Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Hide and seek

George's POV
My dad should have never signed the lease over to me. I own this house now. Well technically Clay and I own this house now. The first thing we did was get rid of all my dads crap, and there was a lot of it.
He had an old canoe hanging in the main living room. Me and Clay took it down and put it into storage for him. My dad's paintings: gone, his old furniture: gone, any remaining trace of him is now stored away.

"It looks empty without all your dad's clutter." Clay depicted.
"Well we just need to fill it up. What vibe are we going for?" I asked. Clay looked at me like I was crazy.
"I... vibe?" Clay questioned.
"Yeah. Do we want it to be beachy, modern, contemporary?" I asked.
"Con-what?" Clay asked.
"Have you never decorated a house?" I asked and Clay looked down.
"I never really had the chance. I always bought furnished because I moved around a lot." Clay admitted.
"Do you want me to take over it then?" I asked.
"Aren't you still doing some of the wedding planning?" Clay asked.
"I mean yeah, but I can fit both." I said.
"I don't doubt it. I just don't want to throw too much at you." Clay reassured.
"Well, if you want to help I could catch you up to speed on what vendors we still need." I offered. Clay smiled.
"Okay, catch me up." Clay said.

I grabbed his hand and we sat at the dining table together. I opened up my laptop and went to the wedding planer I had filled in partially.
"How do you read this?" Clay asked.
"This is the spreadsheet telling me who's coming to the wedding so that I know how many tables and chairs to provide." I explained. Clay squinted at my dad's name in the corner. I had him marked down as not coming.
"Your dad bailed?" Clay asked.
"No, I decided not to invite him." I said and Clay's eyes went wide.
"George, that's a big decision. Are you sure about it?" Clay asked.

"He called you a thief." I said.
"He doesn't like me, I know. This is your dad George, he's gonna want to see you get married. Even if it's to me." Clay said and looked down. He looked ashamed of himself.
"I know he'll make a scene. It's not like you're inviting your mom." I challenged.
"That's different. My mom's in prison for murdering my brother. Your dad's worst offence has been slapping me at your mom's funeral. There's a big difference." Clay argued.

"Why do you want my dad there?" I asked.
"Because he must mean something to you, he gave you a house." Clay said.
"So I'm supposed to do whatever my dad wants because he provided the minimum requirement for keeping me alive?" I challenged.
"No. I'm saying you shouldn't do something petty. I know you'll want to see his face in the crowd when it happens." Clay looked down again, this time more sad.

"Just stop." I said and closed the laptop. Clay laughed.
"We are great at this aren't we?" He joked. I laughed.
"We're great at a lot of things Clay. This is not one of them." I laughed. I then had my chin directed towards him.
"Let's stick to our strengths." Clay said. I kissed him. Then pulled back.
"Show me your strength~" I whispered in his ear. He laughed slightly then stood up, taking my hand.

He stood there with me for a moment, biting his lip and looking me up and down. Then he pushed me onto the table and grabbed my hips. He started gently grinding me into the table.
"Enough of a demonstration for you~" Clay whispered in my ear.
"No. I think I need to be shown~more~" I moaned. He pulled his thumbs up to my waistband and effortlessly took my pants and boxers off. He then went back to grinding me into the table.

"Stop teasing~" I moaned and Clay listened, pulling himself out of his pants.
He lined up, I felt pressure at my hole. I laid on the table stomach-down and Clay thrusted into me. I moaned loudly.
"First thing we should do is soundproof this place." Clay joked. I blushed and hid my face against the table. He started thrusting, hitting my prostate.
"Cl~Clay~harder." I moaned and he complied. I felt like my knees were going to buckle under Clay's power.
I came on the table an Clay picked my hips up more, getting a deeper angle.

"Finish Clay~" I begged.
"Where should I finish~" he moaned.
"Finish inside~hurry~" I begged and Clay came, thrusting a few more times to make sure he's drained. He pulled out and let me stand up.

"Is that a good demonstration on my strengths?" Clay asked. I turned to him and smiled. Then wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Only if you're done with me." I enticed. Clay scoffed.
"Please, I'm not even close to done with you. You still have your shirt on~" Clay said and started grinding against me again.
"Well, take it off~" I said. Clay grabbed my shirt and rubbed it against my skin.

"You're so needy today~" Clay teased.
"I wouldn't have to beg if someone would listen." I said. Clay traced my jawline with one finger, stopping at my chin.
"But it's fun to watch you beg~" Clay teased again.
"Clay~please~" I begged. He laughed.
"Please what?" Clay asked and grabbed my shirt again.
"Destroy me~" I moaned and Clay finally pulled my shirt off. He pulled his off as well then kissed me. I wrapped myself around him getting any kind of friction I could.

Clay stepped away from me, I looked at him, confused. He grinned at me and then walked away, heading upstairs.
"What the hell!" I yelled up at him. He looked at me from the stairs and grinned again. He walked to the doorway of the library and leaned against it, watching me.
I started to climb the stairs, Clay disappeared into the library. I walked into the library to not see Clay. I locked us in then started looking. It was always slightly maze-like in this house, some freestanding shelves and seating that's easy to hide behind. I walked around the shelves hearing Clay on the other side. Every time I looked down the isles, he was already moved.

"Clay! I'm gonna find you!" I teased. I turned the corner, empty again. I turned around and Clay was directly behind me, I almost ran into him.
"Found me~" Clay teased. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pushed me into one of the shelves.
I kissed him as he lined up. I felt him thrust in, pushing me into the shelf more. I kissed down to his neck as he kept going.
"Good George~" Clay said and finished inside me. He pulled out and dropped to his knees, his mouth at my tip. I watched as he licked the shaft.
"I'm close already~" I moaned and Clay took it in his mouth, bobbing his head at the same pace he was fucking me at. I came in his mouth and he stood back up and kissed me.

I then felt him deposit some sort of liquid in my mouth. I pulled back and swallowed it, it was my cum. I looked at his smirk.
"Is that really what I taste like?" I asked in disgust.
"I like it." Clay said and kissed my neck.
"You're disgusting." I insulted.
"And you're a dirty cumslut~ guess we all have flaws." Clay said.
"Don't work me up unless there's another round starting." I warned.
"Fine. I'll use my talents elsewhere." Clay said and started strutting out of the library. He turned and looked at me before leaving.
"I love you, dirty cumslut!" He yelled at me, I laughed.
"I love you too, cumshot." I shot back.