"Oh," Troye gasps into Tyler's mouth, "Tyler."
"Mmm," Tyler sighs as he twists his fingers. Troye yelps and moans, rolling his head back into the soft fluffy pillow beneath his head, completely immersed in every second he felt Tyler's warm breath on his sweaty, electrified skin.
Tyler swallows his groan, pressing his perfect soft salmon pink lips to Troye's. Troye whimpers again, bucking his hips up oh so slightly.
"Tylah," he gasps, his breath hitching. The way Troye said Tyler's name made him melt; The way he wouldn't pronounce the 'r' at the end all the way.
"Troye," Tyler says, warm and low in his throat. It was like the sensation of swallowing steaming hot tea when you were sick, or sucking on the thick sweet taste of honey.
Troye is a mess of gasps and moans as Tyler gently moves his fingers inside him. He can taste something, intensifyingly pungent like velvet but not quite, and he's so so desperate for something, but he doesn't know what.
"Please," Troye whispers, not even sure of what he's pleading for. Tyler's fingers press up, and the velvet taste in Troye's mouth becomes so overwhelming that a sob is startled out of him. He can feel something inside of him scratching to the surface, it's in his throat and his chest, knocking inside, spreading to every inch of his body, tense and wet.
Tyler pauses, cupping Troye's cheek with soft, warm hands. "You okay?" He asks softly.
"Yeah," Troye says, his voice shaking. "Yeah, I'm okay." He closes his eyes nodding, just needing more.
Tyler presses a gentle kiss to Troye's thick full and soft magenta lips. "Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?" He whispers.
"Okay," Troye murmurs, a warm blush creeping behind his ears and up his cheeks. He presses himself against Tyler's fingers, and Tyler smiles, sucking his bottom salmon pink lip in. "Come on," Troye says, "you can keep going.."
Tyler goes back to slowly moving his fingers. Troye can feel something flowing through his veins, hot and desperate, like warm chocolate syrup. Everything is so warm, Tyler's skin against his, their breaths, the sticky sheets grabbing onto the sweat that's caking on both of their bodys. He groans, squeezing on Tyler's fingers.
"It's so good," Troye moans, feeling the scratch press against his throat and chest more intensely. "So, ugh so.." he squeezes his eyes, breathing hard.
"Shh," Tyler says softly. "I know."
He slowly pulls his fingers out, making Troye frown at the loss.
"What?" he starts to ask, but Tyler is suddenly shifting Troye's hips and pressing something warm and hard against him. "Oh."
"Okay?" Tyler murmurs, looking down at him with wide, light earthy eyes.
"Yes," Troye breathes, absolutely certain. "Yes." He nods.
Tyler gently pushes in, sucking his bottom lip in, moaning.
Troye's eyes roll back as he's slowly filled up. It burns so much, but it's like honey melting in warm tea, or creamer for coffee, the taste of aromatic ginger and it's so good.
"Good?" Tyler whispers.
"Mmm, mm-hm" Troye trembles, his eyes shut. The velvet in his mouth is building up again, and he gasps as Tyler shifts his hips oh-so slightly. "Ugh! Uh huh.." Troye breathes out. The scratch in his throat and chest is knocking harder than ever, and he is throbbing every where. His heart beat has never been faster, and his brain is so cloudy, almost as if he was doped up.
Tyler gives Troye a minute to get used to the feeling. He feels how tense Troye is and tells him to relax.
Tyler kisses him again, and Troye kisses back as hard as he can, biting Tyler's lip, sending a stinging sensation to Tyler's mouth, and he can taste blood.
