Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Giving in

(A/N: I'm torn on whether I should devout myself to smut or story. I think I am doing okay writing both, but the interactions are getting too robotic in my opinion. If you could leave a comment on anything I could change about this book, please.)

George's POV
Clay is almost fully healed. I make sure to do thorough inspections every day. I feel so stupid. Maybe if I actually fought back a bit more against Techno, he never would have gotten shot. I felt like it was my fault, but I would do anything to fix it. He's my saviour, but at the same time I hurt him. Why is he still with me? We are both so... problematic.
We were watching tv until I got bored. I feel my hand travel as if it had a mind of its own. I got halfway up Clay's thigh before he grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the couch underneath him. I smiled as he glared at me, inching closer then stopping. He continued to watch the show. I grabbed the remote and turned it off, turning to watch Clay suck his teeth. He looked at me and smirked.
"You're such a little slut." He said and I bit my lip, feeling myself get hard.
"Only for you." I say and wink at him, letting my eyes follow the contours of his body. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer, making me drop the remote on the ground.
"I'm trying to let you recover. You remember last time." He said and I thought back to the morning, when he made me grip the sheets and call his name.
"You know I can't resist." I say and he leans over me, resting his lips so close to my ear I can feel them.
"Are you asking me for something? I need words." He whispered making me solid on the spot.
"Fuck me Clay." I say and he comes up and kisses me roughly, inserting his tongue. I feel him readjust so that he his straddling me, letting his  hands flow to the hem of my shirt.
He pulled back and whipped the shirt over my head, throwing it to the side and making our lips collide once again. I felt so vulnerable like this, he could do anything to me right now. I want him.
He grabs my waistband and pulled it down, picking up my waist to pull them off completely. He then pulls back completely, standing up and off of me. I sit up.
"Is something wrong?" I ask and he looks at me, laughs, then squints his eyes.
"Walk to the bedroom on your hands and knees." He said and I raised my eyebrows.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Because I want you to." He beamed. I stood up contemplating my options, then decided I'll give it to him. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled my way to the bedroom. As I passed Clay, I hear him say.
"Simp." I finally got to the bed and sat on it, looking desperately at Clay. He sauntered up to me and grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes.
"Glad to see you've dropped your attitude you were developing. Now you're as submissive as when we first met." I blushed and tried to look away but I couldn't. Clay took his hand away and pulled his shirt off. I watched in anticipation, grinding on the bed trying to get any type of friction.
"Sit still." He said and started unbuttoning his pants. I complied and sat there, waiting for his demands. He finally pushed me onto my back and lined up, I felt so utterly humiliated already. He thrusted in fast and kept going at that pace. I laid back helplessly moaning, letting Clay use my body like a toy. He put a hand on my shaft and started jerking, but I refused to cum without his permission. I looked at him, moaning.
"Clay~ I need to~" I couldn't talk anymore than that. I am a moaning mess. Clay started going faster and moaned back.
"Do it~ cum~" I took his order and came on his hand as he kept fucking me. Now moving his hand to my hip, he found a way to get deeper. I started building up again, not being able to communicate anymore, I cum again on my chest. After I'm done I feel a hand on my neck.
"Did I say you could do that?" Clay asked directly.
"No sir." I say a bit out of breath.
"Don't do it again." He said and went right back pounding me, now tightly holding my neck. He finally started getting sloppy and his thrusting got slower. He let his load blow in my ass before pulling out.
I smile at him and stay laying on the bed, completely out of service.
He laid down next to me.
"You Okay? I'm sorry I got a bit authoritative there." He said and I laughed out loud.
"Clay, I like when you do that. Sometimes." I say and run my hand up his arm.
"What good did I do to deserve you?" He asked and I bit my lip.
"Robbery apparently." I teased and he laughed. Finally the mood died down slightly.
"Can we talk about what happened these past few months?" I ask, scared that he would say no.
"Of course! They've been wild." He said and I grabbed his arm.
"Thanks for being there for me when my mom died." I said and he threw an arm around me.
"Thanks for sticking with me when a deadly criminal tested drugs on us." He said and laughed.
"Thanks for being there when my fiancé broke up with me." I said hugging him closely.
"Thanks for taking another shot with me. Literally and metaphorically." I laughed and held onto him.
"Hey Clay."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to get married?"
He looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Well... I'm happy with you. I feel I can come to you with any problem, and I feel alive no matter the day with you. So... Will you marry me?" Clay looked at me with a saddened expression.
"George." He said and held the side of my face.
"This does not have anything to do with you." He started and I fake smiled to stop myself from crying.
"It's fine! I didn't mean it." I said and looked away.
"George, I mean it. You don't need a ring to say you love me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I said and let tears stream down. I ripped my face from his grip and turned away so that he couldn't see me crying.
"George... it's complicated."
"How?" I said and he got silent for a bit.
"I'm still technically married." He said and my tears stopped as I turned slowly to face him.
"What? To who?" I ask and he laughs a bit.
"George... I want to be with you, you have to believe me on that. He and I... I thought I was in love, but it turns out I wasn't." He started crying himself and I threw my arms around him.
"Where is he now?"
"Five states over, where I can't be." He said.