So major smut warning on this one.
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Third Person POV

"Ryan, I don't want to go," Dallon sighs

"Babe, we are going, if you like or not we are, and whenever you say that you end up having a great time." Ryan wrapped his arms around Dallon's neck and kissed him lightly.

"Also, you look amazing," Ryan said let's go and fix his boyfriend's collar. "Plus, we haven't seen them in ever and, we go every year"

"What is in it for me?" Dallon asked

"Making me very happy" Ryan smiles

"Fine, you sold me." Dallon rolls his eyes in defeat

About an hour later

"Hey, guys!" Ryan and Dallon both turned around to see Geoff waving at them.

"Hey!" Ryan grinned, walking over and half dragging Dallon with him. "Great party, man! Who else is here?" Dallon asked.

"Well, I mean, I couldn't tell you everyone that's here, but I know for sure that Otto and Awsten are here, obviously. I think Frank, Elijah, and Travis are also here, but other than that, there are kinda too many people to tell."

"Oh, awesome! Do you know where Awsten and Otto are? It's been ages since we've seen each other."

"Yeah, I think they're over by the snack table. Which, like, help yourselves to, by the way. Otto decided that today would be a good day to do a shit ton of baking. So we've got brownies, lemon bars, cupcakes, I think, 6 different kinds of cookies, and Rice Krispie cakes."

"Man, he really does like to cook, doesn't he? We'll have to keep Awsten away from it! I mean, you remember last year, don't you?" Ryan chimed in.

"He had so much sugar I swear he could talk to electricity!" Dallon laughed. "Yeahhh, I don't think we want a repeat of last year. I'll come with you guys and tell him to stay away from the candy."

"Otto! Awsten! Dallon and Ryan are here!" Geoff had to yell over the music blasting through the speakers.

"Hey!" Awsten looked up from the cookies he was holding and smiled. "How long have you guys been here?" he asks.

"Uhhhh, a few hours." Dallon shrugged

"A few hours? How did we not see each other?"

"Big party, I guess." "Mmhm. Well, anyway, it's been wayyyy too long! We gotta catch up!"

"For sure! We'll meet up with you guys later, alright? Ryan and I are gonna go dance."

"Oh, we are? Ok, it was great seeing you again! Talk to you later!" Ryan called as Dallon dragged him off towards the crowded dance floor.

"There's not much room.." Ryan said as he and Dallon tried to squeeze in between the other couples around them. "We don't need much room." Dallon purred, pressing closely up against his boyfriend.

"O-oh." Ryan swallowed hard as Dallon's hands moved to his hips. Dallon smirked as he heard the intro to the next song. The distant drums and flutes are barely audible over the noise of the party.

"Ohh my god, you asked them to play this song, didn't you?" Ryan rolled his eyes when he heard the familiar whistle just before the singing began.

"I did no such thing! Purely coincidental." As the chorus came around the first time, Dallon began grinding lightly on Ryan, going harder as the moaning got louder.

"Dallon, we're in public!"

"Oh, it's not like we're the only ones doing it. And being in public hasn't stopped us in the past... you remember Minneapolis, don't you?"

"Y-yeahh..." Ryan agreed hesitantly, not trusting his own voice. He yelped and jumped slightly when he felt Dallon do it again, this time also moving his hands down to grab Ryan's ass and slipping one of his knees between his legs.
"Hmm, you gettin' excited, baby boy?" Dallon growled lowly into his ear.

"I-I- ohhhhh gooood" Ryan cut himself off with a groan and let his head fall forward onto Dallon's shoulder as Dallon moved his leg to press harder against Ryan's groin.

"What's that, Ryan? Do you need something?" Dallon asked with a smirk

"Let's get outta here."

"Well, my dear, as much as I'd love to do that, we did promise Otto, Geoff, and Awsten we'd catch up so we've gotta stay here. But..." Dallon grabbed his hand all of a sudden and practically dragged him off the dance floor.

"We can find an unoccupied room. Everyone's gonna be down here dancing so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Oh, Dal, I don't know..."

"No one will even notice we're gone." He considered it for a moment before nodding and allowing Dallon to drag him the rest of the way to the stairs. It took them twice as long for them to get up the stairs because they had to stop every 10 seconds to make out. But, they eventually made it up the stairs and into an empty room.

