Quandary ~Johnnyboy, Stevepop, Dal-Bit

one day we could make one...

June 8th, Saturday- Johnny's POV:
It was twelve in the morning, but we're awake lying in his bed.

"Dude, that video was actually the worst thing we've ever made, ever." He nods.

"Don't remind me." I pull him into my chest for a cuddle.

His arms go around my waist and he brings himself even closer.

We lay in comfortable silence.
I yawn.
And I feel fingers in my mouth.

I close my mouth and he slowly slides them out.

"You're disgusting." It was his middle and his ring finger.

"Sorry, intrusive thoughts." He blushes.

"Wait, can I try?" I smile.

"Sure."

I put my fingers in his mouth and thrust them in and out, steadily.

I take them out and he's breath has quickened.

He cuddles back into me.

"I'm so wet." He sighs contently.

"Me too, bae." I tell him.

Darry's POV:
I've been trying to sleep for an hour now, but I'm horny and I can't touch myself with Tommy in my arms.

I feel like my thoughts have awoken him.

He turns around, "Are you antsy?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"Me too, I've been needing to touch myself all day." He looks frustrated.

"Can... we?" I feel stupid asking that. That's so weird, what the hell?

"Like touch myself in front of you and you do too?" He laughs a little.

"Never mind, that sounds weird." I'm so embarrassed.

"No, it's not. I want to, do you have any condoms? I don't want to make mess in your bed." He holds my hand.

I get two of them, one for each of us.

We both strip out of the bottom-half of our clothes.
I slide his on him and he puts mine on me.

I pull him in and kiss him, stroking myself with my other hand.

We kiss and kiss until his moans and pulls away.

He blinks slowly, "mhm~ I feel so good~"

I take the hand that's between his legs and suck the liquids off his fingers.

"You taste good." I tell him.

He blushes and looks straight into my eyes,
"thank you."

That turns me on so much. It's not even funny.

I feel wetness spill out of my cock.

"What do you taste like?" His eyes go down on me. And his fingers come between my legs.

"Goodness, you're wet." He slips his fingers into his mouth.
"You're sweet." He smiles.

"What could turn you on as much as you have me?" I'm being completely serious. I need to know.
(You're exciting boy come find me...)

"What turns me on?"

"What turns you on?"

"Um... I enjoy being spanked, punished and bossed around. I love being marked and scratched. I like being gentle with others and letting them destroy me." He shrugs, "what turns you on?"