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Sonny being dommy and riding Joel. Hard and fast and dirty!

Why the FUCK isnt this filled oh my god.

It was always the same fluffy, vanilla sex. And don’t get me wrong, Sonny loved that. He loved when Joel told him he was beautiful, tucked his hair behind his ear, and kissed him. He loved every moment of it. He loved the foreplay and the post sex cuddling. And Joel, he loved it too. It was sort of like, after the first time of sweet and romantic, they just kept on in the same old manner. They had a good thing going, you know? So neither of them ever thought to rock the boat until they somehow ended up in one of those way-too-honest drunken hazes playing a fucked up version of spin the bottle.

They were in the kitchen of the hotel they were staying at mid-tour, both pretty sexually starved considering their schedules had been crowded with shows, driving, signings, and parties; Places they were just expected to be and so they went. Now, on their first night alone since lord knows when, they had done nothing but play shitty drinking games and get generally smashed to the point Sunny had thrown up an empty glass bottle and proclaimed they were going to play spin the bottle. The larger of the two, being able to hold much more alcohol if for nothing more than size, pointed out that there weren’t enough people, which inspired the following rant.

“No, no, you don’t understand Joeeeeelllll!” His voice came through in a thick slur. “We just gotta take the bottle! And spin it! And then whomever it lands will get dared to do something!”

Joel laughed and nodded, thinking it wouldn’t get very far before one of them would get distracted or pass out. Either way. Looking back on it though, it was just like the old sixth grade set up. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, whatever, end up macking awkwardly with your crush at the end of the night. But Sonny was a funny drunk anyway, lightweight as hell, giggly and bubbly, forgot to be shy. All the good shit. It was a wonder he didn’t drink more, he seemed to be having a wonderful time.

And so they set off to playing their game.

Spin.

Take a shot.

Spin.

Now you take a shot.

Spin.

Hm. Get me another drink.

Insert Sonny stumbling across the room for a new bottle, miraculously returning without dropping it here.

Spin.

Shot. [Somehow this shot thing never got old to small one.]

Spin.

Chug as much as you can in fifteen seconds.

Chug. Chug. Chug. There was this quiet, one man chanting which filled the silence until the bottle dropped to the ground, empty.

“Impressive, goblin.”

Spin.

Shots!

As Joel slammed down his glass as was customary when finishing a shot, his eyes met Sonny’s to find a bright blush covering his cheeks. He was shifting a bit uncomfortably in his seat, blatantly checking out his counterpart. Either his inhibitions were low enough that he could become so bold or he was just that drunk.

Spin.

What’re you thinking about?

The blush spread down his neck. “You.”

Spin.

“F-fuck. Joel. Please. Hard.” His words were disconnected and unexpectedly desperate.

And then they were up in a heat, jackets thrown to the side, Joel’s hands pulling Sonny’s shirt off as they stumbled off towards the king sized bed. The smaller found himself with his arms pinned above his head in one of his partner’s hands while lips roamed down his chest, kissing their way along his chest, suckling gently, teasingly on his nipples. There were hips pressed down against his own, grinding against the already forming erection. He whined, struggled, and whimpered weakly when he was unable to free himself. The other basked in the sound, the sound caused by [i]him[/i]. Then Deadmau5 was moving the hand that had previously propped his body up, moving it to the other nipple, flicking it as his body flattened out. It traced its way up and down Sonny’s body, doodling along the edge of his jeans and then holding his hips down, withdrawing itself.

Sonny was sort of a mess already, thrusting his hips upwards, moaning pathetically, so when Joel stood and began removing the last layer of clothing, he took the chance to put himself on top. Now its Skrilly who was pinning his arms down (admittedly, he wasn’t strong enough on his own, but his partner wasn’t fighting) and taking initiative. He was sliding on top of Joel’s length, then almost collapsing with the overwhelming feeling he had’t indulged in in so long. His hands move onto the bottom’s chest to hold himself up and he took his moment to get used to it before he began riding. He was letting it go hard and fast, need shooting through purely. Then, there was an awkward moment where Sonny was struggling to keep his composure, to keep his pace, to not lose himself in the heat already building up inside of him and Joel was strong, thrusting to match his pace, nearly sending him off the rim already. There was indecision, as in, can I hold myself up much longer? And no, no he couldn’t.

Then he was flat out on Joel’s chest, completely lost. There were hands on his hips, holding him steady so that he could easily been given what he wanted; Hard, fast, anything but vanilla. Nipping against his ear lobe; He was whining again; Tongue down his neck; Claws dug into the older boy’s sides; Teeth on his collar bone, biting down hard; He called out, saw god. Beneath him, Deadmau5 was slamming himself upwards a last few times, reaching an apex while simultaneously carrying his partner through a powerful orgasm.

They’re on their sides next to each other, panting hard. They both know they should probably go and shower or clean themselves up or something, but they seem to have overlooked how soft and lovely this bed was before and now, well now they need to properly appreciate it. So Joel throws his arm over Sonny, who in response curls into him, and together, they pass out.

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First fill in awhile, I'd appreciate tips.

"Claws dug into the older boy’s sides" Species amnesia, Muffin? I know there are a fair number of furs in the fandom, and I don't really care (to each their own, I can't judge, blah blah blah), but that's still out-of-place and jarring enough to be a pretty big turnoff. Nitpicky, but ruined it for me. As a tip? Always check for misplaces anatomy in editing!

Not really species amnesia, but just vocabulary choice. As in, long nails. Its been a habit of mine to try and mix it up like that, I always figured it made the writing more interesting. Am I making a mistake there?

I don't generally see guys as having nails that can be described as "claws"... Besides, writing someone's nails in such a manner lends to sort of... I don't know, a more violent, "let me go or I'll hurt you" sort of situation. You can have someone claw AT you, and their nails can be claw-LIKE, but the way you worded it made it sound as though Sonny is sporting animal traits out of the blue.

Sorry, but I call it like I see it.

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