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shadowhiveAn Offer
Pairing: Anthony Martinez/Brandon Saller
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boot kink, smut
Notes: Belated Xmas fic, I wasn’t sure what to do (I did consider it being Jyrki focussed but for some reason my mind couldn’t come up with a clear thought, same with a directly Xmas idea) then suddenly this vague idea came to mind so…
(But yay it’s done at last! Though the title is kinda sucky but it’s almost 3am and can’t think of a better one, I’ll also link in pics in the morning)
Anthony glanced to the side of the stage as he sang. Watching from the side of the stage there was a man, and although he couldn’t clearly see his face he could tell from his build it wasn’t a member of the crew. Over the course of the tour he’d gotten to know all of them and this guy definitely wasn’t one of them. He guessed he could be on the guest list for this city, or maybe a member of the venue staff but he couldn’t tell.
Halfway through the set he grabbed one of the waters from beside the drum kit and stopped to take a swig. It was then that, Robby, one of his bandmates came over and at first he assumed that he was just going to join him getting a drink. Although he did grab one it was clear when he spoke it was just an excuse. “You see that guy over there?” He jerked his head in the direction of the large man who was still standing there. Anthony hummed in acknowledgement, then realising it likely wouldn’t be heard, he nodded as well. “I’m sure that’s Brandon, Atreyu’s frontman, I’m like 60, no 80% sure!”
Anthony looked back over in the direction of the mystery man. He guessed that it could be him but he was still too much in shadow to be sure.
He didn’t have time to think on it more though as the start of the next song started to play and he turned back to the crowd, starting to sing.
Over the rest of the show he couldn’t help but wonder if Robby was right about who he was and, if so, why was Brandon here. Most likely he was here because he was a friend of one of the other bands on the bill, most likely Blessthefall, and he’d just decided to check them out and stick around. He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud if that was the case.
He was still there when the set was over so instead of exiting the same side of the stage as he entered he went over to him, putting on his best winning smile. Being closer to him, and with the stage lights back up, it was clear that Robby was right, it was Brandon.
Before Anthony could offer up a greeting, Brandon beat him to it speaking up first. “Hey, I really enjoyed your show.” He returned Antony’s smile with one of his own.
“Thanks man, I really appreciate it. I’m glad you liked us, it means a lot coming from you. You guys are pretty awesome too.”
There was a look that crossed Brandon’s face, something almost like relief. Anthony had been touring long enough now that there were two extremes of guys in bands. Ones that had a ‘don’t you know who I am’ attitude and ones that were just happy to be recognised. That looked confirmed Brandon as the latter which was a relief. Anthony couldn’t stand the ones that were full of themselves.
“Thanks.” He smiled in response, then stepped away as one of the roadies came past them to work on the stage. “Shall we go somewhere a bit less busy?”
“Sure, this way.” Anthony led him through the venue, weaving through the various people milling around until he arrived in at the dressing room assigned to Dark Divine. Anthony pushed the door open and wasn’t surprised the rest of the guys weren’t here. They’d probably headed to the bus to drop their gear off and went to find something to eat as they often did.
Once inside the room he turned to face Brandon, taking a seat on the coach and gesturing him to as well.. “So what brings you here tonight? Are you here for Blessthefall?”
“I do know the guys yeah and I hope to see their set and hang with them later.” Brandon said as he sat down on one of the chairs. “But actually I came to see you.” Anthony’s eyebrows raised in surprise but Brandon continued before he could say anything. “You see Atreyu are going to be touring again next year and I’ve been wanting to scout out potential bands to come out with us. I’d heard you guys before, even before I heard you and bless were touring and I knew you sounded great, but I had to see how you played live for myself.”
“Oh wow I’m hugely honoured that you’d even consider us.” Anthony couldn’t help but grin at the praise, before adding. “So what did you think of us?” He hoped that his staying for the full set was a good sign, but then he hadn’t given him chance to walk away.
“Oh you were great, even better than I expected.” Anthony let out a soft sigh of relief that he was right. If his exhale had been noticed Brandon didn’t show it, which he was also thankful for. “Especially you, your stage presence is something else. Your whole look and vibe was just so… captivating. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” The compliment made Anthony blush but he could see in his eyes that there was more than what he was saying. “Would you be up for touring with us?”
