Ayy part 2 because it would be way too long otherwise

Rip to the people who don't like reading smut, but there's some soft Joshler coming next

Warnings: Actual smut. Sexy times. Like with willies and bums and everything.

Again, if you spot a mistake, please point it out as I was wayyy too tired to check this.
My autocorrect fucking hates Dallon's name, keeps trying to correct it to Dillon or Dalton so rip

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"D-Dal..." Brendon breathed as Dallon kissed him on the neck hotly, lowering him down onto the bed with a supportive hand on the small of his back. "Mmm..."

Once fully situated, the pair started up again, slowly rolling their hips into each other and panting softly. Brendon's skin was on fire, he never thought it would feel this fucking good, but then again, it was Dallon we were talking about here, not just anyone.

"P-Please, fuck, Dallon, I want- I need-"

"What is it, baby?"

"I-I don't know, just something, more, give me more. I want you. More of you." Dallon didn't need to be asked again, undoing Brendon's jeans and pulling them off, before gripping the hem of his black boxer-briefs.

"Okay, love?" Brendon bit his lip and nodded. His underwear was removed, and he inhaled sharply through his teeth as the cold air hit his erection. The brunette felt a sudden urge to cross his legs and curl up into a ball, but the sound of his boyfriend groaning stopped him.

"God, you're so perfect, so beautiful, look at you, baby." Brendon looked away and smiled, embarrassed, covering his crotch with his hands as best he could.

"Shut up..."

"Well, you are. You are a fine human specimen."

"Wow, now it's getting a bit weird. Come here and let me take your pants off." Brendon made grabby hands at Dallon until he was within reach, and then Brendon took his sweet time in relishing the sound of the zipper going down, before popping open the button and pulling the denim down over Dallon's thighs. He was greeted with the outline of Dallon's length through tight black boxer-briefs, and he was both unbelievably aroused and very concerned. He then removed those, too, and his situation got worse. That was supposed to fit inside him? How is that even possible?

"I-I- Oh God." He breathed, half moaning and half scared.

"It's okay, I came prepared. I'll stretch you out as best I can, baby." Dallon reassured him, stroking Brendon's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. He then trailed his hand down, using his index finger only, all the way down his chest and happy trail, before stopping at his cock.

"Can I?"

"Oh God, yes, go for it, Jesus." Dallon gripped the base of his lover's erection and began to stroke his wrist up and down, not fast or hard, just slow and caring and just the right amount of pressure. Brendon moaned, loud and drawn-out, and the blonde saw pre-cum start to bead at the head of his cock, taking this as a sign to stop.

"I'll be back in one second, okay gorgeous?" Dallon's kissed Brendon's lips and then got up off the bed, pulling his jeans and underwear all the way off, and rummaging in the pockets. After looking in the wrong one first, he produced a foil package with a triumphant grin, throwing it at Brendon playfully (And totally not meaning to hit him in the forehead with it). He then retrieved the small bottle of lube he had been keeping in there, too, and made his way back onto the bed with his boyfriend.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"I-I don't know, I mean, I think so... I don't know what it will feel like."

"It'll hurt at first, and then it'll start to feel really, really good, I promise. I can show you on a smaller scale first if you like. With one finger."

"O-Okay, let's try." Brendon nodded. Dallon smiled and lubed up one finger.

"Spread your legs for me, babe." Brendon blushed and kept his knees together, shy, and just moved his feet apart. "Oh, come on, Bren." Dallon bumped his knees apart and brought a lubricated finger down to rub over his hole. Brendon's muscles twitched in anticipation, and he made a small noise in the back of his throat that sounded more nervous than he wanted to let on.

"Shh, it's alright, I promise. I would never hurt you if it wouldn't feel good afterwards." Dallon kissed Brendon's knee and slid his finger in. Brendon hissed; it felt weird and foreign and it stung and he didn't like it at all.

"Dallon, it hurts, I don't like it."

