Hey I haven't uploaded anything for a long time, I know. But somehow I have no ideas right now. No matter. Here's a new oneshot that was requested by:  

rainbowlol67

I'm so sorry, for the long wait, mate. But I've been so busy. And I promised to upload it yesterday, I know that it's already 00:14 o'clock. I'm really sorry.

This ist the first time, I'm writing something like that,  so don't be mad, if it's not good.

I hope you like it.

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink

It was a nice quiet evening with the band going to a restaurant. It was Bon's birthday and he was taking all of his friends over for dinner. They sat at a table which was a bit distanced from the others in the restaurant. So that they wouldn't be noticed. They talked happily, since they all were finished with their meal. Well ... Angus was still eating. His second serving. Malcolm had scolded him for not eating so much since Bon paid the bill. However, the singer had laughed and ordered a second serving for Angus. Cliff sat next to the drummer and held his hand. Phil stroked it with his thumb and smiled a little before listening to Bon again. Cliff hummed softly and sat back. He loved these men. He loved them all. Like his own family, even though they weren't related. Phil ... well, he loved Phil more than family, of course. He was in love with him and was his proud boyfriend. The two had been a couple for more than two years now. Cliff woke up from his daydream and looked around quickly.

"Hey. What's wrong, baby?" Phil asked, giving him a worried look. Cliff smiled. Phil was always so caring.

"All is well. Just dreamed." Cliff smiled. The drummer nodded and took a sip of his beer.

"Now. Unpack your presents, Bon." Angus said excitedly, as he usually was, and put a huge present on the table in front of Bon.

"What's that?" Asked the singer, amazed.

"It's a gift." Malcolm said coldly. His face remained expressionless.

"Oh really, honey?" Bon asked with a giggle and leaned over to the guitarist to kiss him gently. Malcolm hummed contentedly and stroked Bon's cheek. The two had been a couple for a week. However, since Malcolm was still having a little difficulty dealing with the fact that he was bisexual, they still kept a little distance. Angus wailed in boredom and poked Bon's side with his bony index finger.

"Open the present." He urged. Bon giggled and slowly withdrew. He licked his lips when his and Malcolm's face were only millimeters apart.

"I love you." He whispered. Malcolm smiled. His green eyes reflected joy.

"I love you too." He breathed softly.

"Open it!" Angus yelled in annoyance. "Open the present!" Bon giggled and leaned back to open the package. Cliff leaned against Phil, humming. Bon unwrapped many great presents and thanked them all a hundred times.

Then the real fun started. They laughed and told jokes. Of course, they also drank, which quickly brought them into a perky state. Angus had taken a camera out of his jacket pocket and was taking photos. Bon was wearing a party hat and tossing streamers through the air. Lots of photos were taken. But then came the moment that made Phil stop laughing:

Cliff sat on Bon's lap and kissed him.

After the kiss, they looked at each other and laughed hard. Bon was too drunk to think about his action. Angus giggled like crazy even though he wasn't drunk and Malcolm was lying miserably in a corner trying to look as little depressed as possible. Phil watched with furious eyes as the bassist sat laughing on Bon's lap and the singer pulled his arms around him and grinned at the camera. The drummer's ice-blue eyes narrowed. A low growl echoed through his chest. A warning sent to Bon. The singer got it and took his arms off Cliff's waist, who didn't really notice. Bon stood up shakily.

"Mally! Mally, honey! What's wrong with you!?" He stumbled towards Malcolm, who looked at him pained. Bon poked him with his index finger. "Mally! Move! Do something! You're boring! What's wrong with youuuuuuu?"

"He drank too much." Informed Angus. "If he drinks more than 6 beers and 10 shots, he's always like this." Bon nodded a little. His brain wasn't really working as it normally would. He dropped onto the bench and stroked Malcolm's hair in concern.

"I got you, Babe. I'll take care of you." Slumbled Bon.

*

At the same time, Phil grabbed his lover's hand and pulled him up the stairs to the hotel. The inn had a hotel on the first floor. Phil pushed open any door and locked it behind him.

"What are we doing here, baby?" Cliff asked, looking around the beautifully decorated bedroom. The smaller of the two turned to him and bit his lip.

"You kissed Bon." He growled.

"And?" Cliff chuckled and collapsed onto the bed. "It wasn't meant seriously. I love you and only you." Phil looked at him unimpressed and slowly walked over to him. His muscles were tense all over his body and he looked like a jaguar ready to pounce on its prey. Cliff noticed that look and began to grin. "Oh. Are you jealous, honey?" He leaned his head back, giggling. "That's cute." Phil climbed onto the bed, growling, and leaned over him.

"It wasn't cute of you to provoke me." He muttered and bit sharply into Cliff's collarbone. The bassist groaned loudly and tilted his head back. He gasped a little when Phil licked the bite and took another bite before pushing him onto the bed so that he was now in the center. "I guess I'll have to teach you to never do that again." Phil said, a little angry. "You belong to me. And you know it hurt me. You continued anyway."

"Phil ..." Cliff said sadly.

"No." The drummer growled and raised a hand. "My name is not Phil in this room." He bit down on Cliff's shoulder and then sucked on a hickey. Cliff gasped and put his arms around Phil's back. "You're not going to call me Phil here. You don't deserve to call me Phil because you hurt me on purpose." Cliff shivered. That was exactly what he had always wanted. He wanted Phil to be a little more possessive, not just protective, for once. Phil pulled of Cliff's shirt and tossed it carelessly behind him. He started pampering Cliff's nipples. He pulled on them, sucked gently on them, and bit a little. The bass player was a moaning mess. Sweat ran down his body as he writhed needilly into the touch.