"Who's room is this?" Ryan asked in between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses once they were both lying down on the bed.

"Beats me."

"What if it's Geoff, Awsten, and Otto's room?"

"So what if it is?"

"Well, wouldn't it be weird fucking in the same bed our friends probably do?"

"Well, yeah. But this room can't be theirs. They said their room is at the end of the hall. We picked the closest one."

"I guess, you're probably right."

"Always am," Dallon smirked before kissing down Ryan's neck.

"Ohhh, shit, Dallon!" Ryan moaned as Dallon moved to suck on one of his nipples. Dallon kissed back up his chest and neck to suck on his jaw, definitely leaving marks that would be really hard to cover up tomorrow morning.

"Knees. Now." Dallon commanded, before licking a stripe up his neck Ryan scrambled off the bed and kneeled on the floor as fast as he could. Dallon crawled off and stood in front of him, tangling his fingers in his boyfriend's hair. Ryan inched forward on his knees ever so slightly to mouth at Dallon's quite obvious hard-on.

"Hey, stop teasing." Dallon reprimanded, just a hint of his dominant side coming through. Ryan gulped and moved his hands to undo Dallon's jeans and pull down his boxers. Dallon moved his hand to the back of Ryan's head and pushed him forward a little more, so the tip of his dick was barely touching Ryan's lips.

"Hands behind your back, sweetheart, don't touch yourself." He told him when Ryan made a move put a hand around his dick. He whined and looked up at Dallon with pleading eyes. And he looked so goddamn innocent. Dallon just wanted to ruin it. He wanted to fuck his throat raw and cum all over his face. Just destroy his innocence, make him tainted.

Dallon pushed into Ryan's warm, wet mouth, groaning. Ryan bobbed his head up and down, running his tongue along the base and hollowing out his cheeks. Dallon's hands began tugging on his hair a little and he began to fuck Ryan's mouth.

    Dallon knew how much he liked getting his mouth fucked--when they first started dating Ryan would put his hands behind his back and practically beg Dallon to do it (not that he needed all that much persuasion, anyway).

Dallon brought a hand down to Ryan's neck, feeling himself sliding in and out of his throat. He had always thought that Ryan's mouth was fucking made for sucking cock, his lips were pink, perfectly shaped, soft, and wet. Ryan gagged, tears springing to his eyes as Dallon thrust into his mouth particularly roughly.

He tried to pull back but was surprised when he felt Dallon's grip on his hair tighten and force him further down. "That's it, hey, look at me." Ryan lifted his eyes to meet Dallon's. Tears were running down his cheeks and spit dripping down his chin.

"There you go. So fucking pretty. You just love choking on my cock, don't you?" Ryan just looked up at him with doe eyes. Dallon pulled out and grabbed him by the chin.

"I asked you a question, Ryan."

"God, yes," Ryan panted, voice completely wrecked. "God, I fucking love it! I love when you force your big dick down my throat. I love it when you just fucking ruin me!"

"Good boy." Dallon petted the top of his head and pushed in again. Ryan began bobbing his head again and looked up at Dallon, his lips stretched obscenely around Dallon's shaft.

Ryan was licking and sucking and Dallon was about 0.2 seconds away from coming, and as much as he loved coming in Ryan's mouth (and on his face--shit), he had other things in mind at the moment, so he pulled out, a trail of spit still connecting Ryan's mouth to his cock. And fuck, Ryan made a motion to get his mouth back on Dallon's cock, and he looked genuinely upset that he didn't have his dick in his mouth anymore.

"Get on the bed, baby." Ryan was back up on the bed in a matter of seconds, lying on his back. Dallon draped his body over his and began sucking more hickeys onto his neck and nipping around his ear. "How do you want it, sugar? Hmm? On your back like this--with your legs up, showing me your pretty little hole? On your knees, facing away from me? Or do you wanna ride me? God, I'd love to see you bouncing on my cock like the little slut I know you are."

Ryan only moaned and lifted his hips up, desperately attempting to get some kind of friction. "So, what's it gonna be, Ryry?" "I-I wanna ride you." He answered breathlessly. Dallon nodded.

"You need prep?" Ryan bit his lip and nodded slowly. Dallon nodded and got off the b,d, beginning to strip down as Ryan stared in awe. "Baby, strip down." Dallon told him, his voice playful and innocent enough, but the undertones entirely predatory.

