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Fight (2)

Myles pov:

"Myles! If you don't come try this! I'm gonna cry!" My partner Oliver cried for me from the kitchen.
Groaning to no one but myself, rolling of my comfortable couch - I was wearing nothing but grey sweat pants.

Walking into the kitchen Oliver froze when he turned around and almost rammed straight into my chest. I gave him a glare as his cheeks blushed.

"Okay well damn - no one gave you permission to be looking this goddamn fine." I just rolled my eyes as my lips formed a small smirk.

He swung his arms around my shoulders as he pressed his lips to mine, I wrapped my arms around his torso holding him tight. It was my day off - I didn't want to do anything but hold Oliver.

Oliver was about 5'8 or 5'9, he was beautiful with his chocolate brown eyes, and amazing body, which I adored. He's the only reason I'm not the grumpy old man, who's telling everyone to stay off his lawn.

I ruffled his dark blond hair as we pulled away from our kiss.

"Anyway! Taste please!" He shoved a small piece of cupcake into my mouth, I practically moaned at the taste.

Oliver was an amazing baker, even cook, he could do amazing things.

"That's amazing, Liv." I gushed as he smirked, knowing how great his cooking was, as I was only boosting his ego.

"Awesome, now taste these three frostings for me and tell me which one would go best." I sighed as I knew I would be spending the rest of my evening in the kitchen.

Oliver was laying on the couch and I was laying on his chest. He was running his fingers through my dark black hair. My eyes were struggling to stay open as I watched the movie that he had picked.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to bed?" He asked for like the third time.

The truth was - I didn't want to move off his chest, his heartbeat was beating at just the right rhythm to put me to sleep in an instant. I shook my head roughly with a soft hum.

Moments later I was out.

I woke up the next morning alone on the couch. I groaned grabbing my phone off the table-side counter it was almost six am.

Pushing myself off the couch and carrying myself upstairs to see Oliver sleeping peacefully in bed.

Fucker left me there and didn't bother to wake me up. I'll make him pay for it.

I crawled into bed with him, falling asleep for a few more hours as I was barely awake the first time.

Waking up again, to the sun shining through the window, I took this as my chance to get revenge.

Slipping under the covers to pull down Oliver's plaid sweatpants.

I took his flaccid dick in my mouth, and began sucking.
I could hear him groan as he stretched, his body shifting in place.

Suddenly he gasped fully aware of the situation now, his hands found my hair as he grabbed fist fulls of it.
"Ah~ yes..."
He thrusted his hips into my mouth - making me pull away.

"I'm doing the work not you, don't make me tie you up." I grumbled, he moaned at my words with a quick nod. As I dipped back down.

I sucked hard and quick, bobbing my head on his sensitive tip. His moans turned into whines giving me the infamous clue he was close.

Whenever Oliver was close his moans turned into desperate whines as if he was trying to hold back his finish, he swears he doesn't do it, but there's always whines before he cums.