Domestic

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George's POV
My eyes fluttered open. As I look around I see Clay is gone. I stretch and hear rustling in the bathroom. I went to the doorway to look at who it was.

I was met with a shirtless Clay brushing his teeth. He looked so perfect getting ready. He looked at himself and ran his fingers through his hair. I strutted over.
"Morning sexy." I said, making Clay jump, blush, then turn to meet my gaze. His mouth was still full of toothpaste.
"Hey..." Clay tried to speak but failed. I put my hands on his shoulders and stood on my toes, bringing our faces closer. He tried to turn around to spit out the mouthful of toothpaste.
"No. I like it when you don't talk." I said, making his blush darken.
"Wah..." Clay tried again.
"You can't talk." I laughed. I held him there for a moment longer, then finally released him. He turned around and spat in the sink, immediately rinsing his mouth.
He turned to me, his expression giving me chills.

"I can speak now." Clay stated and grabbed my hips, kissing me roughly. He tasted freshly of mint. He pulled back and covered my mouth.
"Now you'll pay..." he trailed off then kissed me gently on the lips and released me. I stood there, confused.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I enticed.
"I'll make you scream my name." Clay whispered to me. I felt my face heating up. He messaged my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Make me~" I whispered in his ear. He turned and kissed me roughly again. I jumped and threw my legs around him, holding him tightly.

We got to the bed and he dropped me on the mattress. He crawled on top and started grinding on me. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth. I moaned as he brought one hand to my throat and let his finger dance, teasing me.
"Make sure you let out every one of your adorable sluttish moans." Clay whispered. I then remembered something.
"What about Wilbur?" I asked and Clay's grip on my throat tightened slightly.
"What about him?" Clay said. I moaned under him.

He pulled my shirt off and took my boxers off, leaving me naked. He pined my wrists above my head. He slowly rubbed himself down with his own spit after taking his own pants off. He kept our faces close but wouldn't kiss my lips even if I tried to kiss him first.
"Stop teasing me~" I moaned.
"Could you say that louder~" Clay teased.
"Stop teasing me!" I yelled and Clay laughed taking his hand off his dick and grabbed my hip, lining up with me. I watched in anticipation, but he sat still and smirked at my impatience.
"Please~!" I moan-yelled. Clay bit his lip and thrusted in. I screamed as he entered. We then heard Wilbur start pounding on the door.
"I think he's cheering us on." Clay joked and I smiled.
"Yeah he's telling you to hurry uU~~~" I said back and Clay started pounding me.
"What's my name~" Clay moaned.
"Cl~Clay~" I screamed.

He brought his hand he was pinning my wrists with to my dick and started stroking at the same reckless pace.
"Clay~!" I screamed louder. I couldn't say much due to the fact that Clay was rearranging my guts.
I screamed and arched my back.
"I'm~~~ I'm gonn~~~!!~~" I moaned and came on my own stomach. Clay smiled at me as he kept going.

He grabbed my thighs and went deeper making me moan twice as much.
"You like that~ little slut~" Clay teased. I nodded and he laughed.
He came as deep as he could, giving me a few more thrusts.
"Clay~ I'm still~" I moaned out of breath. I feel Clay's weight shift and his mouth at my tip. He gently licked at it. I sat up slightly and grabbed his hair, meeting his gaze. I nodded and he took in my length, coming back up immediately. He bobbed his head as fast as he could go.
I finished in his mouth, watching him swallow.

"Are you guys done yet?!" We hear Wilbur outside.
"Yeah! Why?!" Clay yelled back. There was no answer. Clay rolled his eyes and threw on his bottoms again. I also got dressed and followed him out. We both see Wilbur on the couch with headphones in. He took them out.
"Finally." He said.
"Sorry, we're we being too loud?" Clay asked innocently.
"Yeah no shit. If I knew how much you guys like to fuck I wouldn't of written this address down." Wilbur said. I sat down feeling my shame.
"I already told you the cost of living here." Clay said to Wilbur.
"But you know being a third wheel makes me uncomfortable." Wilbur argued.
"I never wanted you here to begin with." Clay argued back.
"Yeah, but I'm stuck here. You could at least keep it at a considerate volume." Wilbur continued.
"Why? This is my cabin. That is my fiancé. So I get to make as much noise while inside of them as I want to." Clay continued making me blush and turn away.
"You are unbelievable!" Wilbur yelled.
"And you're a sellout!" Clay yelled regaining my attention.
"YOU KNOW YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT THAT!!!" Wilbur screamed.
"NO!! I WASN'T!! YOU SOLD US OUT, YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD HAVE!!!" Clay screamed. Wilbur got up and squared up to him. I stepped in finally.

"Guys is this fight worth Clay breaking his clean streak?" I asked politely.
"What's that now?" Wilbur said and turned to Clay. Clay looked at me like I said something wrong.
"I'm trying to go clean." Clay explained.
"Oh, so you can't punch me. That would be assault." Wilbur teased.
"Technically yes. Do you really want to test me?" Clay asked with the most intimidating expression.
"Of course! I get to take up all my problems with you. All you can do is talk back." Wilbur teased.
I looked at Clay as he scoffed and looked at Wilbur with a similar expression that he looks at me with. I felt my heart sink slightly.
"To avoid a fight, I am going back to bed." Clay said and walked out. I followed after him.
"PLEASE KEEP IT DOWN!" Wilbur yelled after us. Clay was sitting on the bed, head in hands.

"Clay?" I asked gently.
"I'm sorry." He said and rubbed his face.
"Why?" I asked.
"I want to stay clean, but I can't stand him." Clay whispered.
"I saw the way you look at each other... are you?" I trailed off. Clay laughed slightly.
"It'll be a cold day in hell before I take him back. Trust." He said and I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too." He whispered back.

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