Ryan scrambled quickly to his feet and fumbled with the button on his jeans. When he finally got them undone, he pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them, then pulled off his shirt and got back on the bed.

As soon as Dallon was undressed he crawled back on the mattress and hovered over Ryan. Looking into his eyes with a devilish grin spreading over his face as he thought of all the wicked things he could do to the boy lying beneath him.

"Jesus, Ryan, the things I would do to you if we had more time..." Dallon breathed.

"W-what would you do to me?" Ryan asks with a glimmer of fear in his eyes that just makes Dallon melt.

"I haven't decided... would I hold you down and fuck you nice and slow, or would I tie you up and fuck you so hard you're begging for mercy? Would I keep bringing you to the edge but never let you cum, or would I make you cum so many times that the only thing you know is how to scream my name?" Dallon questioned, running his hands down Ryan's body.

Ryan threw his head back and moaned at Dallon's words. "Would I make you ride me so hard you can't walk for days, or would I force you down, fuck your throat, and cum all over your pretty little face?"

"D-Dal, please-" Ryan was cut off by fingers shoved into his mouth.

"Suck," Dallon commanded, a small smirk appearing on his face when he felt Ryan gag. Once he decided they were wet enough, he pulled out his fingers and pressed his index lightly against Ryan's hole.

"Fuck, please! Stop teasing!" He cried, pushing back against Dallon's finger.

Dallon pulled away to growl in his ear. "You'll take what I fucking give you."

"S-sorry." He said half of it a groan. Dallon nodded and continued thrusting his finger in and out before adding a second, third and fourth.

"Suck again." He commanded, kneeling over Ryan's head. He lifted his head again and took Dallon's dick into his mouth.

"Good boy." He pulled out and lay down on his back, letting Ryan position himself over Dallon's dick. Dallon bit his bottom lip harshly as Ryan sank down on his cock, the feeling of the tightness engulfing his head made his knees go weak and he gripped his boyfriend's hips tightly to stop himself from thrusting up already and accidentally hurting him.

"F-fuck, baby-- So tight" he gritted out between clenched teeth as Ryan sat down completely, breathing hard against his skin. Ryan didn't even wait a few seconds, he immediately started to move his hips, using the width and length of his boyfriend's cock to fuck himself on it, little whines of pleasure escaping him which just got Dallon even more riled up.

"So good, baby boy; fucking yourself on my cock- just like a sweet little whore for me" Dallon groaned into his boyfriend's ear, feeling Ryan push himself up with his hands pressed to the brunet's chest, bouncing up and down on his cock as fast as he could.

"Ngh-- D-Dallon" a breathy moan escaped his lips as he tipped his head back, giving Dallon the chance to sit up and press his lips to Ryan's neck, sucking on it, which caused him to moan louder. With his hands, he helped Ryan find a faster rhythm of bouncing up and down his cock while he rocked his hips up as best as he could.

"Feels s-so good, baby"

"Oh god- right there, Dallon!" Ryan practically screamed as Dallon thrust up into him and hit his prostate dead on, continuing to rock up into the bundle of nerves.

"I'm gonna-" Dallon cut him off. "Baby, pull off."

"But I-I-"

"Ry, just do it, I wanna fuck you." He pulled out and flipped Ryan over, positioning himself between his legs. Ryan cried out in pain and pleasure when he thrust in without warning.

"FUCK! Ohhhhh my god!" He yelled, blindly trying to find something to grasp onto. He settled on the bars of the bedpost and held on for dear life as Dallon pulled out and slammed back in again, setting a slow pace but thrusting in hard and deep each time.

"Dal- fuck- harder!" He slammed in again, just a little faster this time.

"Jesus, fuck- Dal, just please- fuck me hard. I want to feel you for days! I-I don't wanna be able to walk or sit or even think" He nodded and picked up the pace.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight for me!" He grunted. Ryan cried out again, verging on sobs as Dallon pounded into him mercilessly.

"Fuuuhuhuhuuuck!" He moaned, voice wavering with the force that his body was being slammed into.

