Note: This is a smutty fic. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Krii7y

Smitty didn't know why John was so urgent for him to come over. Well, he wasn't "urgent" per se, but he was very insistent for some odd reason. But even though Smitty just wanted a relax day, he ended up going over. 

When he got to the door, he barely had time to knock when John yanked him inside. "Dude, what the fuck? Calm down a bit, Jesus Christ," he exclaimed. John just laughed. Smitty glared at him. "Alright, now what was so urgent that you needed me to come over?" he asked.

John shrugged slightly, "I wanted to try something with you, that's all."

Smitty rolled his eyes, "Are you serious? You better want to try a sex position from the Kumasutra or something."

John laughed again, "Nah, it's 10 times better than the Kumasutra, trust me." Smitty arched an eyebrow.

"Oh? Then lead the way, cry boy gay man." John rolled his eyes and pulled Smitty into the living room. He stopped, turned to Smitty, grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes. Smitty looked around, confused. "Uh, John?"

"Hush, I'm doing the thing. Now look at me." 

Smitty rolled his eyes, but then did as John said.

He didn't know how long he was staring before he began to get a little sleepy. He wanted to close his eyes so badly, but couldn't for some reason. He saw John smirk in his peripheral vision. "That's it," John murmured. "Just like that."

"J-John," Smitty mumbled out. His vision was beginning to get wonky, but he still couldn't move them. 

Finally, he lost consciousness, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body became limp. 

John caught him and held him up. He snapped his fingers a couple of times before Smitty no longer was dead weight and was standing. John smirked and stood in front of him. "Open your eyes," he said.

On command, Smitty opened his eyes lazily. Instead of the normal, chocolate brown eyes he had, they were now blue and murky. He was slumped over slightly and swaying on his feet. "Now," John said, "answer me this: who do you belong to?" 

"You," Smitty answered, his speech slurred slightly.

John's smirk grew. "That's right," he said. "Now I want you to follow everything I tell you too, ok?" Smitty nodded.

Oh, John was going to love playing with him.

"Follow me," John ordered. Smitty did as he asked, and John led him into the bedroom. 

"Sit on the bed. Now." Of course Smitty did as he was told, sitting calmly and looking u at John in his slight haze. John began to undo his pants, sliding them down with ease. "So tell me, Smitty," John said with a smirk, "how good are you with that mouth of yours?"

The dazed Smitty blinked up at him and just shrugged silently. John chuckled a little, "Well, we're about to find out, aren't we?"

He stood in front of Smitty, smirking down at him. "Suck." Smitty blinked up at him lazily before opening his mouth and taking it in. He bobbed his head slightly and looked up at John, his murky, blue eyes not really focusing on anything in particular. John groaned at Smitty's dazed look. For someone under mind control, he was surprisingly good at this. Or maybe he'd done this before when he wasn't being controlled by someone. It was unlikely, but still a possibility.

John laced his fingers through Smitty's hair, groaning as he pushed on his head some. Smitty moaned every time John tugged at his hair, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before opening and looking up at John.

His head moved further down John's cock, moaning slightly as he did. "Oh, fuck," John groaned. "Shit, you're a fuckin' champ at this, you know that?" Smitty hummed in response, and John groaned again from the vibrations. He knew if he let Smitty continue he'd be done for, so he quickly pulled him off by his hair. Smitty's dazed eyes drooped slightly, but he still looked up at John.

"Alright, now take off your pants and underwear and lie on the bed."

"Yes, sir."

The "sir" caught John off guard. He had no fucking clue where it had come from, but in all honesty, it was hot.

Smitty had presented himself on the bed quite nicely; his glazed over eyes looked into the distance while he sat up straight with his legs apart. John smirked and crawled on top of him, "Let's see how much fun we can have, hm?" His hands caressed Smitty's thighs, running them up and down. He then kissed Smitty, the kiss instantly becoming heated. Smitty kissed back lazily, despite the heat in the kiss. John's hands ran to the back of Smitty and he scooted him forward. He pulled back from the kiss with a grin and winked at Smitty before picking him up and setting him back down on his dick. Smitty groaned from the feeling, leaning his head back and gripping onto John's shoulders. John smirked and lifted Smitty up before dropping him. Smitty gasped and dropped his head into John's shoulder. John did this multiple times, each time getting a gasp or a moan from Smitty. 

He stopped suddenly, and brought his lips up to Smitty's ear. "What do you want me to do to you?" he whispered. He felt Smitty shiver underneath him.

"I....want you to fuck me, sir." His voice quivered slightly, almost as though if he said one wrong thing he'd be fucked. Of course, John was the one controlling him in a sense, but the responses...they were real, in another sense. And don't get John started on that "sir" - that still turned him on to no end.

John bounced him once, but then stopped. "How?" he murmured. Smitty swallowed. His dazed look was becoming less dazed it seemed, but he still had those murky blue eyes.

"I want you give it to me as much as you can, sir."

John grinned, "That's what I like to hear."

In an instant, Smitty was flipped onto his back and John wasn't holding back at all. Smitty gasped and moaned, his back arching off of the bed as his hands tangled into the sheets below him. "Like this?" John asked in between breaths, smirking at Smitty.

"F-fuck, yes, just like that," Smitty gasped out. He felt his body being shoved back and forth between John and the bed, he felt every nerve in his body burst into flames all at once. 

He cried out when John angled himself and hit a bundle of nerves that caused his entire body to jolt in pleasure. "J-john, sir, fuck!" John groaned at the sound of his name from Smitty's lips.

"Fuck, do that again," he breathed.

"John, fuck," Smitty whined, gasping for air. 

"Shit, you sound so fucking good, and you look so fucking good underneath me, you know that?" John asked. Smitty couldn't answer; his words were replaced with moans.

Smitty felt close; if John continued at his pace he'd be gone in a minute or so. John's name slipped out of his mouth many times, along with a couple of "sirs". 

John himself was close; just seeing the way Smitty's dazed blue eyes look at him, desperate for more, got to him tremendously. In a good way, of course. 

With one final cry of John's name, Smitty came. He sobbed a little, his chest heaving in hopes of getting air back. John came not a minute later, groaning Smitty's name along with a few curse words.

He dropped his head for a moment or two to collect himself before he looked back up at Smitty. His murky blue eyes seemed to look through him. They looked dazed, as usual. John chuckled and pulled out before falling onto the bed next to Smitty. Smitty turned his head to look at him. His breathing was normal now.

"What now, sir?" 

John groaned at the name, covering his eyes with his arm. If he heard "sir" a few more times, he might actually jump Smitty. "Just-just sleep," he ordered. He knew when Smitty would wake up the effects would be gone and he'd probably be wondering why the hell his ass hurt so much. But he couldn't be bothered with that right now. Right now, he wanted to rest. 

And that's exactly what he did.