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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Beatles
  Relationship:
      John_Lennon/Paul_McCartney
  Character:
      John_Lennon, Paul_McCartney
  Additional Tags:
      Clothing_Kink, Dominance, Consensual_Kink, Male_Homosexuality, Underage
      Sex, Biting, Love_Bites, Love
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      Published: 2014-07-10 Words: 4051
****** The First Anniversary ******
by Llamaonfire
Summary
     request: 1st smutty anniversary of McLennon
Notes
     Co-written with: http://stupid-blo0dy-tuesday.tumblr.com/
Paul knocked on John’s door anxiously that evening. He hadn’t given Paul too
much attention the night before at band practice. He hoped he still remembered.
He waited rather impatiently at the door for John and picked at some loose
thread on his jacket. His heart skipped when he heard footsteps approaching
closer to the door.
Up the stairs was John, standing in front of his mirror fixing his already
perfect hair, before sneaking a look at the black shopping bag on his bed,
grinning and running down the stairs to the door. “Well, well, well.” John
looked Paul up and down. “Looking smashing, ey Macca?”
Paul blushed slightly and said, “You’re lookin’ fine yerself, Lennon.” He let
John lead him into the house and he looked around for Mimi when John then
answered the question he knew Paul would ask.
“She’s at church and later is gonna go to an exciting late night play.” He
smiled with a slightly malicious look as he leaned in the door frame. “The
house is our’s for the night.”
Paul grinned and shut the door quickly behind him. His heart beat picked up
when he reached for his back pocket for John’s anniversary gift. He held the
small box in his hand and gave it to John. “Happy one year anniversary,
Johnny,” he said, smiling affectionately. The box was black, wrapped in a thin,
red ribbon; very fancy.
John grinned, uncrossing his arms and standing up right as he picked up the
box, shaking it. “Gonna ask me to marry ya?” he joked.
“Just open it, Lennon!” Paul laughed and gave him a playful hit. He was  dying
to see if John liked it.
John smirked at the other teddy, pulling the red ribbon and opening the little
black box to find a pin inside. Well, not  just  a pin. It was a golden pin,
with fake little crystals that said “Elvis”. His eyes widen slightly at the
gift as his lips parted, looking openly amazed. “Fuck, Macca!” He gasped as he
ran his finger through the letters.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. John didn’t like it, oh no. Paul was blushing
profusely. He knew it was too sappy, too fookin’ cheesy for John Winston
Lennon. He tried to get something out, but it came out as incoherent
stuttering.
John opened a wide smile though, pulling the other teddy in by the hips and
giving him a big’ol sappy kiss on the lips. Upon parting he grinned, licking
his lips. “I fucking love it!”
Paul bit his lip, “Ya do?” He looked into John’s eyes with uncertainty. After a
year of fucking he was still nervous.
           “Fuck yeah! Little different than what I got you, but by far more….
more…..” He couldn’t say it was better, even though it might actually be. It
was so fucking amazing though, the shine it had! He was gonna look like a
proper teddy in that! A proper rocker! “You.”
           "Well, I'm glad you like it," Paul said, "Awwh ya got me something?"
           John smirked evilly again, taking his hand out for Paul to hold.
Once he did, he guided Paul up the stairs, pinching his perfect round ass on
the way. Once they got there he picked up the bag and dangled it in front of
Paul. “Here.”
           Paul took hold of the bag and looked at John suspiciously. He felt
the beginning lust fill the air from John's smirking and touching of Paul's
arse. Paul couldn't say that he didn't like it, though. He stared at the black
bag for half a moment before opening it. He pulled out a shiny new pair of
cuffs. Holy shit. A shiny new pair of fookin' handcuffs. Paul stared at John
with wide eyes and pulled out the other part of the gift. A pair of tight,
black leather shorts. "J-Johnny."
                John smiled widely, he knew Paul would react like this. The
blushing, the big wide eyes staring at him. Imagine what the big, black dildo
would have done to little Paulie, good thing he got these instead. “You like?”
he asked rubbing Paul’s arm softly.
            Paul nodded and placed the objects back in the bag. Yes, he liked
them. His cock liked them too. He turned his head to try and hide his blush and
arousal.
