POV of Trevor
Length: 1k
Warnings: If you're homophobic, or don't like gay smut I suggest you leave.
- Light BDSM
-Fluffy at first, but don't worry there is some BDSM.
- Some angst?
Summary:
Trevor has a best friend named River, who has also made agreements with Trevor that whenever they are lonely they can do as they please with each other.
It's like we were soulmates. I had never felt my hand fit into someomes so perfectly as it did with him.
I kept repeating his name over and over in my head until I was left with nothing but my jumbled thoughts and achy mind.
A sudden humming sound cut my train of thought. Or, my lack of one. Again, as if on a broken record his name echoed in my mind. River.
I think he could sense the feeling of uneasiness that was settling in my stomach. After all, no one had ever known me so well. I felt his calm warm hand rest of my knee, and for a brief second I felt comfort.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do Trevor. " He smiled a warm, kind smile that made a warm feeling pool in the pit of my stomach.
"Why are you so nice to me? I'm practically just your sex slave."
It was true. Not entirely, though. We were best friends and we had been for years and years, but River was lonely and needed something else than his hand sometimes.
"Trevor what the fuck?"
The words rang in my ears and struck my heart like darts flying into a dartboard.
"Trevor, I thought we agreed on this. You aren't my sex slave. You're the best friend in the entire world and we decided we weren't going to let this get awkward with us. Remember the passion you had for me the first night? Don't act like you don't want this to." He jokingly poked me in the stomach and I giggled. Suddenly, I felt a little more confident.
A sudden dominance surged over me and I pushed him over so I was on top, his dark fringe caught in his eyes. Unfortunately, this didn't last for long as he shoved me over so he was on top of me and had full access to my all-to-sensitive neck.
He looked at me, his normally milky blue eyes filled with lust, and something more. Hunger.
He returned his glance back to my neck and began placing soft gentle kisses on all of my sweet spots, making me bite my lip so I wouldn't make a sound.
That's when he found it.
The spot right between my left collarbone and the middle of my neck that we set a rule about. Rule #29: Do not touch above Trevor's left collarbone.
A wave of tickling pleasure surged through my body and I just lost it. He kept sucking on it making me mumble incoherent sentences between drawn out breathy moans.
I couldn't exactly tell what he was doing, as my eyes were too tired and my mind was too filled with lust to even comprehend what was happening. He must have grabbed handcuffs from his drawer because next thing I knew, my hands were unable to move and my throbbing member felt restrained as it pressed against my stomach.
I heard the familiar sound of the opening of a lube bottle, and then I could see River as he tried to warm it between his fingers.
"Spread your legs, slut."
His sudden dominance excited me. How could River go from super cuddly, to fucking my ass with asserted dominance in two seconds?
I stifled a huff of laughter, because of how asserting he was trying to make his face seem.
I did as I was told, and he slowly circled my hole before prodding his first finger deep inside of me. He quickly added two others, as I didn't need much stretching. I was used to this.
That's when he curled his finger.
My back arched, and instead of letting out a breathy moan like I had been doing... No. I whimpered and practically squealed from the sudden bright white light of pleasure that had flashed behind my eyes.
He uncuffed me, and flipped my over so my ass was in the air and my chest lay upon the bed, heaving.
"Arch your back." He leaned over and nibbled on the shell of my ear as he pushed in. The combination of his hot breath and teeth over my ear, and him hitting my walls deep inside of me almost pushed me over the edge right then.
I whimpered at the loss when he pulled all the way out, but then screamed at the sudden thrust in as I was not expecting it.
River angled himself in a way that just made me unravel. I all but screamed, as I hungrily pushed back and rolled my hips for more friction.
I reached for my aching cock that was now drooling precum, but River slapped my wrist and proceeded to slap my ass to make sure I got the message.
He angled himself like that continuously and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Sweat dripped from my forehead and I was groaning like crazy.
"I-I'm going to cum - ah fuck!" I moaned louder than I had the whole entire time, and now I was sure that the whole entire apartment complex could hear me now but that only made my orgasm so much stronger. I liked the idea of being caught, and I liked it even more if it was with River.
I hated to admit it, but I liked River more than he thinks. Not just a casual sex partner/full time best friend. I still really do believe we are soulmates.
He fell beside me and whispered a 'That was great' type of thing and grabbed my hand.
There it was.
The way our fingers locked together, I knew we were perfect... But did he like me more than just a sex slave?
Part 2 possibly? Let me know your ideas because I honestly have no fucking clue anymore.
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