Starring with 29
(anon sent "starrison" in a different message!)
i never knew you could make such sweet sounds.
me either.
1966
“Lock the door, Richie, c’mon…”
George and Ringo hurried into their shared hotel room, high on adrenaline from their last show. The energy had been incredible, full of energy from the fans. Okay, so it had been loud to the point where they couldn’t hear themselves, but still. The energy was palpable. And it was going to be a very late night. And they knew exactly what to do with all of this energy.
Ringo quickly locked the door behind him. He was excited, yes, but he was also slightly nervous. Usually, George was the one that took charge of things in the bedroom, but tonight, Ringo felt bold. In one quick move, Ringo had George pinned against the wall. George smirked up at him with a wicked, lusty glint in his eyes.
“Feelin’ bold tonight, eh?” George teased.
“Mm,” Ringo hummed as he ran his hands down George’s body, resting them teasingly on his lover’s belt. “Can’t help it, watchin’ you on that stage, so fuckin’ sexy, y’know? Been wantin’ to get me hands on ye all night…”
Before George could reply, Ringo had him in a deep, heated kiss. It caught George by surprise, but it didn’t take long for him to melt into it, sliding his tongue into Ringo’s mouth. They stayed like that for a few moments, teeth nipping at lips and tongues gliding over each other in desperation as the tension grew. Ringo groaned into the kiss. He was hot. Far too hot. He pulled away and took off his jacket, haphazardly tossing it into the room, George quickly following suit.
“Bed,” Ringo said breathlessly, a heated demand. “And get rid of all those clothes…”
George didn’t need to be told twice. Both men hurried to the large bed, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. And he knew that Ringo was in charge tonight. Which was incredibly sexy to him as well. He palmed his half-hard cock through his underwear, pressing up to try and get some friction as Ringo straddled George’s thighs.
“Mm, did I say you could do that?” Ringo teased, rubbing at his chin. George shook his head. “Didn’t think so… I also said I wanted all of your clothes off, did I not?”
George nodded and looked down. “Can’t finish with you straddlin’ me like that, now can I?”
Ringo obliged the subtle request, moving aside so George could lift his hips and pull off his underpants. He nearly moaned when he saw George’s cock, thick and nearly fully hard. Part of him wanted to suck George off right there, but he’d waited too long to get his hands on his lover just to give him some head. He wanted more. And with both of them already turned on from adrenaline and lust, there was no need for much foreplay. Normally, Ringo enjoyed foreplay, teasing or being teased until he couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight, he was glad they didn’t need it.
Ringo opened the nightstand drawer and found the small bottle of lube he’d brought with him, sitting back and uncapping the bottle so he could coat his fingers in the slick substance. He knew he was big and that George didn’t bottom all that often, so he would make sure to prep him thoroughly.
“Safe word?” Ringo asked.
“Red,” George said.
“Good boy,” Ringo replied.
He felt his cock twitch when George bit his lip at that response. He knew George had a strong praise kink, so of course, he brought it into play now. Rubbing George’s chest to help him relax, Ringo pressed the tip of his index finger against George’s hole and slowly slid the tip into him. George tensed slightly.
“Shh, love, it’s me, relax…” Ringo breathed as he slowly slid more into him. “That’s it… you’re doing so good, love…”
George moaned as Ringo thrust his finger in and out, moving it side to side to start stretching him. It was a slight sting, but nothing too painful… and then…
“Fuck!”
Ringo found George’s prostate, gently massaging the little bundle of nerves and sending jolts of pleasure over George’s body. It felt incredible, making George crave more, more, more… but before he could get too worked up, Ringo began to slide another finger in to join the first one. He gave George a few more moments to adjust before spreading his fingers apart, really opening him up. He scissored them, delighting in each whimper and moan that he got from his lover. He was achingly hard but had just a bit more to go before George was ready.
Or until George deemed himself ready.
“Richie, please, just fuck me,” George begged as he pressed back against Ringo’s fingers, trying to guide them towards his prostate again.
“Sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure I’m ready, just please…” George whined, gripping the sheets in desperation. “Need you. Need you inside me. Please…”
Ringo chuckled. George knew better than anyone, he supposed. He pulled his fingers out, leaving George whining at the empty feeling. Ringo grabbed the bottle and slicked his cock thoroughly with a deep moan. He wanted to slam into him, but he knew it would take some adjustment on George’s end, no matter how prepared he was.
Ringo lined up, pressing the head of his cock at George’s hole. He slowly slid into George, hissing softly at the warmth and tightness. No matter how many times they fucked, this would always feel incredible. He gave George a few moments to adjust to the sensation before pulling out almost all the way and slamming into him with a groan. Ringo quickly established a steady rhythm with his thrusts as George wrapped his long legs around Ringo’s waist.
And George, oh fuck. George was a needy mess beneath Ringo, gasping and moaning with each powerful thrust. And the sounds were oh, so sweet, music to Ringo’s ears. Part of him was amused. Who knew The Quiet Beatle was so noisy in bed? The other, more significant part was aroused, using those noises as encouragement. And he knew just how to get more.
As he slammed into George, Ringo carefully leaned down and kissed down George’s neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin below the collarbone. And sure enough, George’s moans got even needier, higher-pitched, and breathless as his body began to tense.
“Fuck, Ringo, fuck, fuck, yes, c’mon, please… more… ‘m so close… please…”
Ringo shifted his angle some, slamming into his prostate with each powerful thrust. George moaned constantly, desperate to cum… Ringo was close too, but he wanted his love to come first. And how better than to praise him?
