stories

Covetous

covetous
ˈkʌvɪtəs/
adjective
adjective: covetous
having or showing a great desire to possess something belonging to someone else.
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It was a normal day. It was sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Jensen suggested that they should go for a walk along the beach. Misha, of course, said yes.

There were quite a lot of people out. Misha looked towards his lovers direction. Jensen didn't notice Misha staring. Misha loved the way Jensen was fascinated about every little thing. The way he smiled when he saw families walking together, smiling, laughing. The way he would turn his head to look back at Misha.

But what he didn't like was the fact that every man that was walking down that slab of concrete looked at his boyfriend. Jensen didn't notice, but every man would turn their head. And when Jensen did notice, he would just think it was someone being polite and smiled back.

They stopped in front of a small cafe selling ice cream.

"Lets get some ice cream Mish!"

"Alright, get me one as well please. One scope though" Jensen took the money out of his hand and wondered in, leaving Misha outside. Misha didn't notice at first as he was facing the ocean but, once he turned his head back to his boyfriend, wondering why he was taking so long, he finally realise why.

A man, taller than Jensen, stood there. In the way of his view of his boyfriend. One hand on the counter, one hand on his boyfriends arm. Jensen, of course, was oblivious to the fact that this man was clearly flirting. Jensen, of course, just thought he was being polite, starting a conversation while in a cafe line. He had both his and Misha's ice creams, so why didn't he move?

"Jen!" Misha called out, finally getting the attention of his boyfriend. Jensen said his goodbyes to the taller man not realising that the hand that was on his arm moved up to his shoulder, rubbing up and down in a comforting way.

Once Jensen made his way over, Misha was fuming.

"Here's your ice cream Mish! I got you cookie dough flavour to spice it up a bit" He handed Misha the ice cream cone, licking off the spots that melted onto his hand.

"Thank you, lets leave now" Misha started to make his way back to where they had parked the car.

Jensen started to jog over to his boyfriend "Mish? Misha! wait up! whats wrong?"

"Nothing, keep up and lets go"
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Once home, Misha still doesn't speak a word to Jensen. He walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Jensen following, confused as to why Misha was acting the way he was.

"Misha? Misha?! Mish? answer me you son of a bitch!"

Misha turned straight on his heel. Staring straight back at Jensen.

"What"

"Why are you acting so cold? Why are you ignoring me? Why are you acting like a fucking bitch"

"Me? acting like a bitch? says the one who lets every other man that is not me touch him, you fucking slut"

"Don't you fucking dare call me a slut, who do you think you are? huh?" Jensen's hands clenched at his waist. "Go on Misha, tell me, why im a 'fucking slut'"

Without a response, Jensen stormed off into the bedroom.

"Don't you dare walk away from me! Get back here!" Misha's voice echoed throughout the hallway, following his boyfriend.

"Don't tell me what to fucking do!" Jensen shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I said get back here!" Misha yelled back in response, still coming after Jensen.

"Fucking make me"

"Then I fucking will" Misha grabbed hold of Jensens arm, pulling him so he was all up in his personal space, both of them heaving angrily at each other, Misha shoving Jensen into their bedroom. At that moment, something clicked. Misha pushed Jensen up against the wall behind them, his mouth crashed on Jensen's, roughly in a bruising, sucking kiss, while he ripped at the shirt he had on, causing the fabric to tear.

Jensen wasn't any better, he clawed at the button down Misha was wearing, tearing it apart and popping off the buttons. They both reached down to each others belts, shredding them off alongside both of their trousers.

In the midst of all the forgotten clothes and heaving bodies and limbs, Jensen tripped causing them both to fall and land on the hardwood floor. No one said a word. All that could be heard was grunts and groans and moans, until the echo of lube being squirted onto Mishas fingers was heard.

"Fucking shit" Jensen groaned out as Misha shoved a finger into him. Misha bit into Jensen's shoulder, sticking fingers down the mans mouth over and over to carry even more wetness down to his hole to fuck it into him with his fingers.

In what felt like a minute, Jensen was already taking 3 of Misha's fingers and, without any warning besides another bite to the shoulder, Jensen felt the head of Misha's cock at his entrance.

"Fuck yes" Jensen panted, hooking his leg over Misha's waist as he fucked him hard, rough and fast. "Harder" he cried.

"Fuck" Misha groaned, pulling out and flipping Jensen over so he was now laying stomach flat on the floor until, Misha grabbed his waist and yanked him up so his ass was now in the air, slamming straight back into Jensens hole.

"Hard enough for you, slut" Misha panted heavily, pulling Jensen up by his throat.

"Fuck yeah" Jensen moaned out, fucking himself back onto his boyfriends dick. As faint as Misha could be, he growled out in a low voice, "mine, mine, mine" Slamming back into Jensens hole with each word.

Sucking in a sharp breath as Misha wrapped his hand around Jensen cock, pumping him hard and fast. "Im gonna cum", he wailed out.

Soon enough, Jensen felt the coolness of Misha's load trailing down his thighs as his own load coloured the cherry wood floor with white specks.

They both fell to the ground with a thud. Panting heavily, trying to catch their breath.

"Jen, I- I'm so sorry I was so rude before, I just get, jealous when I see other men checking out my boy or touching you because you're mine and I'm yours" Misha breathed out, turning to look over to his sweaty but still, absolutely beautiful boyfriend.

"Its ok Mish, its ok, I love you to..."

"the moon and back"

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