Note To Self (I Want You Terribly)

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: FFTL/EDM

Ships: Sonnycest (FFTL!Sonny x early 2010s!Sonny)

Warnings: Underage

Sonny’s shuddering, wispy breaths came shaky and uncertain, his chest trembling as the older man trailed kisses down his torso.

“Skrill- shit, we shouldn’t do this-”

“Shh, hey. Relax, man,” Skrillex whispered reassuringly. Technically, his name was also Sonny- but Skrillex had a nicer ring to it and wouldn’t get so confusing.

“My parents are gonna be home any minute. I mean- our parents, whatever.”

“That’s not even funny,” Skrillex muttered, even though he was smiling when he said it. His lips reached just below Sonny’s navel- the soft, wet, warm sensation of his kiss was almost ticklish. “You trust yourself , don’t you?”

“I get it, I’m not funny,” Sonny said breathily, face flushed beet red. “Just- just hurry up, I don’t wanna get caught-”

“You know, girls don’t fuck you yet because you haven’t learned the importance of foreplay.”

“Shut up!”

Skrillex laughed, breath hot against the thin, dark hairs at the beginnings of Sonny’s happy trail. “If you insist, man.”

His fingers worked deftly to undo Sonny’s suddenly-too-tight skinny jeans, peeling them off his bony hips. It hurt Skrillex, just a little, to see how small and frail his younger self had truly been- not that he would say anything. Not like he didn’t still have those problems, but god they got better with time. He pressed a soft kiss to the front of Sonny’s boxers. The younger let out a frustrated groan, hips bucking upward.

“Come on, Skrill…”

“I’m gonna stop if you keep rushing it,” Skrillex threatened, hands stilling on Sonny’s bony hips, pushing him flat onto the bed. “Now be a good boy for me and stay still.”

Good boy wasn’t something Sonny had ever been called in bed, in his limited experience, but it made his head swim just a little with how fast the blood rushed to his dick in response to the pet name. He swallowed hard, suppressing the movement of his lower half. A smile played on Skrillex’s lips as he noticed the sudden lack of resistance.

“Yeah, don’t forget… I already know what turns you on. Probably better than you do.” 

Sonny shuddered at that. Right. He hadn’t forgotten that Skrillex was just himself with a decade more life experience, but that part had slipped his mind.

 Skrillex let up the pressure and pushed Sonny’s boxers down just enough to reveal his hard, leaking cock. A sigh that was half a chuckle escaped the older male. “You really couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Shut up… ” Sonny whined, turning his head just far enough that his hair and the pillow would hide his face.

“Ha, I forgot how cute I was,” Skrillex muttered, more to himself than to Sonny, before licking a long stripe up the length of Sonny’s cock. Sonny wanted to retort, I forgot what an asshole I was, but all that went out the window when Skrillex’s mouth was on him. He shuddered and moaned out, grasping a fistful of his bedsheets as Skrillex took the head of his cock into his mouth and began to suck, head bobbing rhythmically up and down. Sonny didn’t even notice he was biting his lip rings.

He whimpered, wrapping a leg around the older’s torso, a nonverbal way of saying please, fuck, don’t stop. Skrillex did, though, after a moment not nearly long enough, pull off of Sonny’s cock with a wet pop!

Skrillex’s lips were red and shiny with spit, his breath coming hot and heavy. His glasses were fogged up- almost as an afterthought, he pulled them off and set them aside, before crawling on top of Sonny.

“Hey, w-why’d you stop?” Sonny asked, something whiny in his voice. But Skrillex didn’t answer. He used one hand to undo his jeans, and suddenly, his cock was pressed against Sonny’s, hot and hard. Out of curiosity, Sonny peeked downward- Skrillex’s was bigger than his, but unsurprisingly, not by much.

“Sorry, it doesn’t grow that much,” Skrillex commented, as if he’d read Sonny’s mind. Sonny wanted to retreat with embarrassment, but it didn’t last long. Skrillex spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, jerking them in tandem. It felt impossibly hot, tight- Sonny gasped out a shuddering moan, but found it swallowed by Skrillex’s lips against his, wet and wanton. A pleasured groan escaped Skrillex as he kissed his younger self, biting down on Sonny's lip rings and tugging just hard enough to hurt. Sonny cried out in pain that melded with the pleasure, and only seemed to feel sore after Skrillex had let go. Skrillex's breath fell hot and heavy against Sonny's lips.