"You fucking like that, pretty boy? You like when I ruin you?" "Yes, yes, yes!" He sobbed as Dallon tangled his fingers in his hair and held his head down. The only sounds that filled the room were the sound of skin slapping together and the sound of their moans and grunts. "Please, fuck-" he whimpered. "Oh my GOD! DO THAT AGAIN!" His whimpers turned to screams when Dallon rammed into his prostate.

Dallon angled himself so that he was hitting Ryan's prostate with each thrust. Ryan mashed his face into the pillows in an attempt to muffle his loud moans.

Dallon yanked his head up by his hair. "Let 'em out, I wanna hear them." He groaned. "I want everyone to hear them. I want the whole world t-to know how much of a fucking slut you are for me."

"Ahhh... uhh... oh fuck... ohhh shit, Dallon!" Ryan's eyes went crossed and rolled back into his head from the overwhelming assault on his sense of touch, his mouth continuing to hang open in obscene sounds of pleasure. He tried to beg a few times, but could barely manage to string together coherent syllables- much fewer words- the harder Dallon fucked into him.

Finally, he managed something that sounds a little like "please lemme cum", voice completely wrecked from near screaming and having Dallon's cock shoved down his throat earlier.

"Go on, pretty, cum for me, be a good boy," Dallon urged with a smile, and it was mere seconds before Ryan was cumming all over himself with a sob, arching and writhing on his cock and pushing his hips down fervently.

He felt like he was gonna fucking die when Dallon kept fucking into him, through his orgasm, and into oversensitivity. His brain had essentially turned into fucked-out sludge in his head by the time Dallon came inside him with a soft "fuck!", hot, wet, and forcing a short-lived scream from Ryan's wrecked vocal cords.

They lay there for a while, coming down from their highs and allowing Ryan's brain to return from its fucked-out sludge state. Dallon turned to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Baby, we should probably get cleaned up, we've been gone for a long time."

Ryan groaned, but nodded and got up, walking to the bathroom to attempt to make himself presentable.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, his voice raspy and barely there.

"Shit!" He cried again, realizing this.

"What?" Dallon asked, before realizing what was wrong.

"Oh. Oh shit." He walked over to his boyfriend.

"It's not just your voice either, you've got, um..." he trailed off.

"Yeah, I know! What are we gonna do?"

"You didn't happen to bring a turtleneck, did you?"

"No, and even if I had, I'd basically need to go up to my nose."

"Lemme see if I've got anything in my jacket," Dallon said, walking over to find where his jacket had been haphazardly thrown. "Bingo!" He cheered, holding up a nearly empty container of concealer.

"Why am I not surprised you brought concealer..." Dallon just winked at him and threw the container.

"Dallon, this is almost empty, there's not gonna be enough."

"Well, I dunno... I guess just cover the worst ones?" Ryan nodded and retreated back to the bathroom.

"There's nothing we can do about your voice, though. And it's just gonna get worse."

"I'll suck it up. You can do the talking for once." 15 minutes later, the pair walked out of the bedroom smelling like sex, their hair mussed up, Dallon's shirt buttoned wrong, Ryan limping slightly, his voice gone and his neck covered in hickeys.

So not looking suspicious at all.

Awsten caught Dallon's eye and beckoned them over. "Hey, guys! What's... up?" He paused when he saw their current state. He leaned over and whispered something to Geoff and Otto. Geoff shook his head and looked offended, while Otto smiled knowingly.

"So," Otto started. "What's new with the iDKHOW boys?"

"Oh, not much. We've started work on the album, of course, you guys already know that." Dallon told them.

"Ryan, what about you?" Dallon and Ryan exchanged a panicked look, before Ryan croaked out: "Uh, yeah, not much." His voice was wrecked. And not just hoarse, it was barely there.

"I fucking knew it!" Awsten yelled at Geoff. "Third year in a row!"

"What?!" Dallon demanded.

"This is the third year in a row you guys have fucked at our post-New Year's party! I knew it, I just had to convince Geoff here."

"Fine." Dallon sighed.

"But how did you know before Ryan's voice?"

"Hair, hair, shirt, limp, hickeys, and uh, you guys smell like sex." He said, pointing to the discrepancies as he listed them off. Dallon sighed and rubbed his temples, while Ryan looked absolutely mortified.

Awsten grabbed Ryan's wrist and pulled him aside, whispering in his ear: "How was it?"

The end

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