𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 (𝕂𝕒𝕞 𝕂𝕠𝕥𝕝𝕔)

«47» make plenty of noise for me

Happy late pride month to all you theys gays slays and aces

Im sure there is plenty of you here

⚠️ Slight smut warning for the aces⚠️

Keefe
The blonde boy sprung up from his place on the sleeping bag as soon as he heard the soft click of the door closing, signifying Fitz and Dex's leave. Keefe was already halfway across the room and beside his boyfriend by the time Tam had actually turned around to regard Keefe.

"Hey—what the... fuck...?" Tam jolted back as he noticed Keefe next to him. Keefe's already prominent smirk widened as a result of the startled reaction, and he watched as Tam examined him for a moment. "What are you planning?"

"You're still nervous..." Keefe observed, reaching out to graze his fingers along the skin of Tam's wrist. Keefe blinked at Tam for a few moments, seeing if he would display any other facial expression other than the suspicious one he displayed in current. "Im not planning anything... anything we haven't done before."

Tam stepped away from his boyfriend hesitantly, and Keefe watched him scowl at himself as his face was flushing and heating up already. Tam rubbed his eyes, tiredly. "Keefe... no. Not... not now..."

"Don't worry, Tammy..." Keefe huffed a breath, making a dismissive hand gesture before wrapping an arm around Tam's waist and beginning to guide him to the bathroom. "You've been so worried, lately... relax. No one is going to hear us if you just learn to be quiet..."

Tam swallowed hard, skin heating again as he reluctantly let Keefe guide him over to the bathroom. He could feel the pulse of his own heartbeat, feeling very aware of Keefe's tight grip on his waist. Tam looked back at his bedroom as they entered the bathroom, pursing his lips. "Clothes... in case they come in early..."

"Mmm... fine then..." Keefe hummed slyly, his hand lingering along Tam's waist for a little longer before he left the bathroom again. Tam watched him, leaning against the door frame as Keefe sauntered over and grabbed his own clothes before navigating to Tam's wardrobe. The blonde boy threw the doors open carelessly, retrieving a few clothing items for his boyfriend.

Keefe shot Tam a snicker as he began to walk back to the bathroom, halting suddenly as he hesitated. Tam raised his eyebrows in minor reaction, Keefe stepping back and heading towards the door. Keefe reached out, twisting the golden lock with a click that rang out through the tension of the room.

Tam's heart squeezed in his ribcage and he turned his gaze away, wondering into the bathroom fully. He leaned forward against the glossy sink basin and countertop, looking at himself in the mirror. Tam's hair was somewhat scruffy after the school day, and he could see the scarlet hue adorning his skin.

In the reflection of the mirror, Tam observed Keefe entering the room, the blonde boy briefly glancing at him. He set their clothes on the bench. A hymn of cascading water filled the silence as Keefe turned the shower on, adjusting the temperature to whatever was his liking.

Tam couldn't help but stare, mouth slightly agape as Keefe reached down, pulling the hem of his uniform shirt over his head. The blonde boy's toned torso stretched as he removed the clothing, and Tam cursed at himself for staring.

Once he had shamefully looked away—avoiding eye contact with his boyfriend altogether—he heard Keefe's snarky chuckle. Tam rolled his eyes dismissively, reaching down to grasp the hem of his own shirt.

"No," Keefe muttered, stepping over behind Tam and batting his hand away. Keefe rested his head from behind onto Tam's shoulder. "I'll do that."

Tam shuddered as Keefe's hands slipped up and under his shirt, pulling the fabric upwards so slow to the point where it was teasing. Tam muffled a hum as Keefe's fingertips grazed along the surface of his skin and chest. The blonde boy discarded the shirt to the floor, meeting Tam's eyes in the reflection of the mirror. The bare skin of Tam's back was now pressing against Keefe's chest.

"Look at you..." Keefe mumbled into Tam's skin, kissing his collarbone tenderly and breathing out, deeply. Tam pursed his lips shut, eyes fixated on Keefe's movements in the mirror. "I feel like I could break you if I'm not gentle..."

Keefe's hands traced down across Tam's lower abdomen, sliding under the hem of his pants and pulling them down gently. Tam's hands tightened hold on the sink basin and countertop before him in anticipation.

Tam squeezed his eyes shut, flushing from the embarrassment of having to watch Keefe do all of this to him in the reflection. He could feel Keefe's cold, slender hands glide under his boxers, and Tam shuddered again, gasping slightly with the sensation. He pursed his lips together once more as he felt Keefe tug his boxers off completely.

One of Keefe's arms wrapped around Tam's stomach from behind, pressing the dark haired boy's back further into his boyfriend's stomach. Keefe's free hand slid up Tam's chest again, stopping at his neck; where Keefe pressed another soft kiss to his skin. "Open your eyes."

Tam's body was pulsing with anticipation, these gentle movements only granting him the bare minimum of what he was wanting now. He pried his eyes open, breathing shallow, gazing shyly at their reflections in the slightly steamy surface.

"You don't have to do anything," Keefe whispered, trailing more kisses up Tam's neck. Tam let his head lull back slightly, granting his boyfriend more access to the skin there. Keefe smirked. "Just be good. Make plenty of noise for me, and keep watching..."

Tam swallowed, his breath hitching slightly as he listened to Keefe's words. He watched as the blonde boy's hand on his neck trailed down his skin once more, slowing to graze over Tam's hardened nipples.

"Hmm... you can do that, right...?" Keefe muttered. Tam could feel his boyfriend's warm breath on his neck, and gaze looking for his response in the reflection. When Tam nodded in a dazed manner, and Keefe continued. "Good... let's see then..."