𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊
𐐪𐑂 ♡
sapnap pulls the fridge open, listening as george shouts to him from the other room, "can we stop at the shop when you drive me home?"
the ravenette rolls his eyes fondly, taking out two bottles of water and replying, "i didn't realise i was driving you home, but sure, why?"
"i wanna buy toms some chocolate."
sapnap nods, even though george can't see him, and pushes the fridge shut again before turning to make his way back into the bedroom. george looks up as soon as he walks in, and sapnap can feel the way george's eyes travel down his body, so intense it feels like physical touch.
"here," the ravenette says, holding the water out to george, who takes it with a smile, unscrewing the cap.
george's gaze flicks down, reconnecting sapnap's eye contact as he says, "stop walking around with your dick hanging out," and takes a long swig of the water.
"it's my home, i can wear as little clothes as i like," sapnap replies with a smirk. "why? would you rather i put it somewhere else?"
george shrugs, swallowing his mouthful and screwing the cap back onto the water bottle. he replies, "maybe," before discarding the bottle onto the bedside cabinet and then sitting up to get a hold of sapnap's hips.
the ravenette smiles, letting george pull his body back onto the bed, right on top of the brit, and blindly reaches out to put his unopened water on the cabinet with george's. both hands free, he holds himself up over the other, caging him in as george leans up to smash their lips together.
sapnap angles his head, locking them together and pushing deeper into the kiss. he feels george relaxing beneath him and takes the chance to push his tongue through the seam of george's lips, drinking up the low moan that the brunette lets out in response.
he presses his hips down, pushing their naked bodies together and breathing in every desperate little sound that the other boy makes in retaliation.
their lips move together so perfectly in tandem, knowing one another so well and being able to make the other feel good so naturally. george would say they learnt each other's bodies throughout their time together, but sapnap would easily argue that they've always innately known what the other likes.
sapnap breaks the kiss, ignoring the needy whine he gets from george, and moves down to kiss the other's jaw, following his jawline up before moving to the skin below his ear and then travelling back down the side of his neck.
george's fingers tangle in sapnap's hair as he sighs out contently at the sweet kisses being peppered over his hot skin, brushing his fingers through the locks to work out any knots.
sapnap makes a low noise when george's fingers get caught on a certain knot, pulling the hair on his scalp and sending an amazing pain through his body. in response, he sucks down on the spot at george's neck, knowing full well that it would be visible over any damn neckline that the brit owns.
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Fanfiction"𝖜𝖍𝖞? 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖉. 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊, 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖔𝖋 '𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊' 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 '𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘'?" "𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖓𝖆𝖕, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘." 𐐪𐑂 ♡ or, in which two boys move to england...