Anthony nodded, because of course this wasn’t an opportunity he was going to pass up. “Yeah of course. I mean as long as we don’t already have prior commitments I’d love to.” Anthony was a man of his word, when the band was booked to do something he didn’t believe in discarding that, not unless there was an emergency.
“Of course, we’ve no dates set in stone yet so I’m sure we can make it work.” Anthony nodded and Brandon smiled, seemingly pleased by his response. “There is something else though, which of course has no bearing on the offer.”
“Oh?” Anthony was intrigued but he had a sense where this was going. He had seen the look in Brandon’s eyes a many times, the hint of lust. He knew that men wanted him, wanted to pin him down and have their way with him while others wanted the exact opposite. He suspected, by look alone, that Brandon would be the former.
Brandon swallowed noticeably before answering, his tongue darting across his lip. “I wanna fuck you.” There it was, Anthony couldn’t say he was surprised by those words leaving his lips. He was willing to bend over for him, like he’d done for others before now. But then he spoke again. “But by that I mean I want you to fuck me.” Anthony blinked, now that was a surprise. Then again sometimes people could surprise you and looks could be deceiving.
Brandon shifted from his seat, rising to his full height, towering over him and then he sank down to his knees in front of him. “Please fuck me.”
Thankfully Anthony could work with this too. “And why should I fuck somone as worthless as you?” His tone was mocking, but it was testing the waters, to see how Brandon would react. If the insult bothered him he’d know to tone it down but if not…
“You’re right, I am worthless, I’m not worthy of you.” Those words went straight between Anthonys legs. Oh how he loved when a big strong man like him was actually a needy slut. Probably he didn’t get the dicking down he obviously craved due to his appearance. “I’ll do anything you want to prove I’m worthy.”
“Hmm…” Anthony tapped his lower lip in thought, considering what he could do with him. His options were somewhat limited as all he had to hand here was some lube, but he could make it work. “Strip and be quick about it.”
“Yes sir.” Brandon nodded, rising back to his full height and removing his jacket. “Sir is alright isn’t it?” He asked as he draped the material over a nearby chair.
Anthony let out a small approving noise. “Sir is fine, master works too.” He reached over for his back, glad it was within east reach. He unzipped one of the side pockets, pulling out a bottle of lube, setting it down beside him within easy reach.
When he returned his focus to Brandon he was already shirtless, his hands working to undo the zipper of his flies. He took a moment to admire him and his strong arms from years of drumming. Anthony wondered if he could lift him up single handed, but dismissed the thought as he pushed his pants and underwear down in one movement and Anthony swallowed back a gasp.
Brandon wasn’t even hard but his dick was big, probably the biggest Anthony had ever seen. When he looked up to meet his face he noticed Brandon’s cheeks were a little more flushed and he wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or if he’d caught Anthony’s reaction to it. Either way he decided to speak up. “That thing between your legs is ridiculous. If I had a cage I’d lock it up because it’s not going anywhere near my ass.”
Brandon let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. “Yes sir.” Then he finished by removing his shoes and getting back down on his knees, which was, in Anthony’s opinion, a much better place for him to be.
For a few long moments Anthony was content to make him wait. To his credit he kept perfectly still, his eyes downcast and he didn’t make a single sound. Part of him wondered just how long he would stay in that position like this, but he wasn’t going to find out tonight.
“Here is what you’re going to do.” Brandon looked up at him, a sign that he was listening. “You’re going to lick my boots. If I think you do a decent enough job in…” He looked at the clock on the wall across from him. “10 minutes, then I’ll fuck you.” He clicked his fingers and pointed down at them. “Your time starts now.”
“Yes sir.” He said quickly, before shuffling closer and leaning down to lick them, starting with the right. Anthony’s boots weren’t all that dirty, after all hee only worn them from the bus to the venue and around it, so there wasn’t actually any dirt or mud for him to clean. A pity really, but then Anthony wasn’t to know he’d have a bootlicker at tonight’s show.
He studied Brandon as he set to work, starting at the top of the boot and licking his way down, leaving a shiny trail of saliva in his wake. He took his time licking over the buckles, before arriving at the toe of his boot, running his tongue along the black leather until they shone. Anthony raised foot off the floor then, just to see what he’d do and to his pleasure he went in and licked along the sole, tracing his tongue over the various ridges.
