BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 102: kisses

Just like to say for anyone who is confused, in the last chapter the entire 'bottom documentary' is dedicated to one of my wives _r_iley_ who is a bottom and dates me, vose__, and Santa Claus.

I was gonna do smut, but had a younger cousin over who kept looking over my shoulder (like a pain in my ass) and so I had to just write a make-out session instead.

Anyway, sorry for the late chapter, name my dumbass cousin.
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George POV.

Clay finally put me down when we got to the car and I grumbled under my breath as he slid into the drivers seat opposite me.
"What was that Georgie?" The blond asked, glancing over to me from his seat.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, turning my head away.
"Mhm, sure..." Clay smirked momentarily, then his finger hooked under my chin, before he turned me to look at him. "What were you mumbling about?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "just wanted to finish that movie."
He kissed my lips lightly, "we can watch that movie anytime, but know that we won't be interrupting either of them we could do whatever we wanted."

Clay continued to smirk at me as I turned to look back out the window, trying not to blush as I knew what he was going to suggest.
His eyes studied me for a moment before he started to drive.

We got back home and I started walking inside, with the blond catching up with me after I left walked up the staircase. He ran ahead of me and courteously held open the door for me, I blushed again and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as I went to sit down on the couch.

I tried to ignore Clay as I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on, looking through a list of available movies as I pulled it up. The blond came and sat down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I managed to find and put on the movie we had been watching at Darryl's.
Clay began kissing my face and neck while I tried to ignore it, attempting to keep my attention on the screen.

The soft kisses that my pillow placed all over my exposed neck and shoulders. He made me squirm a little as is hot breath hit the back and side of my neck, making it tingle, but not enough for it to be noticeable.
"Really Georgie? Nothing?" Clay asked, annoyed that he wasn't getting a reaction from me.

I didn't want to reply, just watch this movie and so I didn't answer him. It would probably turn him on even more than he clearly already was.

The blond sighed in frustration before just lifting me up and carrying me over to the bed. He lowered me down and kissed me on the lips before returning to the TV. He turned it off then came back over to me.

Clay POV.

I walked over to where George was laying as I sat down on the edge of the bed. The brunette watched as I pulled off my shirt and laid down beside him.

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Warning smut kinda; or just a very aggressive pillow makeout.
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I pulled George over to me before flipping myself over so I was on top of him as I immediately connected our lips. It was a kiss that proved I was in charge, but was also cautious, silently asking him if he was okay with me doing this.

Clearly he was. The brunette immediately began whining softly into the kiss as I managed to brush my tongue against his bottom lip and he let me slip it into his mouth.

George moaned slightly as it traveled along the underside of his teeth before colliding with his tongue which he was trying to force into my mouth.
When he did that, I disconnected our lips, leaving a somewhat confused and hazy looking windowsill staring back at me with big round eyes from underneath me.

"I thought I told you multiple times not to do that Georgie, do you want me to remind you every time we do this?" I asked the brunette with a raised eyebrow.
George just hummed, as he tried to lift his head off the bedsheets and lift it up so his lips could reconnect with mine. I stopped him by pushing him gently back down before he could do that. "Who says you are in charge here Georgie?" I asked him.

"M-me... I did." He muttered with glassy looking eyes.
"Well..." I smirked slightly as my hand moved to the hem at the bottom of his shirt and slid inside it, "... You are very wrong Georgie."
George bit the inside of his lips as my hand ghosted lightly over his stomach and further up his chest, rubbing small circles over different parts of it.

After a few minutes of exploring his chest I pulled my hand out of his shirt and in moved over to hold his hand gently. "How far do you want this to go?" I asked him.

If I had been with any other person in the world, or anyone I had slept with in the past I wouldn't have asked that, but Georgie was different, more important than they were.
Part of me wanted to kiss him so hard that he couldn't remember his name, but I knew how he felt about his appearance, even if he looked adorable he didn't think so. And he was also fragile, I have to ask and I didn't want to freak him out.

George just gave a small shrug, "can we just... not do too much?" He asked me, looking up at me, slightly nervous and flustered.
I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, "of course, if that's what you want. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"
The Brit nodded as I pulled his shirt off of him then began running my hand softly down his chest.

As I repeated this action I reconnected my lips with his, and managed to slip my tongue into his mouth again.

George POV.

The way the blond was holding me down made it clear that he was in charge, but he made it quite easy for me to crawl out from underneath him or push him off if I got too uncomfortable.

His tongue stayed in my mouth, exploring it as his hands did the same thing along my body, running up and down along my arms and over my chest.
Slowly I felt the blonds hands travel lower, to my thighs and he bed rubbing small circles on the more sensitive skin just hidden by the hem of the skirt,but before he did anything else he pulled his lips away from me. "Is this okay Georgie." He made sure to ask, and I just nodded, "good." He continued, "make sure to tell me if it gets too uncomfortable."

Clay leaned back down over me as his hands continued slowly rubbing my inner thighs, and I thought that he was going to kiss me back on the lips again. Instead though, Clay connected them with my neck, beginning to create small splotches of colour in purple, brown and red which would swell up to a bruise sometime before the next morning.

Once or twice, he did make me uncomfortable as Clay sank his teeth into my pale skin, which made me since slightly and my hands travelled up and wrapped themselves around his upper body. "P-please, n-no biting," I muttered, not really liking the harsh feeling of teeth being bared against my neck.

The blond immediately turned the bite into a soft kiss, and  mumbled an apology against my now multicoloured skin before continuing to mark it. Clay hands continued to travel eagerly around my body, over my thighs, chest and back as well as occasionally ruffle up my hair which he said made me look cute.

Around this time, he moved his lips back up to mine and reconnected them again, immediately Clay slid his tongue in as I moaned softly. As we kissed his hands wrapped themselves around my back and helped me sit up before pulling me into his lap.

My hands unwound themselves from around the blonds body as I grabbed one of Clay's hands in mine and he immediately started to squeeze it lightly and lovingly.

Slowly though I forced myself to make eye-contact with him, when the blond noticed this he cocked an eyebrow, "are you okay Georgie? Do you want me to stop?" He asked softly, moving his other hand down to hold my free one which was dangling at my side.
But I shook my head, "a-actually... I was wondering if... we could try... you know..." I didn't want to actually say the word but Clay immediately understood what I was saying.

"I think that could be arranged Georgie," he smiled softly as he placed one more kiss on my lips.
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1516 words.

Once again sorry for the late chapter.