Do It For You ☹ SHAYLOR

TEN

I N C O N S I S T I E N T

Mornings always started the same didn't they? One of the boys would wake up another boy, seems typical. But this Wednesday, the morning started off rather differently.

"Mhm." Shawn moans and licks his lips at the sensation he's feeling when he wakes up. He tries to move but he feels a heavy weight on his body. He lifts the sheets and sees Taylor under it. Taylor sucks at his member, stroking his lower half and swiveling his tip.

Shawn frantically wakes up by the feeling of Taylor shaking him, which in his dream was the whole grinding feeling. "Shawn?" Taylor cups his cheeks. "You good?" Shawn flutters his eyes and looks around. "Uh, yeah? What did I do?" Of course he isn't going to mention his dirty dream.

Taylor laughs and sits up. "You were sorta um, humping me. But, oh. If you don't want me to get into detail, we don't have to talk about it." But truly, Taylor was ultimately turned on. He just didn't want to mention it to Shawn because after all, the kid is a shy virgin.

"I didn't do that. Oh no. I was probably having a nightmare tossing and turning." Shawn laughs it off. Taylor shrugs and gets up. "Well I'm off to use the outside restroom. Inside one just for your privacy to fix whatever you need to." Taylor winks. This is the second day in a row of seeing his boyfriends member, which he can't do anything about. But maybe, this is a sign. Maybe right now is just the perfect time to little by little reel in Shawn with small actions.

Before Taylor can get up, Shawn pulls his arm. "Wait." Shawn brings Taylor's body onto him. "Can you..." Shawn takes Taylor's face and places it near his neck. "Do, what you do. What lovers do." Shawn says but it's unconfident. Taylor thinks about it for a moment, what's he suppose to do? But soon realizes, Shawn wants to be smothered in kisses, those on his neck. Hickeys, too?

Taylor no longer hesitates or asks for consent with marking up Shawn's neck. Instead he does so. Taylor kisses around his boyfriend skin. Shawn raises his head higher so taylor can snuggle perfectly against Shawn's neck as he kisses it. His nose and chin rubbing against the warmth every now and then. He pays attention to the spots where Shawn would whimper or shiver. Those or the spots where he sucks a little longer. Those are the spots that Taylor nibbles on. Pressing his tongue over it. Using his breath to blow cool air over it. And there it is, a mark formed.

Shawn's hands ravel in Taylor's hair, in an attempt to pull him close. There's a certain spot that sparks Shawn's heart as he feels it in his veins. He grabs Taylor's hair roughly and pulls him back to that same spot, his left side, almost close to his Adam's apple. "Right there..." Shawn moans out with his eyes shut, lips parted, only pulling Taylor in between him closer. And he keeps at it, keeping these moans and whimpers, the sounds echoing.

Taylor begins to grind his body against Shawn's, the friction between them. Shawn surprisingly not stopping them. Typically, Shawn would, he's been but as of now, he only wants this. He wants to real these kisses and feel the way their two solid members press together so delicately, yet so rough.

"O-okay. That's good. Enough." Shawn pants out as he feels his lower stomach heap in whirls as his heart pounds. A close climax, he makes himself stop it. Forces himself to hold onto his orgasm rather than chasing it. But Taylor doesn't stop kissing, nor grinding. Shawn's about to release. "Tay, no more." Shawn sighs, letting go of Taylor's hair and instead, holding onto the pillow, trying so hard to keep his erection's climax to a minimum, better yet, stopping.

Taylor immediately understood Shawn's words and pulled apart. He smirks and walks away from the bed, grabbing a towel and heading out. He bumps with his mom whose about to head down the stairs. Her arms were crossed. "Morning mom. So, how long were you there?" He asks, curiously wondering if she heard Shawn. Because, this first impression of Shawn, Taylor thinks he's a cryer. He'll probably cry during sex. Those whimpers and over-exaggerated moans, which sound like cries. Maybe his mom heard them.