             John cupped Paul’s chin and gazed into his eyes. His gaze was
soft, tender, but with such a feverish under tone. “How about you put those
shorts on, I’ll get us some wine that Mimi keeps in the cabinets and we’ll get
this little party started, ey?”
             "Ok," Paul agreed, smiling. He turned to strip himself of his own
trousers and caught John looking. "Go on then ya randy bastard," he scolded.
             “Just enjoying the beauteous view, darling.” John chuckled before
skipping down the stairs. He got the bottle that he had actually bought, along
with two of Mimi’s wine glasses. Upon going up the stairs he was immediately
met by one of the most sensual, amazing, and just perfect images he had ever
seen. Paul was standing in front of his long mirror, looking at himself as he
wore those tight, hugging-every-curve, leather shorts. ‘bless those shorts!’ he
thought. They outlined Paul’s bum perfectly and once the teddy turned it was
revealed that the front was just as heavenly.
              Paul looked over at John and smirked, aware of how fantastic and
arousingly erotic he looked. "You like?" Paul asked, copying John's earlier
phrase. He turned his chin up and unbutton the top buttons of his shirt. The
shorts themselves were unforgivingly tight over his aching erection, if he
wasn't hard they'd fit perfectly. The fabric on the inside of the shorts,
however, proved to be very soft and kind to Paul's sensitive skin.
             John walked quickly to the room, putting the wine and glasses
down, before reaching for Paul’s hand once again. “Give us a spin?” He
suggested, soon getting his spin and fuck did he love the view. The white shirt
hanging loosely on Paul’s chest, almost completely open and those tight,
fucking  leather  shorts. John could feel his blood rush almost completely to
his cock as he stared hungrily at the other. “Fuck yeah!” he almost moaned out.
             "Where're our drinks, Johnny?" Paul asked, eager to get started.
The sooner they could get started, the sooner Paul could satisfy his raging
erection. Fuck, how had handcuffs and tight leather shorts had got him that
hard so bloody quickly?
John shook his head slightly, almost hypnotized by how much he just wanted to
jump Paul right there and then. “umm, here!” John got the bottle, wiggling the
cork out with a big pop, making them both giggle as John got the glasses and
poured them a little wine. “To your amazing little ass.” He said
indiscriminately as he raised his glass.
"To my amazing little ass," Paul laughed and clinked his glass to John's. He
took a decent drink from the fancy glass and ran a hand through his slicked up
hair.
John did the same, putting his glass down after the long drink and walking to
his record player. He looked through his vinyls, grinning when his blues one
popped up. It was slow and sexy, just the thing. As the song started playing he
smiled and turned to Paul. “This good for ya, darling?” He gazed sexily at the
other, calling him closer with his hazel eyes.
            "Yeah, it's perfect," Paul commented, "So romantic." He sat back
onto John's little bed that they'd shared so many times. He laid back, half
sitting, half laying, the most comfortable position for his erection that also
turned out to be the most seductive. He took another drink from his wine,
winking at John when his lips touched the liquid.
            John licked his lips, crawling up the bed with horny eyes, letting
his hands slide up Paul’s slim legs and curvy thighs as their gaze went
uninterrupted. Upon reaching Paul’s lips he toyed with them, acting as though
he was gonna connect them, but only to pull slightly back and share their
heated breath. “You are so fucking sexy, luv.” he whispered into Paul’s lips in
a husky undertone.
           "You're not so bad yerself, Johnny," Paul commented, using this
little space to finish his wine. He ran his free hand down John's waist and
felt a bulge in his trousers. Paul smirked and palmed him through his jeans. He
moaned a little and asked, "Would you like another glass, my love?"
           John stole a quick kiss, just to tease, before sitting up right on
top of Paul’s bulge to get his glass and have a last drink. Filling it back up
casually, he asked. “You want some more too?”
            “Ummmm yeah, sure. Why not?” Paul said, if he declined he knew it’d
be the first step to showing how needy he was. Paul felt too prideful to appear
needy in that moment. So he just pushed his glass John’s way, ushering him he
wanted more wine while refusing to grind his hips to John’s.
     John grinned politely, pouring some more wine for the both of them before
putting the bottle back down. After taking a long drink he moaned softly,
before speaking. “Good wine, ey?” John made small talk as he shifted his bum,
feeling Paul’s pulsing erection under it with pride.