"P ... Phil." Phil looked at him angrily. "I ... Daddy." Cliff breathed softly and bit his lip. Phil smiled. He seemed to think for a while.

"I like that." He hummed and kissed Cliff hard. "Call me that, honey." Cliff nodded eagerly and bumped his hips against Phil's. The drummer gasped for air. Cliff chuckled softly. "Don't do that baby boy. Don't do it again if you want me not to punish you too much. "

"B ... But daddy. I'm hard." Cliff wailed and took Phil's hand to put it on his lap. Phil smiled.

"I know baby. And I'll take care of it. But first, you will atone for your behavior a little." Phil took off his shirt and pants. Both landed on the floor behind him. Then he took a handkerchief out of his jacket and crumpled it up before putting it in Cliff's mouth. "You leave that there, honey." He gently stroked Cliff's cheek. "You're beautiful, baby." Cliff whimpered softly. Phil took off his pants and his underpants. Cliff's cock stood excitedly and made him giggle a little. He gently stroked the shaft with his fingertips and smiled as Cliff moved up, moaning. "It doesn't work that way baby." Phil got up and pulled his belt out of the belt loops of his jeans. He took Cliff's hands and belted them to the bed frame. "You're beautiful, honey." He kissed him hard. Cliff whimpered softly and needily. Phil turned him on his side and stroked Cliff's milky white bum. Then he hit it hard. Cliff whined through the handkerchief in his mouth.

"This is your punishment, baby boy. You'll never kiss other men again, okay? You knew that it hurts me and that I don't want it." Cliff nodded, whimpering, when Phil hit him again and his hand found a steady rhythm. After a while, Phil noticed that Cliff was crying and grinned a bit before stopping. "Aw. Poor baby. Does your bum hurt?" He asked and stroked Cliff's ass again, on which you could now see his red handprints. Cliff nodded, whimpering. "It was your punishment. You know why, don't you?" Cliff nodded again. "That's good, baby." Phil stroked his hair and then pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth. He tossed it on the floor and wiped the saliva aside with his thumb. He kissed Cliff gently.

"Daddy. Please. It hurts." Cliff whined, looking down at his hard cock. Phil smiled.

"Are you going to suck me off, baby boy? Are you going to do it for your daddy?" He asked as he sat cross-legged on the bed. He removed the belt from the bed so that Cliff's hands were tied together behind his bed. Cliff nodded eagerly.

"Please daddy. I want to suck you off." Phil smiled and kissed him hard.

"Of course you do, honey." Cliff took Phil's cock and started sucking on it. The drummer closed his eyes, humming, and wrapped his fingers in Cliff's dark hair. "Mh. That's it baby That's it." He breathed. His fingers twitched a little as the feeling got better and better. "Stop. That's enough, baby boy." Cliff pulled back and looked at him.

"But you haven't even come yet." He said. Phil smiled and kissed him gently.

"Cute, little Cliffy. Cares so much about my well-being. Are you going to kiss someone next time?"

"No, daddy. Just you." Cliff said with a smile and pressed his lips firmly against Phil's. Then he pulled back and wailed. "Please daddy. It hurts." He looked down at his severely swollen cock, which seemed to be throbbing heavily. Phil smiled and lay down on the bed.

"Get on my lap, honey." Cliff nodded and did it. Phil put his hands on Cliff's bony hips and began rocking him on his pelvis. The bassist closed his eyes humming. But then Phil hit him on the thigh. "Ride me baby boy. Ride me till I come. No matter how often you come." Cliff nodded desperately. He wanted so badly. He had to come at last. So he sat up a little and rubbed Phil's tip against his entrance, which made him moan softly. Phil held his cock as Cliff sank on it and bit his lip. The drummer was so big. So damn big. He felt so full. "Mh. Do you like that, baby?" Phil grinned and leaned back to enjoy the whole thing:

Cliff, sweaty and needy, sitting on his cock. Cliff nodded and slowly began to circle his hips. Then he sat up carefully and began to hop. He immediately groaned loudly, which made Phil grin. He hopped for a while, but still not for long.

"I ... will come, Daddy." He moaned.

"Mh. You're doing great, honey." Phil smiled and licked his lips. "But if I don't come, then you have to go on." I looked at Cliff in shock and moaned softly as he slowed down and instead circled his hips. He hoped that Phil would finally come because he knew that he himself wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Besides, his bum really hurt. Phil actually gave a low wail. Cliff smiled a little and started jumping again. He felt Phil's fingers dig into his hips. Both began to moan uncontrollably.

"I love you, Baby Cliff!" Phil exclaimed with a groan.

"I love you too, Daddy! I love you so much! I'm sorry!" Tears ran down Cliff's cheeks. He had to come. He had to come so badly. He jumped on in frustration before finally feeling the knot in his stomach. He groaned loudly. "I love you, Daddy!" He came over Phil's chest. The drummer didn't really take any longer and shoot into the bassist.

Cliff collapsed on top of him, panting and moaning softly. They gasped in sync. Phil put his arms around Cliff's body and cuddled him as he loosened the belt and let it fall to the floor with a clatter. They rolled over on the bed one more time and then smiled at each other.

"I love you, Cliff." Phil kissed him gently and covered them both with the blanket. "But why did you do that? You knew it hurt me."

"I ... I wanted ... I wanted you to bring a little more action into the sex." Phil chuckled softly and kissed him hard.

"Well, you could have just asked me."

"Really? Then we have to do that again next time. It was fun." The blond man giggled and pulled the taller one close.

"I love you baby boy."

"I love you too, Daddy." Cliff breathed sleepily. Phil kissed him on the head and they fell asleep happy and contented in each other's arms.

THE END;