Anthony had his boots licked before and he thought you could tell something about the sub by the way they did it. He wasn’t exactly sure what that something Ws, but every one approached it differently. Each one started in different places, some didn’t expect to lick the underside of the boot and avoided it unless told to.
After a few minutes Brandon switched to his left boot, although this time he moved in reverse. He started at the sole, then went across the toe,the buckles and ended up at the top of it. By the time he was done both boots were shining and Anthony had to admit he’d done a good job.
“Alright, you’ve proven yourself worthy of my dick.” Anthony smirked down at him, making a point of groping himself through his tight pants. Brandon was smiling, his gaze following his hand to his bulge. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“Yes sir.” He adjusted his position, scooting back so that Anthony could get up and get behind him.
Anthony took ahold of the lube, popping it open and slicking some of his fingers up. “Tell me when was the last time you were fucked.”
“A few months ago by an actual dick. Last week by a dildo.” He replied, his gaze on Anthony’s fingers the whole time. He wondered if the first one was by one of his bandmates, Anthony wasn’t exactly familiar with Atreyu’s touring cycle, but then again it could be a random encounter.
“Months? No wonder you’re so desperate for dick.” Anthony kept slicking his fingers up for longer than necessary just to draw it out further. “I bet it’s down to that ridiculous excuse of a cock you have.” Brandon’s cheeks flushed again and Anthony smirked. “If you want us on your tour I expect you tobe plugged and that thing locked up for the duration, understand?”
A moan escaped his lips at the thought, which made Anthony smirk and he nodded. “Yes sir.”
Anthony returned the nod and got up from his seat, moving around behind Brandon and setting the lube down on his back. “This better not fall off you.” He used his hand to pull apart Brandon’s shapely cheeks, exposing the pucker of his hole and then he worked two fingers into him.
Brandon didn’t react to the intrusion, no movement, no sound. Under other circumstances Anthony would be surprised, even a little offended, but he realised that was all to keep himself still so as to obey him. He smirked, then quickly went to work moving his fingers inside him.
He took a few moments to work the older man open, with a mix of spreading and circling his fingers. When he was sure he could take a third he withdrew the pair of fingers, sliding a third inside along with them. That made him let out a gasp, but that was all.
Anthony worked his fingers only a little longer, after all he wasn’t hung like some people, and when he was satisfied he removed them entirely. The lube bottle was still right where he left it. “Good boy.” He praised him, bringing his hand between his legs to unzip his flies.
It took a few moments to push his underwear down enough to get his dick out, but once he did he grabbed the lube and squirted some over his dick.he took himself in hand, giving himself a few quick strokes to spread it over himself, a soft moan escaping his lips.
He didn’t waste much time though, keeping Brandon’s cheeks spread and lining himself up with his open hole. Anthony took a breath, then thrust inside him.
At that Brandon did let out a moan and Anthony smirked in satisfaction at the sound. He allowed himself a moan of his own as he filled him completely. His fingers gripped the flesh of his ass and he wasted no time, withdrawing and thrusting back in, setting a rough pace.
“Make as much noise as you want.” Anthony breathed out, between thrusts of his hips, his fingers holding him tighter. Almost immediately louder moans tumbled from Brandon’s lips, filling up the room.
Anthony probably should have been bothered about being overheard, but he could hear music from the stage which hopefully drowned it out.
Not that it mattered if anyone did hear, nor did it really matter to him if one of the other guys decided to come back. He didn’t expect it but it wouldn’t be the first time it happened.
He stared down at Brandon, this mass of a man that he was slamming into and he smirked. He’d never get tired of seeing men like this. He growled low in his throat, feeling like he wouldn’t be lasting too much longer. He probably could draw it out if he slowed down, but this wasn’t the place for that.
“You have behaved well enough so I’m going to touch that useless thing between your legs.” Brandon let out a needy whine from his words alone. “You had better cum before I do.”
He shifted his right hand around his waist, wrapping his fingers around his large dick. He slowed his thrusts just a little, so they were a bit more steady as he got used to pumping him.
After a few strokes, he resumed his harshly pace, the nails of his other hand digging into his skin. He hoped they’d leave marks and part of him wished that he had something to mark him with. Ah well, there was always next time.
