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My submission is your addiction


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My submission is your addiction Author:



p_will Beta:




mrs_toro_or


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Characters / pairings: Andy / Joe Rating:

NC17 Warnings: slash , lemon Word Count: 899 (FDP)
Disclaimer: Hahahahaha no. Notes: Written for the P0rn Fest # 3 @
fanfic_italia with prompt RPS Fall Out Boy, Andy / Joe, obsession. Title from Cobra Starship, and I thank
eyes_of_venom
indirect inspiration for the XD
Summary: In which Andy is a bit 'masochistic, and Joe a bit' in love (but is in good company ).

There is still a matter of inches between the hand of Joe and the band, but Andy has broken his breath. She feels trying to keep control, breathing through clenched teeth and eyes closed, the shoulder line and tight against the hard feelings that go with each thrust. Joe and blows a lock of hair off the neck - shivering, half a curse, and Andy's hand running over the back of the bed -, kisses her neck and let your hand go up just slightly, touching the edge of the bandage and then retired. The bandage is heavy, white gauze and disinfectant that smells of fresh, white patch on the side of a reddened and sore, a frame holds the patch firmly in place, ordered, and misused to hide good skin marked by new grooves' s ink.
Andy says it's not an obsession, and Joe has learned well not to contradict him. Andy stopped to protest every time Joe goes looking for with the mouth that tastes like alcohol and his eyes misted, he is not entitled to comment when Andy comes to getting fucked after each new tattoo. Not that there is normally complain, but still. Let again running his fingers on the sides of the gauze, savoring the sensitive skin taut while the broom around slowly, no hurry to finish before it gets to someone or that others will wake up, not when they have a bed available and all a free afternoon before. Andy does not leave him off the bandages - not yet, not when the scars are still fresh and you could ruin the tattoo - do not leave trace the new designs with fingernails or teeth, but never mind. It means that will have to find the right way for him to come without touching it, to crush his self-control and reduce it in ways inconsistent. not know how this healthy instinct of the drummer, or what it is he who supports him without batting an eye in his masochism, but they are questions that go out of mind when his body sinks into the close and warm as if we belonged, chest perfectly wedged against his back and hands on hips those who ask only to be covered with bruises in the shape of palm. The first time Joe had made him seriously Andy was angry, saying he should have taken the shirt during the concert to cover the signs - four small dark spots just above the hem of the pants, plus another just behind - and a lot of other stories, but at the end of September had taken him aside and made him a blowjob in the shadow of instrument cases. A bit 'for the adrenaline of the concert and a little' to the risk, Joe had not lasted so long. From that moment he had taken care to leave marks just below the belt. is that Andy has this thing for brands, something that must have something to do with the manner in which he confronts it all - music, ethics, life. These are trivial things that are trivial, and those that are important really important, and one thing is not really important if you do not leave something indelibly on him. You do not tattoo random things, after all. (How not to choose people at random ... "celebrate" after all. There are implications that Joe is afraid to put into account, to be honest.) "More-" tries to tell Andy, husky voice that breaks, as if even he did not know "more" thing. Faster, stronger, deeper - Joe does it all, holding it to the dock and the purpose of bad grace, pace and pulled against the forces seeking the right angle, one that forced Andy to crush the pillow and make the knuckles whiten to stand at the edge of the bed. "-so 'sobs, and her arms and shaking his head dropped on his chest in an attempt to take breath, his hair covering his face and curls on the neck sweat, and Christ, Joe would just turn and kiss him. It does not, would not do, is at a cracking pace himself and has just enough time to take over Andy's cock and stroked once, twice that much is already coming with a curse. He feels proud of himself for a moment, then he should promptly close my eyes and hide her face against the shoulder of Andy not to get lost completely in orgasm. When you are lying between the covers untrimmed and returned breathless, Joe turns on his side and begins to slide your finger across the back of Andy, who lay on his stomach under cross your arms and puts on a cheek to watch it. Joe continues his plan in silence, following curved path already defined and imagined, according to the sketch in his head that led him to still play casually with the patches of the bandage. A corner was low-cut, and smooth with fingertips. Andy lets do still, but his gaze is attentive and profound. "He's coming right?" Joe says, going up along the side to the shoulder, reinventing the designs on his arm.
comes up to the elbow then Andy stops him, takes his hand and slips it between her fingers, staring with the shadow of something eyes. "Perfect." Joe looks at him, smiles and bends down to kiss his shoulder.