"I know, baby, I know. But trust me, please, I want this for you. I want to make you feel good." He wiggled his finger a little, sliding it in and out slowly. Brendon started to adjust to the feeling, relaxing his muscles and letting Dallon in more, letting a small, nondescript sound slip from his mouth.

"O-Okay, okay..." Brendon muttered.

"How you feeling, Bren? Can I add another?"

"I-I'm not sure, hold on one second."

"Of course." Dallon pushed it in a little harder, curling his finger in a 'Come here' motion, looking for Brendon's prostate. Brendon started to visibly enjoy it, spreading his legs a little farther apart and tilting his hips upwards.

"Okay, you can go ahead. It's alright, now." Brendon said, slightly breathless. Dallon pulled his fingers away to lube up two, instead, before slipping the first back in.

"Ready? It's gonna hurt a little more than the first time, but it'll feel even better afterwards, okay?" Brendon took a deep breath and nodded. Dallon wormed his middle finger in next to his index finger quickly, and Brendon gasped aloud in pain at the stretch.

"Ah! Dal!" The older man began to move both of his fingers together, curling and scissoring them.

"O-Oh, D-Dallon..!" Brendon moaned softly as he began to adjust, faster this time, dropping his head back into the pillows and gripping the sheets by his sides. He twitched his hips upwards, and Dallon's breathing became slightly ragged, his pupils dilating visibly.

"Fuck, Brendon, you look so good. So good for me, baby." He curled his fingers, seemingly, at just the right angle, and Brendon's eyes, previously closed in pleasure, snapped open, and he threw his head back, baring his neck and arching up off the matress with a scream.

It started off as well, a scream, before becoming something more akin to a moan, and ending in a delicious sob.

"DALLON! OHOHHO-HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"That, my lovely Brendon, was your prostate. Now, if I could just find it again..."

"FUCK!"

"Got it."

"Oh, Dallon, I love you, fuck, I love you, I love you." Brendon rolled his hips, spouting gibberish.

"Shh..." Dallon stroked Brendon's hair back, and leant down to kiss his length.

"Dallon! Holy shit, if you wanted me to be quiet, you shouldn't've done that..."

"Can I add another? It'll be the last one, if you want to go all the way."

"Yes, yes, Dal, I want to please you, I want."

"Alright." He lubed up his ring finger, and wormed it in beside his others and kissing Brendon to muffle his sharp cry of pain. He stroked Brendon's cock to try and balance out the burn, and he waited until he felt his boyfriend's muscles unclench before he started moving again. Brendon was left breathless at the stretch, and he was finding his new favourite thing every damn minute tonight.

"O-Oh God..." He whimpered as Dallon let go of his length and moved his three fingers apart inside him, stretching him open further.

"It's alright, we're nearly done, baby." He thrusted his fingers in and out, deep and curling, before pulling them fully out and watching as Brendon bucked down onto nothing. He picked up the silver foil package and ripped it open.

"W-Wait, I want to do it." Brendon gestured for him to come over and he did, crawling up the bed and handing his condom to his boyfriend. "We did this on dildos in Sex ED. Let's see if it paid off." Dallon laughed, and Brendon pinched the tip of it, before rolling it onto Dallon's length. The older man groaned, Brendon reaching for the lube and slicking him up, making him moan and rest his forehead on Brendon's shoulder. When he was done, Brendon laid back into the slight dent he had made where he was previously laying, spreading himself out and pulling Dallon forwards with the legs he had wrapped around his boyfriend's waist.

"You sure you want to do this, baby?" Dallon said softly, tilting Brendon's chin up to look him in the eye. Brendon swallowed, surveying Dallon's face. The sweat-dampened hair hanging down over his face, his lust-blown and loving blue eyes under eyebrows that were tilted slightly upwards in hope, his flushed cheeks and the small amount of stubble that had begun to grow on his chin. Brendon had been expecting to say something romantic, something life-changing, but all he could manage was:

"Yeah." Dallon smiled at him, stroking his cheek gently, before looking down to guide himself.