Brandon ‘s dick throbbed in his hand and then he cried out, his hips jerking into his hand as he came, his body trembling. Anthony couldn’t see it but he pictured him shooting over himself and the floor. While he couldn’t see it he could feel his orgasm, the way he clenched around him was bringing him closer to the edge and he growled again.
He released his cock, holding onto with both hands now, slamming into him again and again.
It only took him a few more times and then that was it. With a cry of pleasure he came into him, spurting deep inside him.
“Fuck.” He whispered as he looked down at him. Brandon’s thighs were trembling but he was staying in place. He slowly withdrew, watching as his softening dick slipped out, a smear of cum leaking out as he did. Brandon’s hole winked at the loss, a whimper passing his lips. Anthony considered letting him lick him clean then decided against it, tucking himself away and sipping himself up instead.
If Brandon had had hair he probably would have tangled his hands in it, lifting him up so he could see the mess he made. Without that he inside went or sit back down, watching him. “Did you make a mess over the floor?”
Brandon adjusted his stances, shuffling back a little and then ep raising himself up, looking down at the floor. Anthony could see a wet patch on the wooden floor, but before he could even say it Brandon was licking the stain away. It made him wonder, again,Mir he was well trained or just a natural. Maybe he’d ask if this tour came to pass.
“Good boy.” Anthony got up, patting him on the head lightly, a strange sensation. “You can get dressed now.”
“Yes sir.” Brandon nodded, clearly pleased by the praise, his cheeks flushed.
“Hopefully we can make the tour work.”Anthony said as he watched Brandon start to gather his things to dress. “That was fun. I hope it was for you too.”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” Brandon nodded, before putting his shirt back on. “Even if we can’t make the dates line up, I hope we can do this again sometime.”
“Me too.” Anthony nodded in agreement, watching as he pulled on the rest of his clothing. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink. You’re welcome to join me if you want, if you don’t have plans with the guys.”
“I’d like that.” Brandon smiled as he shoved his jacket back on. Anthony returned it, then led him out the room to hunt something down.
Pairing: Anthony Martinez/Brandon Saller
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boot kink, smut
Notes: Belated Xmas fic, I wasn’t sure what to do (I did consider it being Jyrki focussed but for some reason my mind couldn’t come up with a clear thought, same with a directly Xmas idea) then suddenly this vague idea came to mind so…
(But yay it’s done at last! Though the title is kinda sucky but it’s almost 3am and can’t think of a better one, I’ll also link in pics in the morning)
Anthony glanced to the side of the stage as he sang. Watching from the side of the stage there was a man, and although he couldn’t clearly see his face he could tell from his build it wasn’t a member of the crew. Over the course of the tour he’d gotten to know all of them and this guy definitely wasn’t one of them. He guessed he could be on the guest list for this city, or maybe a member of the venue staff but he couldn’t tell.
Halfway through the set he grabbed one of the waters from beside the drum kit and stopped to take a swig. It was then that, Robby, one of his bandmates came over and at first he assumed that he was just going to join him getting a drink. Although he did grab one it was clear when he spoke it was just an excuse. “You see that guy over there?” He jerked his head in the direction of the large man who was still standing there. Anthony hummed in acknowledgement, then realising it likely wouldn’t be heard, he nodded as well. “I’m sure that’s Brandon, Atreyu’s frontman, I’m like 60, no 80% sure!”
Anthony looked back over in the direction of the mystery man. He guessed that it could be him but he was still too much in shadow to be sure.
He didn’t have time to think on it more though as the start of the next song started to play and he turned back to the crowd, starting to sing.
Over the rest of the show he couldn’t help but wonder if Robby was right about who he was and, if so, why was Brandon here. Most likely he was here because he was a friend of one of the other bands on the bill, most likely Blessthefall, and he’d just decided to check them out and stick around. He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud if that was the case.
He was still there when the set was over so instead of exiting the same side of the stage as he entered he went over to him, putting on his best winning smile. Being closer to him, and with the stage lights back up, it was clear that Robby was right, it was Brandon.
Before Anthony could offer up a greeting, Brandon beat him to it speaking up first. “Hey, I really enjoyed your show.” He returned Antony’s smile with one of his own.
