Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Proposal ❯ Proposal ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I could feel his eyes on me. Wanting. I leant over the bar, teasing him as my shirt slipped up, revealing some of my back. As I sat back I poored myself a glass of coke, he was still staring.
I glanced back. He wasn't there.
"Looking for me?" His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him.
"Of course." I turned, pressing my groin against his. It was a game we played. 'Who could make the other moan first', he nipped my neck, he always won. I sighed as he blew my lilac hair of the way.
I let my fingers comb through his blonde hair, as he planted a kiss on my neck, pressing me into the bar. I tilted my head back, enjoying his slow biting and kissing.
"Spencer, are you actually taking your time?" He chuckled.
"I always take my time." Like hell. Usually by now, I'd be naked and moaning till my voice was hoarse, being fucked either into the wall, floor or a peice of furniture.
I moaned as he placed me on the bar, I kissed his lips. A quick one, daring him to do more. He accepted. His hands were moving over my back, somehow finding their way under my shirt.
I slipped my hand under his shirt's collar, undoing the buttons with my other hand. He had already claimed my lips again, and had forced himself into my mouth. Not that I minded.
I slipped the shirt over his shoulders, squeezing them playfully. Spencer sighed into my mouth, lifting my shirt over my head. He kissed my chest, I kissed his shoulders in return.
"You taste nice."
I chuckled, "Thank you."
I felt his hands wander lower, he undid my pant's button, my zipper following. I gasped as he stroked my length, his tongue claiming my mouth again.
He drew both my pants and my boxers down. "Move around. Lay down." I did as I was told. Laying down so my legs were on either side of the bar, my erection standing proud.
I groaned at his look, wanting, needing, loving. He blew on the tip, causing me to gasp. I felt his tongue tease my tip, soon sliding down to the base, before his mouth enveloped the top. I groaned and arched up, resisting the urge to thrust into his mouth. He held my hips down, deep-throating me. Oh god... I couldn't hold back.
I thrust, or tried to, Spencer's hands holding me down, as he sucked, I moaned loudly. Hopefully all the neighbours were away today. Oh god... His hand had wound around the base of my throbbing cock, his sucking and licking now focused on my sensitive tip.
"Spencer..." He chuckled and with his free hand let two fingers slid into me. Of course we'd done this before, but that didn't stop it from hurting, I wriggled, trying to make it feel comfortable.
"Keep still." I looked down, blushing lightly at his hungry look.
"Hurry up." He kissed my erection before standing and removing all his clothing.
He sat on a stool, "Come on." He patted his thighs.
I lowered myself onto his lap, my hands stayed on the bar, making sure I didn't fall off.
He moved so I could lower myself onto him. We both groaned.
I hummed as I arched against the bar, we had started to rock.
In, out, slowly, letting ourselves feel everything. I gasped as he bit down on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around my waist. Mine wrapped around his shoulders. "Bryan."
I kissed him, my tongue playing against his. It didn't last long, my increased breathing wouldn't allow it. I gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot in me and groaned as he held my length.
"Spencer..." I dragged my tongue up his neck to his forehead, tasting and collecting all the sweat I could. His lips quickly moved to my neck, nibbling lightly. I tilted my head back, moaning loudly.
We could hear the chair's squeaking as our rocking became hard and fast, Spencer's hand stroking me with his own thrusts.
I clung to him. My legs were digging into his waist, my arms pulled me tightly against him, he whispered words in my ear. I whispered back. I shut my eyes tight as I felt our end coming.
I screamed. Spencer did too. Our pleasure flooded me, leaving in spurts, coming in waves. I laid against Spencer, gulping in as much air as possible. He was panting just as hard.
When I opened my eyes I looked into his, and smiled, he did too. I lifted myself off him, sitting comfortably on his thighs. He lifted me, carrying us to our bedroom, chuckling at my gasp of surprise and my constant wiggling.
He laid me down and looked at me from top till bottom. I blushed and let my eyes flicker from his face down his sturdy frame, as he leant over and laid himself beside me. "What?"
"You're beautiful." He said stroking my cheek. I blushed.
"Thank you, but you're browny points have already reached their limit." He chuckled.
"Bryan, will you," He sat up and opened up the bedside draw, pulling out a little box. I sat up also, "Stay with me forever." He opened it. A ring. A wedding ring.
"Spencer." I stuttered. I looked up at him and smiled, "Of course." He smiled down at me, dipping in for a kiss. I let him have one, then two, then three. "Love you." I whispered. He slid the ring onto my finger.
"I love you too."