dolan twins imagines

blow; g.d

⇾ [your pov]

your lips wrapped around grayson's cock; skillfully blowing him as he sat, legs spread, on the edge of his bed. a thin film of sweat held a few strands of hair to his forehead.

you had been at this for a good 10 minutes now, and grayson was surprised he had managed to last this long with you mercilessly pleasing him.

however, you had been edging him the entire time. he would feel the pressure in his stomach start to build; his increased whines giving him away clear as day that he was close. and then, with a mischievous glance up at him through thick lashes, you would slow down for the hundredth time thus far.

he wanted his orgasm so desperately it was beginning to hurt. but, he let you do this your way; seeing even though it was torture, he loved it.

you pulled back, releasing him with a pop before dipping your tongue into his slit to collect the opaque bead of pre-cum that had surfaced there.

you pressed his member back against his stomach so you could drag your tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft. you took into account every vein that was laced into the solid structure of his hard cock.

grayson already felt as if he was going to burst at any moment, so his heart raced even more when your mouth leveled with his oh-so-sensitive balls.

you slowly took one into your mouth, suckling on it gently, prodding and massaging it with your tongue. all the while, your hand was pumping his dick rhythmically. his loopy eyes rolled and he tipped his head back; adam's apple bobbing when he moaned out at the heavenly sensation.

you took the second one in your mouth, hand moving faster, faster, faster, and you could hear the contact of skin on skin.

taking him back in your mouth, not before teasing him by swirling your tongue over his blushing tip, his hand came up shakily to take purchase in your soft hair.

"you're so fuckin' good." he groaned, head tilting back to admire the beautiful sight in front of him. watching you suck him off was one of his favorite things to see. it turned him on in unimaginable ways.

his mind wandered back to how this event came to be: the both of you were sitting in his living room, doing your usual run of netflix shows when soon he found himself unable to keep his hands off you. his fingertips lingered on your thighs before sliding up to rest just above your panty line. you giggled softly at his needy actions, turning and draping your leg over graysons lap to straddle him.

"need something gray?" you teased, dipping your head into his neck to leave deep bruises on his collarbone making him sigh out.

"need..." be paused briefly to nip on your earlobe, "need you."

his large hands held your waist, and your smaller ones gripped his shoulders as he pressed his hips upward slightly so you could feel him growing in his boxers. the teasing went on like that for a while; the grinding, the breathy moans. it had even gone as far as him slipping his hand into your shorts to collect your increasing wetness on his fingers. at that point you hopped off his lap, took him by the hand, and dragged him towards his bedroom.

you weren't keen on wasting time, his sweats and boxers already pooled at his ankles and a pleading look in his dark eyes; and now, here you were.

you let your jaw fall slack to take him deeper in your throat. once you had grown accustomed to his thick girth in your mouth again, after your short break of jerking him off instead, grayson began raising his hips off the bed to thrust into your mouth. he went slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm you.

but, when you gripped his thighs, producing content noises from the back of your throat, his tempo increased. he went deeper and deeper until his tip was grazing the back of your throat with each rocking lurch of his pelvis.

his breathing was coming more rapidly now, feeling the familiar coil begin to tighten in his stomach again.

"f-fuck m'gonna cum," he warned, "you gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth or what, princess?" he said more so as a statement rather than a question, knowing without a doubt that you would.

you pulled your mouth away, a string of saliva connecting you still. you let yourself sink farther down on to the floor, opening your mouth wide and flattening your tongue, eager to receive every drop of his creamy load.

grayson leaned forward, his large hand coming around him to grasp his length. he began tugging on it, his eye brows knit together, lips parted in heavy concentration as he chased after his high that was-

"so close." he whimpered shakily, jerking harder and faster on his cock.

you lifted your hand to squeeze his tight balls, "give it to me, gray." you mewled encouragingly. then you saw it; you knew his cumming face.

his face looked as if he was trying with everything in him to hold it, to drag out the pleasure just a little bit longer. but, every coil has its limit before it snaps like a rubber band; that's exactly what his did.

with his free hand still fisting your hair tightly, his ab muscles contracted and that coil came undone; his climax crashing down on him unexpectedly.

"ugh fuck," he cried, "fuck, fuck, fuck-"

his thighs trembled and his hips jutted forward slightly as ribbons of his warm fluid burst from his tip. it fell on your face in an erotic facial, the majority landing on your welcoming tongue.

he finished with a heavy sigh, still gently pulling on his cock, even tapping it on your tongue and squeezing the tip to ensure he had emptied every last drop. he tilted your chin up and you showcased it in your mouth like a prize before swallowing proudly.

at that sight he felt himself grow hard again. you gave him a smirk and pulled him in by his neck to attach your lips to his. his tasted himself evidently on your tongue, and consequently, he enjoyed it.

"this time i'm cumming in you." he rasped lowly, taking your wrist and tugging to lift you from the floor, only to push your small body to lay on his bed as he crawled over you, his body swaying.

"do your worst, dolan."