hoo boy here we go

we knew it was gonna happen soon and here it is

Warnings: Light smut (It gets more intimate in part 2 But, it's sweet and loving, none of that kinky sinning in MY Christian household)

pfft who am I kidding I love that shit

anyway

That is all. Enjoy, and if you see any mistakes, please point them out :)

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"H-Hey, uh, Dal?" Brendon looked up from where he was laying on his boyfriend's chest, kissing him on the jaw lightly. The older man turned away from the movie they were watching to look up at him.

"Yeah?"

"You know how it's Christmas Eve tomorrow..?"

"Yeah, I'd been meaning to bring it up, actually. You still want to go through with it, baby? I know how much it means to you."

"Yeah." Brendon nodded determinedly, trying to convince himself more than anything.

"Well just make sure, okay? These things shouldn't be rushed." Brendon opened his mouth, and Dallon put a finger over it. "Upupup- Don't worry about me, before you say anything. We don't need to have sex for me to know I love you, you know."

"I hope so." Brendon smiled and kissed Dallon on the lips. "You're so patient, I'm sorry I have to be like this."

"Don't be sorry. It'll just make it all the more special when the time finally does come around. I'm just glad I get to be the lucky one."

Brendon hummed and resumed laying on top of Dallon, both of them surprisingly comfortable. "I bet you say that to all the girls." He grinned. Dallon laughed, and Brendon felt himself move with his boyfriend's chest as he did so.

"Only the pretty ones."

"Who are these pretty girls? Dallon, have you been cheating?!" Brendon feigned shock, and they both laughed again.

"Yeah, with your mom."

"Oh, so my mom is pretty. Eh, I agree. I mean, I must've got all this from somewhere. I can't have gotten this fantastic ass from my dad, y'know."

"Ah, right, thanks. That image will be fun if all goes to plan tomorrow."

"You know what, Dal? I'm excited."

"Good! Me too! More than excited, but y'know, it's not every day you get to take your 21-year-old boyfriend's virginity. Seriously dude, where were you in high school?"

"Being the only dude not getting my dick sucked in the bathrooms at break?"

"Fair enough, I have seen your high school photos. I wouldn't've sucked your dick in high school."

"I agree. What a glow-up, huh?"

"What a glow-up. I'd definitely suck your dick now."

"Is that how we're measuring attractiveness? What's the scale here?"

"I mean, I guess we'll call a 1 out of 10 'Brendon in high school'. Then 'I would let them suck my dick' would be about a 5 or a 6 out of ten, then 'I would suck their dick' Is a ten out of ten."

"Works for me."

There was a moment of silence, where they both turned back to the film, before Brendon spoke up, his voice slightly muffled as one of his cheeks was pressed against Dallon's shirt.

"So I'm a ten out of ten?"

"No, actually, correction - twelve out of ten."

"So what would that be?"

"'Would literally die for this person' Sounds about right."

"Oh my God..." Brendon hugged Dallon tightly and nuzzled against his chest. "What heaven did you come from and why do I deserve to keep you here?" Brendon kissed Dallon again, for longer this time, only pulling away because Dallon needed to breathe, and even then he chased after his lips, capturing them again and smiling into it. Brendon kissed him three more times, long and loving and passionate, before reluctantly letting him go with a frown.

"I just want to kiss you, Dal."

"Who says you can't?"

"Well, I don't want to, y'know... Awaken the Kraken." He waved his arms to try and demonstrate.

"Awaken the Kraken?! Oh my God!" Dallon started to laugh, a little snort that soon turned into loud and almost hysterical laughter, Brendon having no choice but to join in.

"What?! It's true! It's a biological fact that a lot of kissing makes you- Oh, fuck off!" Brendon tried to explain himself, failing miserably when Dallon continued to squirm and laugh underneath him.

"I just- Fuck- I fucking can't even breathe-"

"It wasn't that funny."

"It was! Brendon, careful, you're on my bladder. This could get dangerou-" Dallon cut himself off with a wheeze, and Brendon felt his boyfriend's stomach muscles clench underneath him.

"Oh my fucking God. You're hopeless." Brendon snorted as he saw Dallon trying to breathe, his bright red face and gaping mouth reminding him of a goldfish. Then he remembered the Kraken again and started to giggle. "No!" He laughed. "No, why am I laughing!? It wasn't even funny!"

