A/N: This was part of a prompt for this RP I joined. The prompt was Feathers. This only my second time writing smut, and my first time posting it here, so I'm terribly sorry if it sucks.
Thanks to Ginny for betaing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Wes was tied to the bed, spread eagle, with David lying next to him, smirking.
"Are you going to do anything to me in this century?" he begs getting impatient.
"You've only been tied up for 20 minutes, Wes," David comments, getting off the bed to walk over to the open black box on the desk. He pulls something out, turning back towards Wes, with the item behind his back.
"What…what do you have there?" he asks, trying to peer around David. David only smirks, approaching the bed. He climbs on, straddling Wes, reaching up and tying the blindfold he was holding around Wes. He gets up, walking back over to the box. "Where the fuck did you go?" Wes asks, straining against his bonds.
"Relax; you'll like what we're doing."
"That thing we're doing better be you fucking me."
"In good time, Ley." David reaches into the box, pulling out a long feather. He smiles, reaching the bed again. He runs the feather down Wes's body, barely letting it touch anything, simply teasing.
"Fuc-Davy," Wes groans, arching into the touch. David runs the feather around Wes's cock, laughing as Wes immediately thrusts up. "Fuck," he moans.
"Like that Ley?"
"No, I fucking hate it," he mutters, thrusting again trying to get some friction on his aching cock. "I fucking hate you sometimes."
David laughs, straddling Wes's lap, and thrusting down. "You love me," he whispers into Wes's ear, before biting it gently. "Hmm what should I do next?"
"Fuck me, damn it."
"So pushy," David says, thrusting down again. David leans forward kissing Wes hard, his tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth, matching the rhythm of their hips. "Shall I fuck you Ley?"
"Yes, yes, fuck yes. Fuck me Davy, please just fuck me," he begs, thrusting hard against David, David chuckles, reaching over to grab the lube. He lubes up three fingers, before reaching back and teasing his own hole. "Davy…..please…." Wes begs, David smiles, pushing a finger in, moaning at the feeling. "What…what are you doing?"
"I don't feel like fucking you tonight," he says breathlessly as he moves the finger in and out, quickly adding a second finger. He begins to scissor them, in and out, moaning at the feeling.
"Davy?" Wes asks, straining against the bonds, wishing he could see. David crooks his finger just so, hitting his prostate, causing him to moan loudly, thrusting down against Wes. He pushes in a third finger, moving it in and out quickly before removing his fingers all together. He groans at the empty feeling before reaching for the lube again and squirting it over his hand. He quickly rubs Wes's cock with it before positioning himself over it. He pushes down slowly, enjoying the feeling of being full.
"Oh," David moans when Wes thrust up, causing him to being completely inside of David.
"Davy," Wes groans. "Please, let me see you. Let me touch you." David lifts himself off of Wes before letting himself slam down. "Please, Davy." David reaches forward, undoing Wes's bonds. Wes quickly throws off his blindfold. "Fuck, you're so hot like this," he whispers, his hands running up and down David's body. He looks around, his eye catching the abandoned feather. He picks it up, running it down David's chest.
"Fuck," David moans, beginning to ride Wes harder.
"Davy," Wes groans, thrusting up. He runs the feather lower down David's chest, running it over his cock, teasing him.
"Touch me," he moans. "Please, Ley, touch me."
"Not yet," he whispers, leaning forward to kiss him. He lifts David off quickly.
"What….What are you doing?"
"Shhhh," Wes soothes, kissing him. "You'll see." He moves on the bed, adjusting their position. He reaches down, placing David's legs over his shoulders before quickly thrusting in.
"Fuck!" David cries as Wes hits his prostate hard. "Ley, touch me, please touch me." Taking pity on him, Wes wraps his hand around his cock, moving it up and down in an unsteady rhythm.
"I love you," he whispers, increasing his pace, hitting David's prostrate on every thrust.
"Fuck, Wes, I…." he moans, arching into Wes's touch as he screams, come spilling onto Wes's hand and his stomach. Wes groans as David's muscles clench around him as he thrust once, twice and a third time before screaming David's name, coming hard.
After a moment, breathing loudly, Wes pulls out, moving David's legs from his shoulders and flopping down next to David.