“Thanks man, I really appreciate it. I’m glad you liked us, it means a lot coming from you. You guys are pretty awesome too.”
There was a look that crossed Brandon’s face, something almost like relief. Anthony had been touring long enough now that there were two extremes of guys in bands. Ones that had a ‘don’t you know who I am’ attitude and ones that were just happy to be recognised. That looked confirmed Brandon as the latter which was a relief. Anthony couldn’t stand the ones that were full of themselves.
“Thanks.” He smiled in response, then stepped away as one of the roadies came past them to work on the stage. “Shall we go somewhere a bit less busy?”
“Sure, this way.” Anthony led him through the venue, weaving through the various people milling around until he arrived in at the dressing room assigned to Dark Divine. Anthony pushed the door open and wasn’t surprised the rest of the guys weren’t here. They’d probably headed to the bus to drop their gear off and went to find something to eat as they often did.
Once inside the room he turned to face Brandon, taking a seat on the coach and gesturing him to as well.. “So what brings you here tonight? Are you here for Blessthefall?”
“I do know the guys yeah and I hope to see their set and hang with them later.” Brandon said as he sat down on one of the chairs. “But actually I came to see you.” Anthony’s eyebrows raised in surprise but Brandon continued before he could say anything. “You see Atreyu are going to be touring again next year and I’ve been wanting to scout out potential bands to come out with us. I’d heard you guys before, even before I heard you and bless were touring and I knew you sounded great, but I had to see how you played live for myself.”
“Oh wow I’m hugely honoured that you’d even consider us.” Anthony couldn’t help but grin at the praise, before adding. “So what did you think of us?” He hoped that his staying for the full set was a good sign, but then he hadn’t given him chance to walk away.
“Oh you were great, even better than I expected.” Anthony let out a soft sigh of relief that he was right. If his exhale had been noticed Brandon didn’t show it, which he was also thankful for. “Especially you, your stage presence is something else. Your whole look and vibe was just so… captivating. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” The compliment made Anthony blush but he could see in his eyes that there was more than what he was saying. “Would you be up for touring with us?”
Anthony nodded, because of course this wasn’t an opportunity he was going to pass up. “Yeah of course. I mean as long as we don’t already have prior commitments I’d love to.” Anthony was a man of his word, when the band was booked to do something he didn’t believe in discarding that, not unless there was an emergency.
“Of course, we’ve no dates set in stone yet so I’m sure we can make it work.” Anthony nodded and Brandon smiled, seemingly pleased by his response. “There is something else though, which of course has no bearing on the offer.”
“Oh?” Anthony was intrigued but he had a sense where this was going. He had seen the look in Brandon’s eyes a many times, the hint of lust. He knew that men wanted him, wanted to pin him down and have their way with him while others wanted the exact opposite. He suspected, by look alone, that Brandon would be the former.
Brandon swallowed noticeably before answering, his tongue darting across his lip. “I wanna fuck you.” There it was, Anthony couldn’t say he was surprised by those words leaving his lips. He was willing to bend over for him, like he’d done for others before now. But then he spoke again. “But by that I mean I want you to fuck me.” Anthony blinked, now that was a surprise. Then again sometimes people could surprise you and looks could be deceiving.
Brandon shifted from his seat, rising to his full height, towering over him and then he sank down to his knees in front of him. “Please fuck me.”
Thankfully Anthony could work with this too. “And why should I fuck somone as worthless as you?” His tone was mocking, but it was testing the waters, to see how Brandon would react. If the insult bothered him he’d know to tone it down but if not…
“You’re right, I am worthless, I’m not worthy of you.” Those words went straight between Anthonys legs. Oh how he loved when a big strong man like him was actually a needy slut. Probably he didn’t get the dicking down he obviously craved due to his appearance. “I’ll do anything you want to prove I’m worthy.”
“Hmm…” Anthony tapped his lower lip in thought, considering what he could do with him. His options were somewhat limited as all he had to hand here was some lube, but he could make it work. “Strip and be quick about it.”
“Yes sir.” Brandon nodded, rising back to his full height and removing his jacket. “Sir is alright isn’t it?” He asked as he draped the material over a nearby chair.
