"What the fuck was going on with you, tonight?" Dallon asks, pushing Brendon onto the bed and crawling on top of him.

"I'm sorry I'm not your perfect little puppet," Brendon replies and Dallon scoffs, gritting his teeth.

"I told you before I wanted you to be yourself because that's who I like, not whoever the fuck you were pretending to be, tonight," Dallon says and he pulls Brendon's shirt off of his shoulders and he throws it onto the floor.

"Well, you just wanted to show everyone that you're actually gay and you're not having an affair with Stella. That's why you brought me," Brendon says, struggling to form a clear sentence because Dallon has started to bite and suck at his collar bones.

"You know that isn't why I wanted you to come along," Dallon says, pulling Brendon's pants off. "You know that I love you and that that's why I wanted you to come along," he snaps and Brendon rolls his eyes.

Smut warning!

"Well, if you love me so much, then- ahh..." Brendon moans a little as Dallon starts stroking his cock.

"Then what, Brendon?" Dallon asks, pulling back a little and looking at Brendon with a dark look in his eyes.

"Then why do you act like I'm just one of your possessions?" Brendon asks, moaning again as Dallon starts stroking his dick a bit faster.

"Fuck, Dallon..." He moans and he arches his back a little.

"I don't act like you're a possession," Dallon just says. "You're your own person and I respect you, baby," he adds and Brendon just moans, not really caring anymore.

"Just shut the fuck up, Dallon. All I want right now is for you to fuck the shit out of me," he says and Dallon scoffs.

"Jesus Christ, that really all you care about, hm?" he asks before he just pulls Brendon's underwear down and pulling his own pants and underwear down.

"Well, I'll fuck you so hard you'll be begging for me to stop," Dallon says, still angry and he grabs the lube he'd kept in his jacket pocket before throwing his jacket onto the floor too.

"I stretched while you were getting a drink at the bar," Brendon says, ignoring what Dallon was saying and moaning when the taller man pushes into him roughly, not giving him time to adjust.

"You really wanna tell me that I'm acting like you're a possession?" Dallon asks, pulling out almost all the way and pushing into Brendon again, groaning a little at the feeling.

Brendon just moans a little and bites his lip.

"You really wanna tell me that all I want is for you to be a perfect doll?" Dallon continues and he just starts fucking into Brendon in a rough way, making the shorter man moan loudly and dig his nails into Dallon's arms.

"I fucking love you and you think you can just act like I'm a bad person when I care for you like no one else," Dallon says, his voice soft and low, as he mumbles in Brendon's ear before he starts kissing Brendon's neck.

"Fuck, Dallon-" Brendon moans, wrapping his arms around Dallon's neck and scratching Dallon's back roughly, as the tall man thrusts into him harshly.

"Oh, now all of a sudden you're not annoyed anymore, are you?" Dallon asks and he bites Brendon's shoulder roughly.

"Fuck you, Dallon," Brendon spits out and he scratches Dallon's back even harder, causing Dallon's skin to break and start bleeding a bit. Brendon doesn't care, though. If anything, it makes him smirk a little because of the way Dallon groans.

Brendon suddenly moans loudly, as Dallon hits his prostate roughly. He was still annoyed at Dallon, but right now it was pretty hard to tell the taller man, with the waves of pleasure that were coursing through his body.

After hitting his prostate once, though, Dallon starts to thrust at a different angle, just so he wasn't hitting Brendon's prostate anymore. Brendon just digs his heels into the small of Dallon's back, groaning a little.

He tangles his fingers in Dallon's hair, pulling it roughly and Dallon groans again, digging his nails into Brendon's hips.

"Fuck you," he growls before kissing Brendon aggressively.

Brendon kisses him back, biting his lip roughly and Dallon pulls his hair in return, causing Brendon's head to tilt back and making Brendon look at Dallon, seeing the dark look in his eyes.

"Stop hurting me," the taller man says and Brendon rolls his eyes. They slip closed when Dallon hits his prostate again and he hums a little, not wanting to show Dallon how much he was enjoying it.

"Why?" He asks, trying to provoke an angry reaction from his boyfriend. He didn't really like the fact that they were (what seemed to be) fighting while fucking, he just liked how rough Dallon was being, right now.

"Because if you hurt me one more time, I'll make sure you regret it," Dallon growls and Brendon smirks, as he pulls Dallon's hair again.

"Well, how are you gonna make me regret it?" He asks and Dallon pulls out of him, manhandling him onto his stomach and spreading the shorter man's legs as much as he could before pushing into him again and rutting into him as rough as he can.

"You're just a goddamn slut, wanting to be fucked," he says and Brendon gasps audibly as Dallon pulls his hair so hard his back arches and his chest is being lifted off the bed.

"I gave you everything you wanted, from my unconditional love to fucking money and today when I needed you most, you decided to start a fight about absolutely nothing and ruin the whole fucking night," Dallon continues and Brendon moans as Dallon pulls his hair again. His scalp was starting to burn, but he doesn't really feel it because all he could feel was the rough way that Dallon was fucking into him and the hand that's suddenly being wrapped around his throat.

"You would never actually choke me," Brendon says and in any other situation, Brendon would've been right, But Dallon would also never really have fucked him as roughly as he was, right now and he also never really would've gotten angry at him. For some reason, something inside Dallon had snapped, tonight.

"You don't tell me what I would and wouldn't do," Dallon says, the dark tone of his voice a stark contrast to how soft his voice was.

Brendon feels a shiver run through his body at Dallon's words and before he knows it, Dallon's hand is tightening around his throat.

He knows that, as soon as he says the safeword, this all would be over, but for some reason, all of this was just turning him on.

Soon, his airway is completely cut off and it doesn't take too long for him to start feeling lightheaded.

Dallon hits his prostate suddenly, in such an accurate way that Brendon knows it's intentional and his orgasm washes over him unexpectedly. He lets out a silent cry of pleasure and his entire body tenses up for a few seconds.

Dallon let's go of his throat and Brendon falls forward, onto the bed and he stays there, letting Dallon fuck him until he starts coming too.

END OF SMUT

"Marry me-" The taller man gasps and he digs his fingertips into the bruises on Brendon's hips.

Brendon just completely tenses up, as he hears what the taller man says and when his boyfriend lies down next to him -still completely blissed out- he stays quiet.

"I'm really sorry I got so angry..." Dallon mumbles, after looking at the ceiling for a while and he glances at his boyfriend, who doesn't look back at him.

"It's fine," he answers, his voice sounding flat.

"I shouldn't have acted so dumbly, all night. I'm really sorry about that, I was just overthinking..."

Dallon pulls him closer to him, kissing his shoulder softly.

"It's okay, baby..."

"Angry sex with you is really good," Brendon says after staying quiet for a while and he looks at his boyfriend, who smiles sadly.

"I'm really sorry."

"No, Dall... It's okay. I might've tried to provoke you... Besides, we both enjoyed it."

Dallon nods before getting up.

"Let's take a shower," he says and Brendon nods.

They shower together and later just cuddle when they're lying in bed. They don't talk about the 'marry me' thing.

And Brendon is fine with that.

Not my best smut oops