𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 (𝕂𝕒𝕞 𝕂𝕠𝕥𝕝𝕔)

«37» fuck me senseless

Some well deserved smut for all you smut loving people

Oh boy theres some shit in this one

Warning: idk why you need another hint but like SMUT FILLED

Smut chapter<3333

Keefe
Keefe smirked at Tam, ruffling a hand through his blonde hair. He hadn't realised how much he missed Tam's silver eyes gazing up at him until now. And, staring back into them, they were full with lust. "You feeling okay enough?"

Well, thats what Keefe asked Tam. But what that actually meant was, are *** ready *** me to **** you ********* so **** you **** be **** to **** in *** morning?

Not all words blanked are explicit, pls feel free to try and decode 😌

Tam's eyes lingered across Keefe's figure for a moment. Keefe's mind was roaring with anticipation, wanting, needing the go ahead he was patiently waiting for. The dark haired boy tilted his head slightly. "Mhm."

If it was possible for Keefe's grin to grow wider, it did. He climbed onto the healing centre bed positioning himself so that he was straddling Tam. Keefe didn't hesitate, instantly pulling his boyfriend in by his shirt to connect their lips.

The kiss was slow, and intimate. Keefe had ached for this kind of contact from Tam for days—not knowing if he would ever receive it again. And now he had. Tam was under him, and Keefe felt like he had to be soft; gentle. Like any harsh or rough movements would disturb Tam's delicate demeanour, like he would break. Keefe liked that, a lot.

His right hand still gripped a fist full of Tam's shirt, and he steadily pulled backwards so that his boyfriend wasn't leaning against the pillow anymore. Tam's hands moved up to grasp at the blonde boy's neck in order to keep their lips connected. Keefe let his left hand wander to the back of Tam's shirt, slipping his hand underneath and letting his fingers trail up along his spine.

Tam arched his back with the movements and drew his legs in slightly, moaning into the kiss. Keefe groaned a little as well and gripped his boyfriend's back, as Tam's legs had brushed against his sensitive crotch. They both pulled away from each other, gasping for air.

"Strip." Keefe muttered through gasps. It wasn't a question, it wasn't a suggestion—in the most gentle way possible, it was an order.

Keefe removed his own shirt as Tam did the same, discarding the fabric to the floor. Keefe let his eyes drift over Tam's gorgeous pale skin from underneath him, exposed for his pleasure. The idea slowly forming in the blonde boy's mind made him stop before drawing Tam in for a kiss again.

"What are you doing?" Tam asked him faintly, hands sliding around Keefe's bare waist.

Keefe bent down to pick up the shirt that he had previously cast onto the floor. He grabbed Tam's hands from around his waist and raised them so that they were directly above the dark haired boy's head. "I have an idea..."

Keefe guided Tam down so that he was laying completely down on the bed. He wrapped the length of the shirt around Tam's wrists before knotting the ends to the metal bed frame—effectively tying down his boyfriend's arms.
Tam blinked innocently at him; as if there were anything innocent about this situation at all.

Keefe's lips pressed against Tam's jawline, neck, collarbone and chest. He could hear Tam's breath hitch in response to the delicate kisses. The movements were steady and almost teasing; for fucks sake, they had two hours. If Keefe was going to take away Tam's ability to walk out of the hospital healing centre in the morning he was going to do it properly—and holy shit was Keefe going to have fun with it.

The issue was, Tam didn't like to be teased. Keefe knew that.

"Mmph~ stop. No teasing..." Tam told him, wrists straining against the tied shirt in an attempt to stop him. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his cheeks were flushed pink with bare pleasure. The sight and sound of his voice alone was nearly enough to drive Keefe over the edge.

Keefe's hand cupped Tam's cheek, moving his face so close to his boyfriend's that their noses were brushing together. Tam's eyes fluttered open, but just enough that they were merely slits of white and silver. Keefe ran his thumb over Tam's parted lips. "Use my name, sweetheart."

Tam let out a breath of air, his eyes flickering shut again. "No t-teasing, Keefe."

"Hmmm," Keefe smiled. He let his free hand trail leisurely down Tam's defined abdomen—and lower, grazing against the bulge in the dark haired boy's pants. Tam's back arched once more, and he trembled with a gasp. "Look me in the eyes, and use your manners. Beg me to stop teasing you. Come on, Tammy. I know you can do it."

Tam swallowed hard, and his eyes opened drearily. His hands were squeezed into fists. "Please, Keefe. Stop teasing me, and please~"

Keefe's hands grazed over his boyfriend's crotch playfully again, and Tam gripped his mouth shut to stifle the reaction. Keefe smirked. Never the less, Tam continued. "~Fuck. Please. Fuck me senseless. Please, Keefe."

"Good." Keefe sighed, planting a light kiss on Tam's lips before moving his hands to unbutton his pants. He slid them of, revealing even more of Tam's soft and flushed body. Keefe unzipped his own jeans, slipping them down and kicking them off in one swift movement.

Keefe fiddled slightly with the hem of Tam's boxers, but hesitated slightly after remembering the dark haired boy's words. He pulled the boxer's down completely, eyes lingering over. Gently, he held Tam's length in the fingers of one hand, his other hand massaging his boyfriend's inner thigh. He cocked his head smugly. "How about I fix this first? I would like to fix this first..."

Tam shivered, groaning. "J-just... please... fuck... don't stop..."

"Quiet now," Keefe shushed him, admiring the way his boyfriend was displayed before him. "I don't think you'll be able to talk much anyway."

Ps. The smut will continue over in the next chapter but its literally like 1am in Australia and Im really tired so I hope you enjoyed this chapter and GOODNIGHT