Please || WatTine

🔞Bathroom Frolics🔞

REPOST!!

This was the first thing I ever wrote. And honestly, I cringed hard while reading it just now. So be warned if you're going to read. 💀

"Baby please let me join you."

"I'll do anything you want me to, baby. Don't be cruel."

"Na, my love na na na"

All his boyfriend's words are reverberating inside his mind, fucking every ounce of his sanity, as the cold water from the shower strides through his naked body. He has been in the shower for almost half hour, calming his fucked up self from missing his boyfriend like hell. It has been almost two weeks since Wat was last here with him. He had a concert on the another side of the country. So, he was away. Not that they didn't call and facetime each other, but it's not his fault for missing his boyfriend's physical presence, is it?

He is starving for his touch and his undivided attention all to himself. Blame him for making Tine this needy and dependent to the point just the thought of being apart from Wat makes his heart constrict as if someone is trying to mash it with bare hands. But he knows that his man, his Wat is whipped for him, ready to make a fool out of himself just to bring a small smile on his face. His heart swells with utter happiness; pride and exhilaration overflowing within his veins.

A small smile decorates his whiter than white angelic face as he remembers his man whining, begging him to let him join, to let him shower together with Tine, the day he had to leave for his gig, pouting and sulking on him, marking him irresponsible, for they could've saved water had they showered together. They had made love continuously, orgasms after orgasms until they had no fluid left to release that day, exhausted and fucked up.

He was barely standing inside the bathroom, but his boyfriend was a beast, an insatiable beast, playing cards upon cards to trick him for another shower session. Though he was playing all cute and poor, banging the door and begging to let entrance, Tine knew him all too well.

Wat was a devil disguised as an angel.

He wonders what was it that had pushed him this far with the sex crazy, perverted singer with sex, sex and sex in his mind, and laughs at himself, the answer to his question quite obvious. He knows they love eachother and all but the way Wat couldn't keep his hands to himself everytime they're together makes him think he has a hypersexual fucker of a boyfriend rather than a singer. He would fuck Tine for a whole night and still ask for a morning quickie. They had celeberated their seventh anniversary just the previous month in wonder how fast the time had passed. It was true that all they needed was eachother, love eachother and their life would be at it's best.

Tine ponders - as he rubs his body thoroughly just like his boyfriend would have done, had he been here with him - if Wat was missing him as much because he was practically a mess right now.

He caresses his neck, his hands sliding a little lower after a while, resting on the firm muscles of his chest hidden securely beneath the soft skin, rubbing them slowly, fondling with each, his eyes closed, those plump cherry red lips slightly parted, mouth open, his boyfriend playing with him in his mind.

He slides his right hand down, caressing his torso, following his happy trail below the navel reaching his semi-hard dick. Playing with his balls, he goes back to the every memory of his Wat doing the same for him, caressing them, tugging them, making him moan and whimper until he couldn't help but ask for more. He loved it when Tine was needy and all wet for him and Tine couldn't deny he would always anticipate for Wat to make a mess out of him, destroy him.

His left hand plays with his right nipple. The soft bud already hardened as he traps it between his index and thumb tightly before releasing and rubs his thumb deliberately in a circular motion eliciting a soft "ahs" and "yes" from himself, all while he thinks of his man, shower still running.