Hobi's Demands • JHS

Eleven

"What happens now?" You smiled sheepishly, trying to snuggle against the side of Hobi's body.

"Normally I would punish you." His tone was even but he shifted to allow you to press your cheek against his shoulder.

You stiffened, you didn't like what he was saying. You'd never agreed to anything as childish as that. You sat up and pushed away from him, hands against his arm for leverage.

"No." You frowned at him continuing to back away, but he caught you around the waist and tugged you back.

"I said normally, not that I would." Hobi brushed his lips against the soft spot behind your jaw, his gentle laugh pushing warm breath against your skin.

"I don't want you to hit me or treat me like a kid." You pouted but almost gasped when his arms trapped you to his chest.

"Oh Sunshine, punishments are nothing like a swat on the ass or a smack on the hand. Someday you'll beg for them, do all kinds of naughty things to earn them, crave them like every other thing I do to your body." You felt his tongue dance across your pulse point, his lips following it, a light sucking against the area until you thought your eyes might roll back.

"I don't believe you." Your hands dragged into his hair and you squealed he rolled you to the couch beneath him so quickly you had no idea it was about to happen.

"Your breath smells like mint, if I didn't know better I'd believe you'd tried to earn one already. Otherwise why would you have bothered to brush your teeth before you came up?" Hobi caught you in your own lie to yourself.

Your eyes went wide seeing him grin down at you, his upper body propped on his arms biceps tight beneath the sleeves of his shirt. He shifted slowly and his torso pressed flush with yours. You moved upward against him, your leggings thin against his sweats, you could feel him semi hard against your hip.

"Besides, we're only on step three, punishments are a long way off." Hobi's arms lowered him again and his mouth found your collarbone, his chest crushed against your ribs.

"We've not left step three?" You moaned as teeth dragged along the length of it, followed by his kisses into the curve of your neck.

"No, not even close." His laugh pulled him away from your body and you groaned, you wanted him to kiss you everywhere.

"What's step four?" You licked your bottom lip looking up at him, and you watched as he considered your question.

"Testing your control. The way you're so needy for me right now I can already tell it will be as hard a lesson as three."

You leaned upward, catching his lips but he barely let you feel them before he rose higher out of reach, you sighed pressing your shoulders back into the cushion. He was wrong, you could control yourself, you could prove it.

"Did you think about me last week? Were you disappointed that I didn't reach out?" You watched him as closely as he'd watched you a moment ago.

Hobi shook his head no, but his lips were closing the distance in a way that felt like you were both in slow motion. You realized you were holding your breath, body not moving even though everything in you wanted to meet him half way, kiss him senseless. Did he really mean no? Did he not think about you at all?

"It made me crazy." He kissed you, hands curling beneath your back to pull you against him, all the spaces between your bodies disappearing.

Hobi's mouth was playful, his tongue teasing against yours before withdrawing, his teeth nipping against your bottom lip. You felt breathless but he didn't let you go, your arms and legs tangling against each other as you both shifted your bodies to feel each other's warmth and solidness. You could kiss him all day, his kisses weren't too wet like some guys, he seemed to know exactly how to make you want more.