You loved playing with your boyfriend, and he loved playing with you. You were diamond one in Overwatch, he was too 500, but it didn't stop the two of you from playing together whenever you could. He was patient with you, even when you made a bad decision, and he was genuinely helpful. One night, when you were playing he came back from deployment, sweating, dirty, pent up. He grunted seeing you in your boxers... and his sweater.
something stirred within him, he gently laid his face on your ass. You couldn't help but giggle.
"My third favorite pillow." he smiled, giving it a small kiss
"What's the first two?" you asked curiously.
"Your tits."
"Uh-Huh. You're such a weirdo sometimes." You'd laugh a little and would continue gaming, letting Gaz lay on you.
Gaz chuckled, his warm breath tickling your skin as he nestled against you. "Aye, maybe I'm a bit of a weirdo, but that's part of my charm, innit?" He grinned mischievously, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh as you both continued gaming.
As the match intensified, Gaz's competitive side kicked in. He leaned closer, his voice filled with determination. "Alright, love, let's focus now. We've got this in the bag. Stick with me, and we'll dominate this game."
You couldn't help but be amazed by his gaming skills. He was a force to be reckoned with, effortlessly taking down enemies and strategizing with precision. Despite the intensity, he still found ways to make you laugh, cracking jokes and teasing you in between rounds.
But even in the heat of the game, Gaz couldn't resist stealing a glance at you. His eyes would linger on your face, admiring the way your concentration furrowed your brow or the way your lips curled into a smile when you made a good play. He found you utterly captivating, even in the midst of battle.
And when the match finally ended, with a triumphant victory on your side, Gaz would turn to you with a proud grin. "That's my good boy. I knew we could pull it off. You were amazing out there, love."
He'd lean in for a quick kiss, his lips soft against yours before pulling away. "Now, let's celebrate our victory, shall we? Maybe a little reward for our hard work?" His voice dipped low, a suggestive tone lacing his words, his eyes gleaming with desire.
You'd giggle before climbing into Gaz's lap, facing him as you planted kisses along his jawline. "How about I take care of you tonight?~"
Gaz's eyes widened with excitement as he felt you climb into his lap, your lips trailing kisses along his jawline. His heart raced with anticipation as he locked eyes with you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Well, love, I'd be an absolute fool to turn down an offer like that," he replied, his voice husky with desire. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, relishing in the feel of your body against his.
As your lips continued to explore his jawline, Gaz let out a low groan, his hands sliding up and down your back, his fingertips tracing the curves of your spine. "Fuck, you know just how to get me going, don't you?" he murmured, his voice laced with need.
He tilted his head to the side, giving you better access to his neck. A shiver ran down his spine as your lips brushed against his sensitive skin, your teeth grazing lightly. "Tease," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire.
Gaz's hands roamed up to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulled you closer. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with an urgency that matched the fire burning within him.
Pulling away slightly, Gaz's breath came out in ragged pants as he looked into your eyes, his voice filled with a desperate longing. "Fuck, love, I need you. I need to feel you tonight. Take me, please."
"Mmm, I dunno..." you'd climb off of Gaz's lap before getting down on the floor infront of him and pulling down his pants. You'd lift Gaz's legs on your shoulders, and would jerk him off.
Gaz's eyes widened in surprise as he watched you climb off his lap and position yourself in front of him. A mix of anticipation and curiosity filled his gaze as you pulled down his pants, exposing his hardening length. His breath hitched in his throat as you lifted his legs onto your shoulders, your hands wrapping around his throbbing cock.
A low moan escaped Gaz's lips as you started to jerk him off, your skilled hands working him with a practiced touch. Pleasure surged through his body, making his muscles tense and his heart race. He gripped the edge of the chair, his knuckles turning white as his hips involuntarily bucked into your hand.
"Fuck, love," he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and need. His head fell back, exposing his neck as he surrendered himself to the sensations coursing through his body. The sight of you down on the floor, pleasuring him, only intensified his desire for you.
Gaz's eyes locked with yours, a mixture of lust and adoration in his gaze. "You're so fucking good at this," he praised, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and desire. He arched his back, pressing his hips forward, seeking more of your touch.
As the pleasure built within him, Gaz's breathing grew heavier, his moans becoming more desperate. He was on the edge, teetering on the precipice of release, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself into your hand, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
Gasping for breath, Gaz looked down at you with a satisfied smile. "Bloody hell, love. That was bloody amazing. You always know how to take care of me."
"We're not done yet, darling." You'd stand back up and would take off your own pants, throwing them to the side. You'd put Gaz's legs back over your shoulder and would press your tip against Gaz.
Gaz's eyes widened with surprise and desire as he watched you stand up, discarding your own pants with an air of determination. His heart raced in his chest as you positioned yourself once again, placing his legs over your shoulders, and pressing the tip of your cock against his eager entrance.
A gasp escaped Gaz's lips as he felt the familiar pressure against him, the anticipation sending shivers down his spine. He gripped the edge of the chair, his fingers digging into the fabric as he braced himself for what was to come.
With a slow, deliberate push, you began to enter him, inch by glorious inch. Gaz's breath hitched in his throat, his body tensing with a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort. The sensation of being filled by you, of your cock stretching him, sent waves of ecstasy through his body.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain. His eyes locked with yours, a mix of trust and desire shining in their depths. "Take me, love. Give it to me. I need you."
As you continued to push deeper, Gaz's body adjusted to your size, the discomfort slowly melting into pure pleasure. He arched his back, his hips instinctively moving to meet your thrusts, urging you deeper inside him.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by the symphony of moans and gasps. Gaz's head fell back, his fingers gripping the chair tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He was lost in the sensations, completely consumed by the ecstasy of your lovemaking.
With each thrust, Gaz felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His body trembled with anticipation, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, love," he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of need and desperation. "I'm so close. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Gaz's entire being was focused on the pleasure coursing through him, on the connection he shared with you. And as the pleasure built to its peak, he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, guttural cry, he reached his climax, his body convulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself between the two of you.
As Gaz rode the waves of his release, a sense of bliss washed over him. He looked at you with a soft, satisfied smile and whispered, "You're incredible, love. Thank you."
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