"You ready, Brendon?"

"I'm ready, Dal. I love you. Make love to me."

"I love you too, baby. And I'll make it good." Dallon smiled, hesitated slightly, and then he pushed forwards, the first inch of his length disappearing inside Brendon. He looked back up at Brendon's face to find him looking back at him, before leaning in to kiss him as he pressed into him further. The burn started to increase, and Brendon kissed him harder, trying to get a distraction, anything to take away from the awful pain. He pulled away and took a few laboured breaths, and Dallon stopped, pecking him on the cheek softly, wordlessly asking if he was okay. Brendon shut his eyes and Dallon watched his nostrils flare as he took a deep breath, before giving him the okay to move again. Dallon took a hold of Brendon's dick, pumping him slowly and kissing at his shoulders as the final few centimetres disappeared inside Brendon.

Once he was fully in, Dallon let out a shuddering breath that he wasn't even aware that he had been holding, letting his head fall sideways onto Brendon's shoulder. His heart swelled with love for Brendon, wanting to thank him for letting him do this, for trusting him enough, for just being alive, and being Brendon, but he'd have to save that for later.

Brendon felt strange, it was like nothing he'd ever felt before - He felt like time had slowed down, just for the two of them. He was full, getting fuller, his head was spinning as his eyes rolled back when the tip of Dallon's cock hit his insides, and, in that moment, as Dallon brushed against his prostate as he shifted and kissed at his collarbone, he suddenly realised the pure intimacy of this, the combining of two people. And Brendon Urie was on top of the fucking world. He blinked away happy tears and smiled, kissing Dallon's hair. The older man looked up, and Brendon nodded at him, a signal for him to start moving, and once he did, God, Brendon didn't even know what he had been doing, holding back this long.

"H-Holy-" He moaned, grabbing hold of Dallon's forearms and letting his head drop back against the pillows at the drag of Dallon's length as he pulled out, before rolling his hips and thrusting back in deep. All his previous romantic thoughts vanished, and Brendon was beyond euphoric - he was fucking flying.

"Bren, oh God, you feel so good - you're so good - I love you, thank you, I love you." Dallon rambled, trying to say everything he thought at once. Brendon just gripped him harder and nodded in response, swallowing thickly and letting out a keening whine in the back of his throat. His boyfriend ducked down to kiss him again, and Brendon wrapped his legs loosely around Dallon's waist as he started to move a little faster, kiss a little harder, and it felt almost as though Dallon was kissing him with the same rhythm of his thrusts, and as soon as Brendon realised that was exactly what he was doing, he couldn't help the needful upwards jerk of his hips. He whimpered as the tip of his cock brushed Dallon's stomach, and the older man leant a hand down between them to grasp his erection with long, sure fingers, jerking him slowly.

"Dallon..." His breath shuddered.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Dallon grunted. "You look amazing, and you feel so amazing, and you are amazing..."

"F-Fuck, I don't even- I don't know what to s-say. This is fucking amazing. I almost c-can't believe this is happening. But, fuck, I'm glad it's you."

"Yeah? Well, I'm glad it's me, too." Dallon grinned, panting. "And I'm glad it's you."

A few minutes later, and Dallon hit Brendon's prostate bang on, and the younger man threw his head back and almost screamed out his name.

"OH, DALLON! Fuck! Fucking Jesus, shit, Dal-"

"Shhh." Dallon shushed, pecking his lips over and over again until he quietened down, his violent cursing now reduced to small moans on Dallon's every thrust in.

"Ah, aah, shit, God, Dallon, I never knew this would feel so g-good..."

"Didn't I - mmf - Didn't I say it would be worth it?" Brendon moved his arms from by his sides to wrap around Dallon's neck, pulling him closer and pressing their foreheads together. Naturally, due to the proximity, they began to kiss lightly, pressing at each other's mouths with wet and slightly swollen lips, Dallon running his tongue in a vertical stripe over both of Brendon's lips and causing the younger to open his mouth in a moan and Dallon to take his bottom lip and suck it into his mouth.

