Love (not)//Joshler

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Trigger warning- hand job shit part 2. Bless this picture

I close my eyes and whine quietly. Josh stops for a moment. "Y-You're fine with this right?" I bite my lip and nod slowly. "Y-Yes..." Josh starts kissing down my neck before my phone rings. "Fuck me..." I whisper. I pull it out and answer. 

"H-Hi mom..."

Josh laughs quietly but continues as my mom speaks. I groan quietly. "Y-Yeah I'm fine. Just a uh- cold"

She starts talking about how I moved out. Josh bites on the sweet spot of my neck. I moan.

"That cold must be really bad!" She laughs.

Josh's hands pace quickens and I arch my back against him. I let out a string of small, quiet moans.

"Try taking some cold medicine love... Anyways..." She continues on about how she misses me.

Josh ends up leaving small marks on my skin. I come into his hand with a moan. "I'll let you go sweety! Get better, your father loves you... Despite what he said to Josh." I look at Josh who takes his hand out of my pants and gets up to wash his hands. I felt heated. "Love you too mom. Tell dad I'm still gay and that can't change..."
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Josh laughs. "I swear, your mom actually fucking thought that you were sick?" He laughs harder. I elbow him. "Shut up!"

"You asked for it!"

I roll my eyes. "I bet if I was on my knees, and you were on the phone with your mother, then it'd be the same story."

Josh smirks. "Would you like to test that theory?"

"Lol, nah."