𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮

the movie

forgive me for this part, but i must give the people what they yearn for.

as i get get to the top step i look around for theo's room. i open a door at the very end of the hallway, and go step inside to see a room covered in music posters, and a bed thats unmade. as i step inside i see a fake bb belt on the floor. yep. this is definitely theo's room. i look around in his dresser drawers for a minute before finding a drawer full of pants. i dig through them, making sure to not unfold any of them, and eventually find a pair of pj shorts. these are definitely women's shorts. super short, flannel red print, and sparkly draw strings. i step outside his room and yell down into the living room, "theo! can i wear the red flannel shorts, they look like they're women's shorts?", i say holding them up inspecting them. "yeah sure, i think they're jamie's....or maybe they were sara's....or maybe kelsey's.", he yells back to me. damn okay theo i see you. i go back into his room and strip the sweatpants off of me. when i put on the shorts i realize whoever they belong to must either be a bit bigger than me, or they must really like baggy clothes. i have to tie the drawstring tight to keep them from falling down. i consider taking off boris sweater, but i figure it would be too bold to come downstairs in short shorts and a sports bra. i walk out of theo's room and make my way downstairs. i feel boris's eyes on me the whole time im walking down. i get to the living room and sit down on the couch, positioning myself in the same way i was sitting before i got up. i pull the blanket back over boris and i, and almost immediately his hand attaches back to my thigh likes its a magnet. i decide to not give him a reaction...for now. he tightens his grip around my thigh as he begins drawing small circles on it again with his thumb. he continues doing this for about 15 minutes. as i watch the movie im beginning to get utterly freaked out by it. one particular scene makes me jump into boris's arms like a child. i switch positions and crawl over him, propping my back up on the couches arm rest. i'm basically on top of him, im squeezed in between him and the arm rest, my ass half on his lap and half sinking in the sliver of space i've scooted my way into. as soon as i get settled, his hand returns to my thigh once again, rubbing it slowly up and down. "is ok?", he whispers in my ear, sending shivering down my spine. i nod, not taking my eyes off the screen. "use your words. i making you nervous hm?", he whispers cockily in my ear. EXCUSE ME? i swear this man has me wrapped around his lengthy ass fingers. alright you fucker, my turn. i smile and lick my bottom slightly as i turn my head to meet his gaze. "oh no, your not making me nervous. i'm just wondering if my thigh is the only thing you can trace circles on.", i whisper innocently before turning my head right back around to watch the movie. i see his jaw slightly drop from the corner of my eye. he must have not expected my words, cause he's silent for the next thirty seconds. however, the silence doesn't last long, he brings his lips back to my ear, "trust me lalka, if i wasnt a gentleman, and potter wasnt here, i'd show you everything these fingers do.", he tells me, i can practically hear the smirk i'm sure is planted on his face. funny how his english is almost perfect when he's talking like this to me. "i'm sure you would. all talk, hm? maybe you should drop the gentlemen morale for a little while.", i whisper in a voice that's so low while my head is pointed to the tv i'm not even sure he can hear me. "i'll have you whining my fucking name, i can promise you that.", he says as he grips my thigh especially tight. OH? he definitely sees the expression on my face because i hear him let out a small chuckle. time to play a little game i like to call: how much self control does boris have. i reach under the blanket and grab his hand, slowly moving it up my inner thighs. right when his fingers are about to hit the spot i've been trailing them towards he moves his hand from my grip and trails back down my inner thigh, lightly pinching my skin as he does so. he lets out a low throaty chuckle and makes a "tsk" noise as he takes his free hand and turns my face towards his. his eye brows are furrowed and a smirk is on his face. alright. i'll try harder. i lean my head forward as if im going in for a kiss, then pass by his lips moving my head to his ear. "please bor?", i say in a whiny voice. he grabs my face immediately and turns my head to get access to my ear. "impatient are we? whiny girls don't get what they want. good girls who do what they're told do. are you going to be a whiny girl, or a good girl?", he says moving his hand up my thigh all the way under to my shirt to my left boob. "a good girl.", i say softly. i almost let a whimper escape my lips when i feel his cold hand palming my breast, but cover it up with a fake small cough so that theo doesn't hear. yes yes, i know theo knows about boris and i, but still im not tryna make him uncomfortable. "im sorry, i couldn't hear you.", boris says still beside my ear. i can feel his breath on my neck. this is absolutely positively making me feral. i repeat myself, only loud enough for boris to hear, "a good girl.". "that's better", he says before placing a small kiss on my neck and letting go of my face. ok so i lost that game. boris not only has self control, but he has apparently read the manual on exactly what to say to get me horny as fuck. also it's tweaking me out how good his English is when he's talking "dirty" to me. it's like a whole new boris has just emerged...and im heavily fuckin with it. his hand continues to rest under my shirt as we watch the movie silently. i know he's having fun with this because every 10 minutes he brushes his fingers lightly across my nipples, and lets out a low chuckle as he sees my breath hitch. i'm gonna try something, bare with me. i lean forward a bit, moving my back from the are rest, and i pretend to be stretching forward. i bend far enough to touch my ankles and as i begin to sit back up, i let my hand lightly brush against his dick. i knew it. mans is rock fuckin hard. just as boris looks like he's going to say something, theo turns to us. "i'm gonna make popcorn, you two want any?", he asks getting up. boris quickly removes his hand from under my shirt as he and i simultaneously shake our heads no. i look back at the screen and see that the movie is over. as theo walks over to the kitchen, boris stands up, "i come back, don't worry.", he says moving a strand of hair out of my face. he smirks at me, then turns around to walk down a hallway on the left of the couch. that was certainly interesting. my face feels hot, and the rest of my body feels cold from boris's absence. i take my phone off of the side table and check the time, 6:49 pm. as i begin to turn my phone over, it buzzes.