphony of sounds.

It started at the tip of his toes, the tingles working their way up his legs, his skin prickling at the sensation. "Baby, I'm gonna come! Gonna fill you all up. You want that? You want me to fill your ass with my come?" His mouth tended to run away with itself at the height of orgasm, dirty thoughts that were usually tucked away in his head, would come spewing out.

@ heretic.
Matt nodded wordlessly, growing hotter as Brian's mouth continued to spill out some of the most dirtiest words ever. He moved his hips back onto Brian as best as he could, his eyes clenched shut as his stomach coiled in anticipation. He just wanted his release, to feel Brian also. It didn't take long for Matt's hips to freeze and for him to come, hard. Bolts of pleasure radiated throughout his body, his muscles still spasming, the muscles around Brian's dick milking Brian of all that he's got.

@ Synful Cocktail
Brian groaned as Matt clenched around him, his entire body feeling hot and jittery. Tingles began to work their way from his toes to the tips of his fingers, hips rutting against the singer, shouting out his release. He collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of Matt, air punching out of his lungs as he swallowed around a dry throat. "Jesus, never come so hard!"

He heard Matt wince as he pulled out, marvelling at the dribble of come that ran down the singer's balls. Flopping down onto Matt's side, he sighed, happily. "I'd totally eat my come out of your ass if I had the energy to move."