Days In (Parrish&Darius #2)

Day 15.5

Parrish's shirt was the first piece of clothing to hit the floor, then his jeans and I took the opportunity to lick over his clothed dick when I was down. There was a pause when I got my shirt off because Parrish pulled on my jeans and just stared at me.

"Gods, when did you get so ripped?" He said, undoing my belt with masterful skills.

"I know that I am not ripped so, what the hell are you on about?" I laughed, running my hands up his chest to brush his nipples with my thumbs.

"This," he said, doing a similar motion to the one I just did, then he moved down to my stomach, "and this is different than before, more... muscled."

"Yeah, but I'm not ripped. I've been working out a little."

"Define a little." He traced my stomach with his fingertips.

'A little' was me drowning in sorrow after he left and Hilal taking pity on me, asking me to practice boxing with him to get me out of the house. I didn't want to talk about that.

"Should I stop and give you my workout plan?"

He shook his head and I sat up to slide my pants off. Parrish continued on admiring the abs he had just discovered while I looked for the small bottle of lube I hid on the cabinets. It had been sitting there for months, I checked for an expiration date just to make sure it was good to use.

Does this shit even expire?

It does expire but this one was good to use.

When I turned to Parrish he was laying down on the couch facing my way. "Paint me like one of your wild animals." His face was resting seductively on his hand, in a way that would've made me choke a few years ago.

Jokes on him, I ain't no child no more.

"I haven't drawn shit in years, take off your boxers." I knocked his hand off, flushing his confidence down the toilet.

He was taken aback by that, I was sure because it showed on his face. I wouldn't have reacted like that before.

"Oh, I was- okay, my boxers?" Suddenly he looked unsure of what to do. A confused Parrish during sex was a rare sight to see.

A hot sight to see.

"Yes, your boxers." I stood by the couch staring down at him. I was starting to understand why he liked bullying me so much. It was fun.

Parrish's shaky hands moved to his boxers but they stopped on the hems when he saw the wet patch where his pre-cum was leaking. He bit his lip and shoved the boxers off with one swift motion. Embarrassed Parrish making the top five on my list of favorite Parrishs. I smiled, making my way down to push his legs open. I rubbed his inner thighs softly, looking into his eyes for any real discomfort.

"Good?" I asked and he nodded. It was starting to feel like we switched bodies. I opened the bottle of lube, pouring some directly into his dick knowing very well that it was cold and was going to make him shudder.

"Darius!" He whined, hitting my arm. I managed to hold back a laugh and mumble an apology that he did not believe.

Parrish might've not believed the apology that came out of my mouth, but he liked the movements from my hands when I stroked his dick. He sighed, looking at me with half lidded eyes and placing a hand on my arm. I hadn't realized how cute the noises he made were. Little whimpers here and there, a couple of low moans and growls.

"Turn around." Since he was in such a submissive mood I took the opportunity to do things my way.

Parrish turned without so much as a noise of protest. The couch didn't provide much space for the activity we were doing, but he made do with what he had and used the armrest of the couch to lean on. I poured more lube in my hands, coating my fingers with it before slowly pushing one inside of him. Parrish's tail shook violently at the motion.