Want You (BoyxBoy)

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*Mature

-Ry-

When he steps in, I let my eyes rake over him. Fuck. I'm going to have to give him some of my clothes because he looks too good to not wear them more often.

His eyes land on me before he drops them down as he shuts the door and makes his way over to me. Without saying anything, he climbs up on the bed beside me, taking me by surprise when he slides under the covers.

Once he's seated by me, he says, "Hey."

"Hey," I reply back, not knowing where this is going.

"I just want to kiss," he simply says.

"Okay."

He leans in faster than I expected and plants his lips to mine. Oh my god. He's initiating it again. Short pecks is all he does at first before he lets his lips cling to mine a bit longer with every kiss. As nice as this is, I can't forget about the hard on in my pants. And when his tongue touches my lips, my dick feels just as excited about this as I am. I can't help it when I push tongue against his, wanting to taste him. And when the taste of my toothpaste in his mouth hits my tastebuds, I almost moan. I love this. Him being here. Him in my clothes. Him using my things. God, I'm about to go insane.

I suddenly feel a soft brush of fingers against my shoulder before the touch vanishes, like he's unsure if he should or not. My desperation slips through, and I break away to say, "It's okay. Touch me."

I kiss him again, hoping that he will, and an elated buzz fills me when his hand lands on my shoulder before sliding to the back of my neck. His fingers are a little cold, but with how hot I feel right now, it doesn't really faze me. He leans even closer to me, flicking his tongue against mine. Dying to touch him more, I unfortunately pull away again to ask.

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Yeah," he says, sounding a little breathless.

"Good." I bring my hand up to hold his face before moving my other arm around his waist to pull him closer. Feeling him against me makes my dick stir some more, but I ignore it, bringing my lips back to his. He just wanted to kiss. That's all we're doing. But as we get deeper into it, the sitting position we're in starts to get uncomfortable. And if I am, I'm sure he is, too.

"Is it okay if we lay down? I'm sure you're not comfortable like this."

He nods, so I release my hold on him to lie down, getting more under the covers. He copies my actions, resting his head on one of my pillows. I roll on my side and prop myself on my elbow to look down at him. God, he looks so incredible right now. His lips seem poutier than usual, probably a little swollen from the kissing. I meet his eyes that are already on me, and if I'm not mistaking it, he looks a little impatient. Or like... he wants to do more than kissing. I go to ask, but the fear of this ending makes me push it back.

I bring my hand back to his face and press my lips back to his. I slip my tongue out, and he immediately opens his mouth to let me back in. So eager.

The longer we kiss, the more concerned I am about the well-being of my dick. It's been a really long time since I've only made out with someone. It's always ended up with more happening. Especially with this hot of kissing. It's even worse right now because I'm doing it with Wes. I want him so bad right now. I can literally feel the wet spot in my boxers from how much precome I'm leaking.

He suddenly breaks away and turns his head, sucking in a deep breath. Not getting enough of him, I move my lips to his exposed neck. Remembering the way he tasted the first time makes me lick a line up to his jaw. I press my lips back to his to suppress the moan I want to let out at how good he tastes. His lower lip slips past my lips, so I pull it between my teeth, softly biting down it. He still lets a small wince out, making me release it.