            “Yeah,” Paul moaned out.  Ooohh fuck , he thought. he knew he was
giving in quickly. He took a big gulp of the wine and bucked his hips up to
John’s arse, biting the inside of his lip to hide a moan. He tried to continue
the small talk, but he could barely think straight, “Wh-Where’d you get it?”
     “My bum or the wine?” John joked with a small chuckle as he took another
sip, keeping his gaze focused on Paul’s aroused one.
           “The wine you fookin’ bastard,” Paul cursed. The teasing was
becoming unbearable. He had to get off  now . He finished his wine and set his
glass on the night stand.
            John did the same, but captured Paul’s lips in a hot, sucking kiss,
accompanied by a small movement of his hips before putting his glass down next
to Paul’s and standing up. He grinned down at Paul, he grabbed the black bag
and took out the handcuffs. “We’ve been naughty, McCartney,” he spoke roughly
as he snapped one of the cuffs on to one of Paul’s wrists, pulling the other’s
arms to the headboard and cuffing the other wrist around one of the bars there.
             Paul gave the cuffs a good tug. They were almost as tight as his
shorts that still concealed his straining erection. “J-Johnny… What’re ya-?”
Paul started, but he was interrupted by John.
The older teddy grabbed a strong hold of Paul’s shirt, tugging at it with
strength as he crashed their lips together once again, moaning into the kiss as
climbed on top of Paul again, this time having a new objective.
Paul moaned deeply into the kiss, feeling John shove his tongue into his mouth.
His wrists twisted in the cuffs, giving futile attempts for freedom. He
couldn’t help but buck up when John straddled him again. He was so turned on by
this dominant side of John.
John moved his hands slightly clumsily through the buttons of Paul’s shirt,
quickly wanting and eventually actually ripping through the fabric and getting
rid of it, throwing it across the room as he tangled his long fingers roughly
into Paul’s greased up hair, putting some pressure down on to Paul’s hips, but
this time in a way that their dicks were the ones rubbed together through the
leather and jean fabrics.
Paul moaned out erotically at that feeling and ground his hips to John’s slow
rhythm. He growled out a string of obscenities mixed with John’s name and
squirmed in the restraints. Fuck he needed to get those fucking annoying
clothes off. “John, you look  much  better naked,” he managed to say through
his moaning.
John grinned, giving Paul a bit of a bite on the side of his neck, before
sitting up and slowly beginning to toy with the buttons of his yellow shirt  as
he gazed through his eyebrows at the horny one between his legs. He toyed and
toyed, showing little by little of his naked, hairless, pale chest, till
finally his shirt came off. It flew across the room to land next to Paul’s.
Paul bit his lip at the sight before him. John was  such  a tease. He wiggled
his hips, “Would you like to free me from these terribly restraining shorts?”
He looked into John’s eyes with his wide, innocent ones that were black with
lust.
“You promise to be a good boy and do whatever Johnny says?” John get on his
little play with a curl to the left side of his lips as he wiggled his hips
again.
“Mmmmm y-yeah,” Paul responded with his eyes never leaving John’s gaze. He held
himself back from bucking up to John, but oh how he wanted to sad badly.
Moving back on the bed, John began tugging at the shorts waistband. Staring
hungrily up at Paul as he kept the slow wiggles. First showing just the little
bit of hair below Paul’s belly button, but slowly following those hairs till
finally Paul’s erection was fully exposed. “My oh my, all this for me?” John
acted excitedly, but in his sexy little way, keeping his teasing little smirk
on his lips.
“Only if ya want it, Johnny,” Paul smirked back and went to touch John, but he
was cruelly stopped by the cuffs. He heard John’s tease-you-till-you-cry tone
and shuddered, well aware that he had no control over any pleasure John would
allow him from here on out.
             “Oh, let’s see.” John bent down, softly moving the tip of his
index finger along the shaft of Paul eager member as he watched his own
movements and it’s affects on Paul. “Should I? hmm, I don’t think yer ready
yet.” He teased on as he kept touching Paul’s dick, but always very softly and
slowly.
              “Ahh... I am,” Paul said with a staggered breath. He gasped when
John touched him so lightly like that. He involuntarily bucked up into John’s
hand. The teasing was beginning to be too much.