"I swear to God, I'm gonna bring this up at the worst time tomorrow." Dallon choked.

"No!"

"Yes! Just right as things are getting interesting: 'Hey, Brendon, the Kraken wants to have a word with you..!'" He snorted.

"Dallon, no!"

"'Ohh, Bren, touch the Kraken, please, it needs your attention.'" Dallon started to choke as he wheezed again, and Brendon laughed at him.

"Stop! God, what drugs are you on tonight?!"

"All of them!"

"Well, that would explain a lot. Now, if you don't mind shutting up for a second..."

Brendon leant in to kiss his boyfriend again, successfully quietening him, although he could still feel Dallon grinning against his lips. He kissed him harder, his goal to get rid of that grin that slowly disappeared into a smile, then a smirk, and then finally it was gone. Dallon gently and cautiously slid his tongue into Brendon's mouth, and Brendon reassured him that it was okay by returning the gesture. He began to suck on Dallon's tongue, one of his favourite things to do in the world, before Dallon very reluctantly pulled away, taking Brendon's bottom lip between his teeth with a furrowed brow as he did so.

"Sorry, Dal. You know much I love to kiss you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away."

"It's alright, baby," Dallon rubbed Brendon's back absent-mindedly. "Although I might have to leave the room to let loose the Kraken." He snorted again.

"DALLON!"

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"Hey, Dal? I've been thinking about this all day and I... I-I think I'm ready now." They were watching a movie again, and they were laid spooning on the couch. The older man, who was before starting to feel himself zone out, propped his head up on his hand and rubbed Brendon's stomach with the other hand that was around his waist.

"Yeah?" He kissed behind Brendon's ear, the younger man nodding and turning all the way around to face Dallon on the couch. "Well, we'll take it slow, okay?" Brendon nodded again, before leaning in slowly to latch his lips onto Dallon's softly. Dallon's hands made their way to wrap loosely around Brendon's waist, and Brendon used one hand to cup Dallon's jaw, pulling him in a little harder. Brendon was full of nervous energy, and part of him wanted to run and hide, and the other part wanted to stay right the fuck there and finish what he started. He couldn't let Dallon down, not now, and so that's what he did.

He slid his tongue past his lover's lips and ran it slowly over his teeth, Dallon returning the gesture, licking a chilling strip along the roof of Brendon's mouth and making the younger feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, pressing closer and kissing him harder. Brendon began to swirl his tongue around Dallon's, before taking it into his mouth to suck on it with a smile. Dallon bit back a soft moan so as to not alarm the younger man and instead took to running his hands up and down his boyfriend's sides as a distraction, occasionally pressing down on his hips and tracing circles into the small of his back. They pulled away, and Dallon was pleased to see Brendon's eyes half-lidded and seeming to sparkle due to the reflection of the Christmas lights on the tree behind Dallon's head.

"I love you." He murmured. Brendon pecked his lips.

"I love you too." Dallon ducked down to kiss at his shoulder, before looking back up at him for a reaction. Brendon nodded, so he continued to kiss at his neck, shoulders and collarbone. He felt Brendon grab the back of his shirt in two fists when the kisses became more open-mouthed and wet, and finally, a soft, almost inaudible pleasured sigh tumbled from his lips and his head fell back as Dallon licked a stripe along the underside of his jaw.

"Whatever that is, don't stop. I like it."' Brendon grinned, deciding to lean down and copy his boyfriend, mouthing at the nape of Dallon's neck. Dallon made no objections, so he started to try and experiment, nipping softly at the skin over his lover's Adam's apple before pressing a kiss to it and moving up to bite at the shell of Dallon's ear. He got a small noise from that and continued. He took Dallon's earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it, breathing heavily as Dallon decided to try and take it a step farther and begin to form a hickey on Brendon's shoulder.

"Is this okay?" He broke away from the reddening skin and Brendon nodded with a smile, returning his attention to the inviting expanse of Dallon's neck, kissing and licking at it wetly. He felt the vibrations as Dallon gave a low moan when he found a particular spot, just below his jaw.

"There?"