It was all starting to become too much for Brendon; The feeling of Dallon inside him, nailing his prostate on every thrust, the older man's mouth on his, the coaxing hand on his dick, Brendon felt like he couldn't take it for much longer. Every single thing about what was happening was overwhelming him in the best kind of way. He was surrounded by pleasure and smothered in Dallon's love, Brendon felt his heart pang at the thought of how much Dallon must love him, and trust him.

"D-Dallon... I..."

"You feel it coming, Bren?"

"Yeah." He groaned, letting Dallon suck another quick hickey into the side of his neck.

"Me too, I'm getting there baby." He thrusted a little harder, a little deeper, and both of the men moaned into each other's mouths, swallowing it with a bruising kiss.

"Aah - Ah..." Brendon moaned and he bucked up off the bed, his orgasm creeping up on him. Dallon kissed him again before moving to mouth softly at his neck, wet lips and tongue moving with intentional sloppiness against hot skin.

   The feeling of Dallon, Dallon's mouth on his skin, Dallon's fingers in his hair, Dallon's fist around his cock, Dallon's length in his ass, Dallon's moans in his ear, all of it sent Brendon closer and closer, the younger boy whimpering out another warning as one of his hands moved from Dallon's forearm to his back, clutching at his shoulder blade and feeling as it moved as Dallon's arms did with every thrust. 

   "You gonna come, Bren?"

   "Ngh..!"

   Dallon rubbed a thumb over Brendon's slit, watching him with adoring blue eyes as he came undone suddenly under his touch, bucking hips hips upwards once, twice, three times, before surging forwards and slamming his lips into Dallon's as the older man felt hot liquid cover his stomach and chest.

   Brendon's vision went white as he came, hard and hot and heavy all over their chests. He kissed and kissed and kissed at Dallon's lips, a strained moan sounding in the back of his throat as the aftershocks ran through him. He pulled away and his moan rang out in their dark room, ending, once again, in a desperate sob as he came down from his high, just in time to feel Dallon groan long and loud above him, his head dropping forward to lean on Brendon's shoulder as heat flushed the younger man's insides.

   "Brendon!!"

   "Holy fuck, Dallon! Shit!" Brendon looked down his body as Dallon stilled above him, panting heavily. After the shocks ran through Dallon, the brunette slipped out from inside him and pulled off the condom, tying it off and throwing it into the litter bin in the corner, before sliding up to lay by Brendon's side, still breathing hard.

   "Fuck, Brendon, thank you, thank you." Dallon pecked his cheek repeatedly, cuddling into his side.

   "Oh, God, Dallon, I love you. I love you so fucking much." Brendon rolled onto his side to face the older man, intertwining their fingers, rubbing their noses together and huffing a laugh. "I can't believe we did that. That was amazing. Thank you."

   "Was it good?" Dallon smiled.

   "Was it good? Look at your stomach and ask me again, Dal. It was fucking mind-blowing." Brendon yawned behind his hand, lethargic.

   "Speaking of, I should get you cleaned up, babe." Dallon rubbed Brendon's chest before kissing his lips and getting up.

   "Wait here, I'll be right back."

   "Oh, I'm not going anywhere."

   A few moments later, Dallon came back with a wet face cloth covered in soap. He rubbed it gently over Brendon's stomach and chest, wiping away the drying fluid. He wiped off his cock, too, before doing the same to himself. He threw the cloth out the bedroom door and then jumped into bed with Brendon, bouncing the younger man up and down and making him laugh.

   "Thanks, Dal." Brendon snuggled down under the bedsheets, Dallon joining and wrapping his arms around him.

   "I love youuuu." He smiled, hugging a tired Brendon and rocking them back and forth gently.

  Brendon teared up a little, his heart swelling. "I love you too, Dallon, thank you for that. It was the best Christmas present I've ever had."