Damn Good Friends (Put you in a song)

You don't? I don't. (M)

Win pulls back and says-

"Team. Baby cheeks,"

"Ha?" Team asks deliriously.

Pants after pants, his mind fuzzy and airy.

"Can I take you here?"

"What?" He asks.

Win pulls his balmy body towards him, and Team takes purchase on the back of the couch, as his naked skin ignites with traces of wet patterns with Win's wet, hot tongue.

"Ahh. Haaah" Team pants.

Win licks and sucks on random spots on his chest. And Team notices he moves up, slowly, surely, his tongue swirling and sucking patterns on his skin. Until he gets to his ears.

"Do you want to move to the bed or?" He asks then licks his ears and sucks his earlobes.

Team gained consciousness for a fraction of a second then it disappears again.

"Your ears are a weak spot too, huh? Noted," Win says. Then goes to the other ear and does the same thing.

Team can barely feel his legs at this point. Scratching at the material of the couch, his hands also stinging a little from clutching it so hard.

He leans his temple on Win's forehead, and angles it just enough for Win to still be able to lick and suck his ears. He has no control of his movements. He has no control of his body now.

Win has possessed him, mind, heart, and body.

Fully.

And Team can't think enough if it's a good or a bad thing. All he knows is his thoughts are filled with the pleasure of the elder's ministrations on him, and how much he wants to be taken over, even more, longer, deeper. If possible, permanently.

He can only move his hands to clutch the elder's blonde locks and scrunch it between his fingers and make him understand that he wants to say- 'Take me. Fuck. Fuck me. I'm-'

Win stops sucking his ears and holds Team's face before he finishes that thought.

Team's head clears a little, and he looks at Win's dark, pretty eyes, to ground him.

"Baby cheeks, you're not drunk," Win says.

"I'm not," the younger answers. Team grabs the hands caressing his face.

"Ugh. Stop looking at me like that," Win groans and closes his eyes.

"Like what?" Team prods his forehead with Win's.

Team waits for Win to open his eyes. it takes a second, two, then three, and Team bites his lips as the way Win's eyes slowly, so slowly opens, and looks up at him, feels like a tease. Teasing him to say yes to anything. At absolutely anything.

"Like you want me. Like you want this too,"  Win answers.

And Team, Team can't find the right words to say. So he stays quiet and lets everything he feels show in his eyes.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want this too?" Win asks as he noses Team's black ebony hair.

He buries his nose in his hair, smelling the faint smell of shampoo, and something distinctly Team and he loves it.

Team rolls his hips. Making small constant undulations on his lap, that makes Win lean back and lay his head on the back of the couch. Team makes another fragile roll and Win grabs his butt and pushes it towards his own clothed member.