Random youtuber ships (BBS, Goons, frog house)

Hand necklaces (Smii7y x Kryoz smut)

(Ngl I forgot if smii7y's name was Jaren or Jared half way through so, I'm sorry if I got it wrong)

Jaren was a peculiar fellow, known for his keen attention to details and his fixation on small gestures. He had been in a loving relationship with his boyfriend, John, for quite some time.

John, being an observant and caring partner, had noticed Jaren's fixation on his hands early in their relationship. He found it endearing and intriguing, but he never pointed it out, allowing Jaren to express himself in his own unique way.

One day, as the sun began to set and the golden hues painted the sky, Jaren and John found themselves sitting side by side at John's desk. Jaren couldn't help but feel the urge to bring their connection to a new level, to intertwine their worlds in a more intimate way.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Jaren gently took hold of John's hand and placed it around his own neck, feeling the warmth of John's touch against his skin. John, sensing Jaren's desire, tightened his grip, and a playful smirk appeared on his lips. In that moment, the air became charged with anticipation.

As Jaren's heart raced, he leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a passionate, rough kiss. It was a collision of desire and affection, John tightened his hand on Jarens neck causing him to let out a small whine.

John then moved his free hand to Jarens chest and slithered it down his body, hooking his fingers into his pants. Jaren moved his hands up from being gently clasped in his lap to gently squeezing John's shoulders in anticipation.

John tilted his head to deepen their kiss while also slipping his hand into Jarens pants till he grazed his dick with his fingers. Jaren pulled away from the kiss with a whimper as John loosely wrapped his hand around his dick, just barely pumping it till he got to the tip, instantly feeling pre-come.

"Wh-what?" Jaren whispered when he heard John chuckle.

"Nothing." John hummed, collecting the pre- to use as lube before slowly pumping Jaren. Listening to his gasps of pleasure as his grip tightened on John's shirt, he began gently rocking his hips into John's hand, looking for any friction.

John again quietly giggled to himself before speeding up his movement, gently squeezing every time he got to the tip.

"Fuck, John, please." Jaren pleaded, he was so close but not nearly close enough. John leaned it to kiss him as he once again sped up. Jaren continued you gently rock his hips into John's hand? humming against his lips as he edged closer and closer to release. "I-I'm gonna come," Jaren whined.

"C'mon baby, make a mess right in my hand," John whispered in his ear, and with that Jaren arched his back, threw his head against the chair, squeezing and eyes shut.

John pulled his hand out of Jarens pants, bringing it up to his mouth, watching as Jaren took each finger into his mouth, cleaning them without even being told. "Good boy" John hummed, removing his hand from Jarens neck to caress his cheek.