"Mmhm. That's one of mine, now where are yours..? I wonder..." Dallon moved to suck and bite at his collarbone, moving ever-so-slightly along until-

"Dal!" Brendon gasped, gripping Dallon's hair with both hands and pulling away from his neck to let his head fall back.

"There's the money spot." Dallon hummed against his skin and continued to bite and lick and suck at that same sweet spot until Brendon's collarbone boasted a large purple mark. He licked over it with a flattened tongue, and he heard Brendon moan properly for the first time ever. It was low and rough and beautiful, and yeah, Dallon was definitely getting hard now. He slid over to lay on top of Brendon, lifting his shirt a little to caress the bone of his hips.

"You alright, baby?"

"Yeah, I love this. I love you."

"Good." Dallon smiled. "I love you too. Is it okay if I..?" He lifted the bottom of Brendon's shirt. Brendon nodded, smiling.

"Of course! I was gonna do it if you didn't. Here, give me this." Brendon pulled off Dallon's 'totally ironic' Christmas jumper, and then the vest that was underneath. He immediately ran his hands over his boyfriend's chest, only stopping to put his arms over his head when Dallon tugged his shirt off in return.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful? Because you are." Dallon kissed his chest, and Brendon went red.

"Pfft. Stop, have you seen yourself? God, you're fucking hot." He squeezed Dallon's arms before trailing his hands down to rub over his chest and down to trace his fingers over the skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Dallon's stomach twitched under his touch, ticklish, and Brendon leant down, gaining confidence from the sight of the erection Dallon was sporting under his jeans, and latched his mouth onto a nipple. Dallon groaned above him, and Brendon's cock twitched at the sound, music to his ears. He decided he wanted more of that, so he brought a hesitant hand down to brush over the zipper of Dallon's jeans. He skirted two fingers over the hardness there, watching as his boyfriend's head snapped down to observe.

   "It's alright, go on." Brendon changed the position of his hand to cup Dallon's clothed erection and heard his breath hitch above him. He started to rub cautiously, and Dallon moaned softly.

   "Fuck, Bren, you can do it harder. You aren't gonna hurt me, baby." Dallon smiled and kissed his cheek, sweet and encouraging.

   "Right, okay." He pressed down harder, and Dallon moaned loudly in his ear, resting his head on Brendon's shoulder, mouthing loosely at his neck.

   "Ohh, Bren... Can I touch you? Let me touch you, please." He begged, and Brendon whined.

   "Fuck. Y-Yeah."  Dallon snaked a hand down to paw at Brendon's bulge, sloppily licking and sucking at his nipples, alternating between left and right.

   "O-Oh, fuck, Dallon!" Brendon's hips bucked upwards into his boyfriend's hand, and he squeezed his crotch in surprise, causing Dallon to curse loudly and bite down hard on Brendon's shoulder. Brendon cried out, and Dallon swore again.

"Ah!"

   "Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry!"

"No, no it's fine! It's fine, I just got surprised! That's all!" Brendon reassured him. There was a slightly awkward silence before they both started to chuckle.

"Goddamnit, Bren, come here." Dallon smiled, pulling him up by the chin to kiss him. Brendon continued to run his hands over the expanse of Dallon's torso; the shape of his shoulders, the slight firmness of his stomach, the roll of muscle and bone under skin - it was all simply infatuating to the brunette. Dallon pushed his hips down against Brendon's, starting a slow grinding pace, and both of the men moaned at the feeling of each other.

"Dal..." Brendon breathed, spreading his legs a little wider on instinct, allowing Dallon to slip comfortably in between them. "Holy shit, why have we not been doing this forever?" He groaned.

"We haven't even got to the best part yet, babe." Dallon said, rocking against him a little harder, and feeling his insides grow warm at the thought of Brendon squirming on his fingers and his cock. He leant down to leave another hickey on Brendon's neck, and the younger moaned again.

"Fuck it. Dallon, off, off." Brendon requested, slightly panting. Dallon sat up on his knees between Brendon's bent legs, (Blushing and cursing at the image it gave him) and gave him a questioning look.

"I want- I want this. I want you. Upstairs, bed." Dallon couldn't help but let a small breathy "Yes." At that, before standing up, bringing the younger boy with him by the hand. He let out a hiss at how tight the fabric of his jeans was against his length, and led Brendon upstairs, kissing him along the way.