"Tell me, I'm calling you G-P-T
Answer me, G-P-T
Don't you wonder about me?
Is it enough for you as it is?
No, never be the same (Same)
And I want you to say (Say)
Stop pretending you have no idea"Warning: 18-21+ Read with caution (Aftercare)
"Hey Oli, come sit in my lap," Regie said, patting the cushion next to him invitingly on the couch. Oliver looked up from his video game and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, if you insist."
He set his controller down and made his way over, plopping heavily into Regie's lap. Regie's arms immediately wrapped around him, pulling him flush against his broad chest. Oliver could feel the warmth of Regie's skin even through his shirt.
Regie's fingertips danced along the nape of Oliver's neck, tilting his head to the side to expose more of that soft skin. Oliver shivered as Regie's lips ghosted over his pulse point, breath hot against him.
"Don't tease," Oliver huffed, trying to hide how much the attention affected him. Regie just chuckled lowly and continued to place open-mouthed kisses along Oliver's neck. The wet heat of Regie's mouth made Oliver's spine melt and his senses go fuzzy.
Without warning, Regie sucked hard on Oliver's neck, no doubt leaving a dark purple hickey. Oliver yelped at the sudden sting, hands scrabbling at Regie's thighs. But the pain quickly morphed into pleasure, making Oliver's head spin.
"That's it, let me mark up this pretty neck of yours," Regie purred, pressing more hickeys into Oliver's skin. Oliver arched into each one, his breathing growing ragged.
Regie's hands slid down Oliver's sides, skimming over his hips. One thick thigh nudged insistently between Oliver's legs, spreading them wider. Oliver bit back a moan as the new position put delicious pressure on his half-hard cock.
"You're so fucking hot like this, all open for me," Regie groaned, grinding Oliver down onto his thigh. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up Oliver's spine. He rolled his hips, seeking more of that delicious pressure.
Regie's fingers slipped under the hem of Oliver's shirt, stroking the sensitive skin of his lower back. Oliver shuddered and tilted his head back onto Regie's shoulder with a whimper. Regie took the opportunity to lave his tongue over a particularly dark hickey.
"You love this, don't you? Love being marked up like a bitch in heat," Regie growled, licking a stripe up Oliver's neck to his ear. Oliver's cheeks flushed hot and he squirmed on Regie's lap.
"Sh-shut up," Oliver panted, but he made no move to stop Regie's ministrations. Regie just laughed again and continued to lavish attention on his neck and collarbones.
Oliver's cock throbbed between his legs, fully hard now and leaking into his boxers. Regie must have felt it because he traced the shape of Oliver's erection with a knowing finger.
"Gonna make you cum just from this, aren't I?" Regie purred, delivering a particularly harsh suck to the junction of Oliver's neck and shoulder. Oliver keened and clenched around Regie's thigh, his hips moving on their own accord.
The steady grind of Regie's thigh against his cock had Oliver seeing stars, every nerve singing with sensation. Regie played him perfectly, knowing just where and how to touch.
"I'm...I'm gonna-" Oliver choked out, back bowing as his orgasm crashed through him. His cock jerked and spilled, soaking through his clothes and leaving him shaking.
"Fuck, yes. Cum for me, baby," Regie coaxed, working Oliver through the aftershocks with slow, firm strokes. Oliver whimpered brokenly, clinging to Regie's shirt.
After a few moments, Regie gentled his touches, petting Oliver through the floaty, post-orgasm haze. He kissed along Oliver's neck almost tenderly, mouth soft on screaming nerve endings.
"Good boy," Regie praised, stroking Oliver's hair. "My good boy. You did so well for me."
Oliver just nuzzled into Regie's chest, utterly wrecked and pliant. Regie held him close, strong arms a comforting band around his middle.
"Let's get you cleaned up and into bed," Regie said after a bit, carefully shifting Oliver into a standing position on wobbly legs. He steadied Oliver with a supportive hand under his elbow as he led him to the bathroom.
Regie promptly divested Oliver of his ruined clothes and started the shower. Oliver stood under the warm spray, head tipped back and eyes slipping shut. Regie joined him a moment later, big body crowding Oliver against the cool tiles.
"Arms up," Regie instructed, holding a washcloth. Oliver obeyed, letting Regie meticulously wash his skin, gently cleaning each hickey. Regie took his time, washing Oliver's face, his hair, between his legs. Attentive touches to every inch of him.
"Okay, all done," Regie said, turning off the water and wrapping Oliver in a fluffy towel. "Bed, now."
Still naked, Oliver followed Regie to the bedroom and crawled under the covers. The sheets were cool against his heated skin. Regie slid in behind him, large body molding to Oliver's back like two puzzle pieces.
Regie draped an arm over Oliver's waist, tucking Oliver's head under his chin. "Sleep, baby. I've got you," he murmured, voice a soothing rumble.
Oliver relaxed into the warmth of Regie's embrace, a dopey smile on his face. He'd never felt so safe, so cherished. Regie always took such good care of him after, never pushing him past his limits.
Oliver's eyes fluttered shut, Regie's heartbeat like a lullaby in his ear. He let the exhaustion pull him under, cocooned in Regie's arms and the euphoric float of aftercare.
I just realized that I'm not good at aftercare but lmk if you guys want more.
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NSB Oneshots Part 2
FanficI am back! I know it's been awhile. This is part 2 of NSB Oneshots. This will be based on North Star Boys or NSB. Some chapters will be 18+ but there will also be fluff. This will be based on the ships in my bio. If you guys want to make requests, j...