     John stopped and looked up at Paul for a little bit, before taking his
tongue out and giving Paul’s head a swift lick as he closed one of his hands
around the base.
            “Mmm fuck, John…” Paul moaned, shivers of pleasure running through
his body. His breathing was ragged and he whimpered at the feeling of John just
holding him like that.
            With another lick, John put more pressure, letting the song guide
him. It’s deep bass echoed within his body as he tasted Paul’s saltiness. A
slow acute note of the sax soon came, echoing John’s growing need as he ran his
hand along the inside of Paul’s thigh. It was so soft and inviting.
            Paul moaned deeply and shuddered at the feeling of John exploring
his thighs and his cock with his tongue and hands. He couldn’t get enough of
John, ‘M-more,” he demanded.
     John pulled back at the demand, grinning up at Paul as he began his slow
teasing from before, as he locked his eyes with Paul’s. “More? More what? More
how?”
            "Aah fuck just suck me, John!" Paul cried out. The teasing was
causing his sexual frustration to spiral out of control. He pushed his hips up,
looking for  any  form of contact.
            John complied and slowly let Paul’s throbbing dick slip past his
wet, warm lips, sucking strongly around it, creating this amazing pressure and
warmth around Paul’s aroused member. The older one, glanced up, his eyes dark
in lust as he slowly bobbed his head, using his hands to touch just the right
spots, moaning around Paul lightly.
            Paul moaned out obscenely, absofuckinglutely  loving  the feeling
of John’s wet, warm mouth suck him like that. It was so torturously slow, but
Paul loved it. It forced him to enjoy every sensation; every lick and every
moan that came from John. Paul tried to twist out of the cuffs agains, to tug
on John’s hair, make him move faster. He wanted to pull him in deeper.
     The twisting of the wrists only made John moan again around the excited
member, speeding a little, being careful not to gag, before glancing up again.
Paul was just a vision from heaven, or better,  hell.  His hair was messy, his
little faux sideburns sticking to the sides of his pale, gorgeous face from his
shining sweat. Same sweat that made his chest glow slightly as it flexed with
John’s tortures teasing, sending him back and forth to the edge of orgasm.
            Paul stared down at John through his lustful, black eyes. He moaned
and bucked up into John’s mouth when he sped up, making him gag. That must’ve
been the wrong move because it made John pull away. That made Paul groan in
hopeless refusal at the loss of contact. He stared up at John now with begging
eyes.
     John’s eyes turned from his black, lust filled eyes to this dark crimson.
He stood, removing his trousers and pants quickly, almost ripping through them
before he quickly unlocked Paul, but quickly snapping the cuffs back away from
the head of the bed and behind his back. His strength amazed Paul as he flipped
the younger one on his belly and mounted him, keeping a strong grip around
Paul’s wrists as he clicked his tongue slowly, right next to Paul’s ear and
whispered darkly, “Bad, Bad boy, McCartney.”
             Paul whimpered and squirmed slightly beneath John’s weight. He
stuttered, “I-I’m sorry.” He tried to keep himself from grinding into the bed,
but he couldn’t help it. He  needed  the pleasure. He moaned into the bed
sheets and felt himself falling into an endless void of hopeless submission.
            John sucking hungrily behind Paul’s ear, biting down slightly
before he reached for the bottle of lube on his bedside table with his spare
hand. Messily, he was able to squeeze a lot of the lube on himself, letting it
drip down to Paul’s butt as well, poking Paul’s timid arse with his erection,
teasing the bassist once again as he rimmed his entrance.
            “Mmmm fuck, John,” Paul groaned into the bed, the blankets muffling
his moans. He pulled subconsciously at the cuffs and bit his lip to keep from
begging.
     But John was not gonna give him what he wanted that easily. He was using
all his self control, feeling every muscle in his body want to push hard and
deep into that sweet, little arse, but he wanted to play Paul, he wanted to see
just  how much  he needed this. He kept his rimming, poking slightly in a
little, before pulling back again and ordering. “Beg.”
            “No,” Paul refused to give in. He wanted to push John just as much
as John wanted to push him. He knew, however, that he could only hold back for
so long. He was John’s bitch and John’s bitch wasn’t ever the one to make John
give in.