Anthony let out a small approving noise. “Sir is fine, master works too.” He reached over for his back, glad it was within east reach. He unzipped one of the side pockets, pulling out a bottle of lube, setting it down beside him within easy reach.
When he returned his focus to Brandon he was already shirtless, his hands working to undo the zipper of his flies. He took a moment to admire him and his strong arms from years of drumming. Anthony wondered if he could lift him up single handed, but dismissed the thought as he pushed his pants and underwear down in one movement and Anthony swallowed back a gasp.
Brandon wasn’t even hard but his dick was big, probably the biggest Anthony had ever seen. When he looked up to meet his face he noticed Brandon’s cheeks were a little more flushed and he wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or if he’d caught Anthony’s reaction to it. Either way he decided to speak up. “That thing between your legs is ridiculous. If I had a cage I’d lock it up because it’s not going anywhere near my ass.”
Brandon let out a sigh and nodded in agreement. “Yes sir.” Then he finished by removing his shoes and getting back down on his knees, which was, in Anthony’s opinion, a much better place for him to be.
For a few long moments Anthony was content to make him wait. To his credit he kept perfectly still, his eyes downcast and he didn’t make a single sound. Part of him wondered just how long he would stay in that position like this, but he wasn’t going to find out tonight.
“Here is what you’re going to do.” Brandon looked up at him, a sign that he was listening. “You’re going to lick my boots. If I think you do a decent enough job in…” He looked at the clock on the wall across from him. “10 minutes, then I’ll fuck you.” He clicked his fingers and pointed down at them. “Your time starts now.”
“Yes sir.” He said quickly, before shuffling closer and leaning down to lick them, starting with the right. Anthony’s boots weren’t all that dirty, after all hee only worn them from the bus to the venue and around it, so there wasn’t actually any dirt or mud for him to clean. A pity really, but then Anthony wasn’t to know he’d have a bootlicker at tonight’s show.
He studied Brandon as he set to work, starting at the top of the boot and licking his way down, leaving a shiny trail of saliva in his wake. He took his time licking over the buckles, before arriving at the toe of his boot, running his tongue along the black leather until they shone. Anthony raised foot off the floor then, just to see what he’d do and to his pleasure he went in and licked along the sole, tracing his tongue over the various ridges.
Anthony had his boots licked before and he thought you could tell something about the sub by the way they did it. He wasn’t exactly sure what that something Ws, but every one approached it differently. Each one started in different places, some didn’t expect to lick the underside of the boot and avoided it unless told to.
After a few minutes Brandon switched to his left boot, although this time he moved in reverse. He started at the sole, then went across the toe,the buckles and ended up at the top of it. By the time he was done both boots were shining and Anthony had to admit he’d done a good job.
“Alright, you’ve proven yourself worthy of my dick.” Anthony smirked down at him, making a point of groping himself through his tight pants. Brandon was smiling, his gaze following his hand to his bulge. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“Yes sir.” He adjusted his position, scooting back so that Anthony could get up and get behind him.
Anthony took ahold of the lube, popping it open and slicking some of his fingers up. “Tell me when was the last time you were fucked.”
“A few months ago by an actual dick. Last week by a dildo.” He replied, his gaze on Anthony’s fingers the whole time. He wondered if the first one was by one of his bandmates, Anthony wasn’t exactly familiar with Atreyu’s touring cycle, but then again it could be a random encounter.
“Months? No wonder you’re so desperate for dick.” Anthony kept slicking his fingers up for longer than necessary just to draw it out further. “I bet it’s down to that ridiculous excuse of a cock you have.” Brandon’s cheeks flushed again and Anthony smirked. “If you want us on your tour I expect you tobe plugged and that thing locked up for the duration, understand?”
A moan escaped his lips at the thought, which made Anthony smirk and he nodded. “Yes sir.”
Anthony returned the nod and got up from his seat, moving around behind Brandon and setting the lube down on his back. “This better not fall off you.” He used his hand to pull apart Brandon’s shapely cheeks, exposing the pucker of his hole and then he worked two fingers into him.
Brandon didn’t react to the intrusion, no movement, no sound. Under other circumstances Anthony would be surprised, even a little offended, but he realised that was all to keep himself still so as to obey him. He smirked, then quickly went to work moving his fingers inside him.