“Cum for me…” Ringo whispered, giving George one last nip on his neck. “You’ve done so good, love, c’mon and let go…”
“Fuck, oh, god, fuck, Ringo…!”
Arching off the bed, George came hard all over his own stomach, a string of incoherent moans and swears escaping from his mouth as he rode out his powerful orgasm. Ringo followed shortly after, quickly pulling out and shooting his own release onto George’s chest, George’s name the only word on his lips.
Both men rode out their aftershocks, gasping for breath as they collapsed wordlessly onto the bed, unable to speak or move. God. They’d really, really needed that. When he felt like he could walk without falling, Ringo got up and grabbed a rag from the bathroom, soaking it in warm water. He went back to the bed and smiled at the sight. George, completely blissed out, smiling dazedly at him.
“Hello, handsome,” Ringo said gently as he carefully cleaned their combined releases off of George’s chest.
“Hello yerself,” George teased.
Chuckling, Ringo took the rag back to the bathroom and joined George on the bed, softly kissing his cheek as he pulled George into his arms.
“I never knew you could make such sweet sounds,” Ringo said with a grin.
“Me either.”
“We’ll have to see what other sounds you can make.”
George gave him a teasing, playful smirk. “Good thing we’ve got all night then…”
Ringo kissed George deeply and lovingly. They did have all night to explore each other, but for now, he was content to hold the man he loved in his arms. He sighed happily. Yeah. This was perfect.
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If you're still doing it, 44 for Starrison?
(fair warning, this one is a bit nsfw!)
out of lust
After a couple of wildly successful American shows, the Beatles found themselves on a warm beach in Florida, enjoying a rare day off. And oh, was it gorgeous. The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect (a shock for this time of year), and everybody was in high spirits. Yes, it was a wonderful time. They were on top of the world, riding high on the wave of success that they'd earned. Things were perfect. They couldn't really want more, could they?
Well. One of them could.
As he applied a fresh layer of sunscreen, George watched Ringo splash around in the ocean. Of course, he was bombarded by fans, but that was unavoidable. But that was the last thing on George's mind. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ringo. The man was stunningly handsome – strong but not overly muscled, lean but not bony, just perfect. He zoned out as his mind drifted back to a few nights ago... they'd been sleeping with each other for a few months now, but something about a few nights ago was just... it'd been incredible...
They'd come back to their hotel room, high on adrenaline from the show. Ringo had barely made it into their shared hotel room before George had him pinned to the wall, their lips crashing together with a desperate passion. Their suit jackets were quickly tossed aside, their shirts hastily unbuttoned with fumbling fingers. Soft, needy moans escaped as George trailed kisses down Ringo's neck. The man tasted of sweat, but George didn't care. He needed Ringo. And from the sounds of it, Ringo needed him too.
“Bed,” George whispered. “Now.”
Ringo didn't need to be told twice. He nearly ran to the bed, shedding his shirt as he laid himself out as alluringly as possible. Ringo's eyes raked over George's body. There were times when he was jealous of George's body, but now wasn't one of them. He wanted that body on top of him. Needed it. And he soon got his wish.
“Been wanting you all day,” George whispered, kissing down Ringo's neck and sucking a hickey below his collarbone. He delighted in the moans, the way Ringo's back arched slightly off the bed with a combination of pain and pleasure. His hands traveled down Ringo's chest and played with his trouser button. “Now, let's get these off, yeah?”
Before his daydream got any further and George ended up with a rather awkward stiffie, he shook his head and snapped himself out of it. Didn't stop him from wanting Ringo though. He wanted to feel those thick fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as George took Ringo's cock into his mouth. He wanted to hear Ringo's deep, rich moan in his ear as he came, spurting white hot ribbons into George's mouth. Or over his own stomach as George fucked him into the mattress. Either way, he didn't care. Hell, he'd even let Ringo fuck him if he so desired...
“I think it's time to go inside, don't you?”
George startled out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice in his ear, one that sent blood rushing straight to his cock and made it twitch in his swimsuit. He turned c and, sure enough, there was Ringo, bent over slightly so he could whisper in George's ear. He smirked at George's obvious lust. To be fair, he felt that same lust himself. How could he not?
“Like the way ye think,” George replied.
He glanced out towards the ocean. John and Paul were busy lapping up attention from the throng of girls that had ambushed them. They'd be occupied for a while. Without another word, George followed Ringo towards the hotel, being careful not too look too conspicuous. After all, nobody could know that they were secretly shagging.
But as soon as they were upstairs and the doors were closed, they dropped the act. Before Ringo could say one word, George had him on the bed, pressing himself against him and kissing him desperately. He moaned into Ringo's mouth as he felt those hands slide over his shoulder and down to his arse, squeezing it almost in perfect rhythm with the kiss. Of course. Ringo was a drummer, rhythm was in his blood. George nipped Ringo's mouth and began to grind against him as he hardened.
“Been wanting to fuck you all day,” George whispered.
He went back in for more kisses, heatedly lapping at Ringo's mouth and sucking on his lover's tongue. Ringo moaned at the tugging sensation and began to pull at the hem of his shorts. He didn't want to stop the kiss, but George knew it was temporary. He pulled his own shorts off as Ringo spread his legs, giving a tantalizing view.
“Then by all means, love. Have me.”
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