            John bent down, poking in again, sending that exhilarating tension
up Paul’s hip, as he tugged Paul’s hair with his spare hand and growled in a
low, husky tone. “Fucking beg.”
            Paul whimpered and gave in, John was much too sexy at this point.
He was too turned on and too aroused to think straight so he just obeyed John.
“J-Johnny, please… fuck me. Please, Johnny. I need you, babe.”
     Immediately John grinned, giving Paul a kiss on the neck, a soft one, as
he pushed into him with strength. The warmth surrounded him, he felt Paul’s
body reject him, but at the same time pulling him closer as he kept pushing
further and further in. “mmmmh.” He moaned, biting his lips as he began pulling
back again, feeling the rejection and acceptance all over again.
           “Fuck, John,” Paul cursed in a bit of a squeaky voice as he felt the
pain being mixed with pleasure. He tugged at the cuffs and wished John would
find his sweet spot soon.
     It was in John’s plans, he slowly pushed into Paul, experimenting with the
depth and strength, when suddenly he felt the lad under him bulk, pull him
closer as he tugged strongly at the cuffs. “Fuck, you like it, don’t you,
princess?”  
            “Mmmm y-yeah,” Paul moaned at being called that. It was so fucking
degrading, but it was so fucking hot. He pushed back to John and moaned when he
brushed over his sweet spot. This could possibly be his favorite of his
anniversary gifts.
             John kept his tough, strong thrusts and dirty talk, but never
quite letting Paul get there, not only teasing the other man, but himself as
well. He felt his want, his desire, his  need,  but he kept going as far as he
could. Still there was a point where he knew he was too close. The dominant one
pulled out, gasping slightly, feeling his heart beat in his throat as he
unlocked Paul. “Flip.” He ordered one last time, shakenly.
              Paul obeyed and rolled over onto his back for John. He’d do
anything John would tell him now. He was far beyond that point of arousal to
care what John wanted; as long as he got release. He stared up into John’s eyes
expectantly and tried, desperately, to keep himself from wanking while his
hands were unlocked.
 John mounted him again, pushing in with a long groan as he lifted Paul’s legs
and bent down on to the bassist. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He gasped right on
to Paul’s lips as he began moving with a certain speed.
“You’re… unf… not s-so bad yerself,” Paul said between moans and reached up to
grasp John’s shoulders as he pulled him in for a rough fuck. When John hit his
sweet spot again it was almost too much for Paul, “J-Johnny, I’m… m’gonna cum!”
John attacked Paul’s lips to keep him from howling out like a wolf as he speed
up and used every last drop of energy he had to fuck Paul as hard as humanly
possible. The bed banged against the wall behind it as John kept thrusting and
thrusting till finally he bit down on to Paul’s shoulder, moaning into it as he
came in the most violent way he ever experienced.
Paul came right along with him, the pleasure surging through his body in
powerful waves, making him scream John’s name and throw his head back into the
pillows. He gripped John’s sides as he came between them, loving how each time
was somehow better than the last. He moaned obscenely as John rode out their
orgasm.
 Was each wave came later and later, John slowed down, breathing deeply as he
pulled out and simply flopping on top of Paul. His body had never felt so
relaxed in his life, it was like it didn’t exist, it was like there was nothing
there but his spirit. He laid there with his head on Paul’s shoulder as the
both of them tried to somehow catch their breaths. He looked sideways after an
unknown amount of time, meeting his relaxed, pleased gaze with Paul’s and
smiled.
“I love you so fuckin’ much, Johnny,” Paul sighed and gave John an affectionate
smile back. He held him easily in his arms and nuzzled his nose into the crook
of John’s neck. He smelled the lust and felt the limited infinity of the
afterglow.
“I love you too, Paulie. Fuck.” He chuckled. “So fucking much that I’m going
soft.” John kissed the exposed part of Paul’s neck softly as he too took in a
breath. It was funny how personal and unique Paul’s smell was, he swore that he
could tell him apart by just his smell. It was sweet, almost fruity due to the
cologne Paul liked to use, but when it mixed with the strong smell of the
vaseline in his hair and the cigarettes he had smoked it made just a complete
“Paul” smell.
Paul grinned and kissed him passionately. When he pulled back he said, “Happy
Anniversary, babe.”
 
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