Sonny could feel Skrillex shifting around, redistributing his weight, and then he sat up just a little taller, looking down on the scrawny boy. He looked positively wrecked already- flushed red, chest littered with bitemarks and hickeys nobody would ever see. His hair was always a mess, but it was especially mussed now. Skrillex groaned as he squeezed his hand around their cocks. 

"Sonny, you trust me, right?"

Sonny was half gone- Skrillex was pretty sure he was hearing him from somewhere far away, but after a moment, the boy nodded. His lips fell just hardly open in a way that was so fucking taunting, spit-shiny and pliant. He looked the absolute picture of submissive, and Skrillex had hardly done anything to him yet. He grinned at the thought of breaking him down further. 

"Okay, then I'm gonna do something…" Skrillex warned, slowing his strokes as he leaned forward. He reached out his free hand and let it come to rest on Sonny's throat, letting it stay there just for a moment as a threat. Almost instinctively, Sonny reached a hand up to grab Skrillex's wrist as he slowly tightened his grip, beginning to squeeze. It was almost comical how quickly Sonny's grip relaxed, how his eyes fluttered half-shut, unfocused.

"Yeah, that's a good boy," Skrillex praised, stroking their cocks just a little faster. He let his hand remain there for a few seconds, before ultimately letting go. Then- he slapped Sonny. Not hard enough to really hurt, or leave a mark, but hard enough that he felt Sonny's cock twitch in response underneath his fingers.

"Good fucking boy," Skrillex repeated breathily, leaning down to kiss Sonny again. Sonny kissed back eagerly, an arm wrapping around Skrillex's back and the other hand coming to grasp at his shoulder. Skrillex once again bit down on Sonny's lip ring and tugged, pulling a suppressed moan from the younger boy. Skrillex rewarded him with a hand back around his throat, squeezing lightly. Sonny whimpered against Skrillex's lips, but he didn't let go. He tightened his grip on their cocks, stroking faster. God, it felt fucking good to use Sonny like this. 

Eventually, when Sonny pushed against him, Skrillex let go, pulling himself back from the younger. Tears beaded in the corners of Sonny's eyes- pleasured ones, Skrillex certainly recognized. He gasped for breath, trembling. Skrillex set a hand on his cheek, starting to have second doubts about the tears of pleasure thing, but the next thing out of Sonny's mouth assuaged all fears;

"Skrill, hit- hit me again."

Skrillex swallowed his doubt, because he knew himself well enough not to worry, and pulled his hand back. This time, he wasn't trying to be light. He hit Sonny again, this time hard enough to leave a stinging mark. Sonny bucked up into his fist, and Skrillex just barely noticed he was biting his own lip rings. 

"Again, again, Skrill please-"

"You're such a pathetic painslut."

Skrillex hit him again, harder this time. And then again, and then again, hand working double time against Sonny's throbbing cock. When he was done hitting Sonny, he wrapped his hand back around his neck to choke him- and that was what pushed the teen over the edge, shaking all over as he spurted cum into Skrillex's hand and onto his own torso. Skrillex worked him through his orgasm, watching the way his hips bucked and his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip rings like a lifeline- seriously, was that what he looked like when he came? 

When it was over, Skrillex let go of Sonny's neck, smiling down at him. He ran a hand through his hair, watching his eyes flutter open, his chest heave. Skrillex had always struggled with self-confidence, but Sonny looked so damn pretty all blissed out that just some of it melted away in that moment.

Skrillex wrapped his hand around just his own cock and leaned over Sonny- Sonny sat up to meet his lips. His hand threaded through Skrillex's hair, tugging just lightly- it was enough for him. Skrillex came soon after, his orgasm much less overwhelming than Sonny's seemed to have been, but satisfying nonetheless. He moaned against Sonny as he spilled into his own hand, and then he noticed that he was doing the same goddamn thing- bucking his hips and squeezing his eyes shut- and when it was over, it was almost funny, because, yeah, they were the same person. 

Skrillex pulled himself from Sonny's lips with a disheveled grin and heavy breaths, staring into his own eyes, the deep hue of espresso impossibly beautiful all of a sudden.