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Dallas Winston never thought he’d find himself in this position.

Dallas was revered, feared, people refused to mess with him, unless they had some sort of death wish (like Dally himself once did). He was unpredictable, some would call him dangerous. Because he was. He was dangerous. He hurt people, he’s been to jail so many times. Spent countless nights on cold, damp ground on nameless streets, atop mounts of broken glass and booze.

And here he lay, on a warm bed. He was in a safe place, no one to fear. Blankets, almost in a nest formation, surrounded him. Johnny stood over him. Johnny was the one person Dallas would let himself be vulnerable with. Johnny saw good in him where no one else did.

Johnny put both his hands on either side of Dallas’s head, and tilted it upwards. He placed a gentle kiss on Dally’s lips, loving and soft. Johnny was soft. Dallas had once made a promise to himself to protect him, so he’d never have to see himself in Johnny.

In Johnny’s hands held a collar made of leather. He brought his hands around Dally’s neck, and clipped it together. Dallas was fully under Johnny’s control, a fact both of them knew very well. Dallas’s eyes were glossed over, fully enveloped in another, calmer headspace. One where he didn't have to think as much, and let someone else do that for him for the first time.

He was quiet for once, not spitting out rude remarks or cussing out the nearest soc. He looked up at Johnny with love in his eyes, putting his complete trust in him.

“Puppy…” Johnny spoke gently, as though Dallas would break if he looked too hard in his direction. Dallas awaited Johnny for direction. Johnny began gently taking Dallas’s shirt off, then his binder. He wanted his baby to be comfortable, afterall. Dallas was now in his boxers, although he quickly lost them.

“Lay on your back, honey. If you need me to stop, punch me in my ribs a few times.” It was easier for them to use physical safe words, as both were slightly hard of hearing after years of gunshots, and head injuries.

Dally nodded and tapped Johnny behind his ear twice, signifying he was okay to start.

Johnny lowered his head down in between Dallas’s thighs, giving a lick to his already wet cunt. Dally let out a good whine as a response. Johnny kept going, getting quicker and harsher with his licks. Dally kept making sweet noises of pleasure, tapping the bed with his foot happily. Johnny used his hands to rub against Dallas’s clit, in addition to eating him out. Dallas became louder, he was always vocal.

Johnny backed away a little as Dally came, letting him take a few seconds to regain composer.
“You sounded so pretty baby, so desperate for me..” Johnny spoke.

Meanwhile he was saying that, Johnny also dug a condom out from the drawer next to their bed, and put it on himself. He put his hand on Dallas’s, and Dally let him know when he was ready.

Gently, Johnny crawled atop Dallas. He pet Dallas’s hair softly as he lowered himself into him, whispering out praises. Dallas let out a pleasureful whine, as Johnny was fully inside him. He felt so good, so close and safe to Johnny. He was still sensitive from cumming the first time, and it increased as Johnny thrusted inside him.

He felt Johnny move inside him, filling him up and making him feel so good. He felt like he’d never spent those years in New York, painful and scared. Johnny pulled on the back of his collar, restricting his airflow partially. He struggled for breath, panting. He clawed at Johnny’s back leaving scratches on him.

“Good boy, so pretty for me..” Dallas whined at the praise he oh so desired.

Johnny sped up his movements, he had dally pinned down to the bed. He partially growled, in a slightly similar headspace to Dally, but a little more protective. Dallas was still gasping for air, but he enjoyed the challenge, the pain. His eyes were glossy and unfocused.

Johnny loved how warm Dally was, how much Dally trusted him to let him do this. He felt Dally’s insides, he reveled in getting to know every inch of him, every little spot where he loved to be bitten, the love bites on his neck blue in those places. They couldn't help but give each other the love they both wanted all their life.

Johnny leaned his head down and kissed down Dally’s jawline, soft and quick nips at his skin. Dally found himself shaking slightly, on the verge of cumming again.

“Let go for me baby, cum, I want to hear your sounds and see your pretty face.” Johnny huffed, also getting close.

With that praise sending him over the edge, he did. He moaned out Johnny's name as he did. Johnny did in tow, spilling into the condom.

Johnny collapsed on top of Dallas, the pair of them catching their breath for a few minutes. They basked in the warmth coming from each other, loving to be as close as possible to each other. Johnny was the first to move, pulling out of dally. He discarded the condom, making sure to properly tie it.

He sat Dallas upright, bringing a glass of water he had set out before to his lips. Dallas’s throat was hoarse from making so much noise, the cold water felt good. Johnny kissed Dally,

“I’ll be right back baby, I'm gonna run a bath for us.” Johnny spoke with sweetness in his voice.
They bathed with each other, Johnny scrubbing Dally’s longer hair gently, making sure he was clean, before taking care of himself.

They laid with each other, cuddling gently.

“I love you, Johnnycakes.”

“I love you too, Dally.”