He took a few moments to work the older man open, with a mix of spreading and circling his fingers. When he was sure he could take a third he withdrew the pair of fingers, sliding a third inside along with them. That made him let out a gasp, but that was all.
Anthony worked his fingers only a little longer, after all he wasn’t hung like some people, and when he was satisfied he removed them entirely. The lube bottle was still right where he left it. “Good boy.” He praised him, bringing his hand between his legs to unzip his flies.
It took a few moments to push his underwear down enough to get his dick out, but once he did he grabbed the lube and squirted some over his dick.he took himself in hand, giving himself a few quick strokes to spread it over himself, a soft moan escaping his lips.
He didn’t waste much time though, keeping Brandon’s cheeks spread and lining himself up with his open hole. Anthony took a breath, then thrust inside him.
At that Brandon did let out a moan and Anthony smirked in satisfaction at the sound. He allowed himself a moan of his own as he filled him completely. His fingers gripped the flesh of his ass and he wasted no time, withdrawing and thrusting back in, setting a rough pace.
“Make as much noise as you want.” Anthony breathed out, between thrusts of his hips, his fingers holding him tighter. Almost immediately louder moans tumbled from Brandon’s lips, filling up the room.
Anthony probably should have been bothered about being overheard, but he could hear music from the stage which hopefully drowned it out.
Not that it mattered if anyone did hear, nor did it really matter to him if one of the other guys decided to come back. He didn’t expect it but it wouldn’t be the first time it happened.
He stared down at Brandon, this mass of a man that he was slamming into and he smirked. He’d never get tired of seeing men like this. He growled low in his throat, feeling like he wouldn’t be lasting too much longer. He probably could draw it out if he slowed down, but this wasn’t the place for that.
“You have behaved well enough so I’m going to touch that useless thing between your legs.” Brandon let out a needy whine from his words alone. “You had better cum before I do.”
He shifted his right hand around his waist, wrapping his fingers around his large dick. He slowed his thrusts just a little, so they were a bit more steady as he got used to pumping him.
After a few strokes, he resumed his harshly pace, the nails of his other hand digging into his skin. He hoped they’d leave marks and part of him wished that he had something to mark him with. Ah well, there was always next time.
Brandon ‘s dick throbbed in his hand and then he cried out, his hips jerking into his hand as he came, his body trembling. Anthony couldn’t see it but he pictured him shooting over himself and the floor. While he couldn’t see it he could feel his orgasm, the way he clenched around him was bringing him closer to the edge and he growled again.
He released his cock, holding onto with both hands now, slamming into him again and again.
It only took him a few more times and then that was it. With a cry of pleasure he came into him, spurting deep inside him.
“Fuck.” He whispered as he looked down at him. Brandon’s thighs were trembling but he was staying in place. He slowly withdrew, watching as his softening dick slipped out, a smear of cum leaking out as he did. Brandon’s hole winked at the loss, a whimper passing his lips. Anthony considered letting him lick him clean then decided against it, tucking himself away and sipping himself up instead.
If Brandon had had hair he probably would have tangled his hands in it, lifting him up so he could see the mess he made. Without that he inside went or sit back down, watching him. “Did you make a mess over the floor?”
Brandon adjusted his stances, shuffling back a little and then ep raising himself up, looking down at the floor. Anthony could see a wet patch on the wooden floor, but before he could even say it Brandon was licking the stain away. It made him wonder, again,Mir he was well trained or just a natural. Maybe he’d ask if this tour came to pass.
“Good boy.” Anthony got up, patting him on the head lightly, a strange sensation. “You can get dressed now.”
“Yes sir.” Brandon nodded, clearly pleased by the praise, his cheeks flushed.
“Hopefully we can make the tour work.”Anthony said as he watched Brandon start to gather his things to dress. “That was fun. I hope it was for you too.”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah.” Brandon nodded, before putting his shirt back on. “Even if we can’t make the dates line up, I hope we can do this again sometime.”
“Me too.” Anthony nodded in agreement, watching as he pulled on the rest of his clothing. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink. You’re welcome to join me if you want, if you don’t have plans with the guys.”
“I’d like that.” Brandon smiled as he shoved his jacket back on. Anthony returned it, then led him out the room to hunt something down.
