a/n: i thought i'd let you know i stress ate an entire bag of pretzels while writing this at four am
smut warning
Troye's pov
"I want you to fuck me... and something else." I whisper in Jacob's ear while taking the lift up to our room. It's awfully naughty, there being at least a dozen other people in here with us. It must drive him wild knowing others are around and don't have a clue as to what's going on.
"Language, Troye... But something else?" He asks in a hushed voice.
I stare out at the door in front of us, "I want you to tie me up."
Jacob's breathing hitches and his hand immediately goes to mine, squeezing the life out of it.
"Do you mean it? Don't play with me like that, Troye." He mumbles in my ear, staring down at me intently while I place a small smile on my lips.
I nod, "Please... and one more thing..."
I step behind him and trail my hand along his back. It's a subtle movement so thankfully no one noticed.
"Hmm?"
"Be rough," I murmur in his ear, scratching a nail along the small of his back. He shudders, rolling his neck and breathing out heavily.
Just in time, the doors slide open. Jacob grips back onto my hand and drags me out of the lift, not muttering a word as we make our way to our room and slam the door shut behind us. He flicks on a lamp and shoves me against the door, pinning my arms above my head. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I utter, leaning forward and grazing my lips against his. He pulls back and keeps his hands wrapped around my wrists, leading us to the bed. Jacob points to the bed while digging through one of our bags. He pulls out two long sleeved navy blue shirts.
I lay down on the bed with my back against the railed headboard. Jacob flashes his breathtakingly seductive eyes and crawls up to me on the bed. I kick back the silky satin blanket and spread my legs for him while he smirks and makes place right in between my legs, sitting up on his knees. I wiggle down onto my back and stare up at the boy.
He twists the fabric of one of the shirts and holds the other in his mouth, leaning forward and holding one of my wrists to the bars. He ties my wrist to the cold, metal bar, making it tight enough to make my belly swirl in desire and loose enough to tug away if necessary. "Tighter," I request, staring up at my wrist.
He complies, tying the shirt tighter around my wrist. Swiftly, he pulls the fabric out from between his teeth and ties my other wrist down. It was then that it dawned upon me how defenceless I am now. I love it. Jacob teases, running his fingers over the fabric of my trousers, right over my crotch. I quiver and throw my head back.
"Jacob..."
I gasp as he squeezes me through the fabric, trailing up my body and grinding against his hand. "Baby boy." He whispers in my ear and bites down on the side of my jaw.
My eyes impulsively scrunch shut and my hands tighten into little fists.
"J-Ja..."
Not even having enough sense in me to correlate a sentence, I whimper and buck my hips up into his hand. He chuckles and pulls back a tad, setting his hand on my cheek, making me peek my eyes open.
*beat drops along w all of the boys, gals, n nonbinary pals' undies*
And then we just connect, jumping into each other and swallowing each other one kiss at a time. It's hot and intense, how our lips smack against each other and fight for dominance. There really is no real fight for control, we just like to find something to battle over. Something to make the other give more of their all. We're gasping, sloppy messes as we roll our hips against each other and moan against each other's lips. Seeming to both have the same idea in our head, the both of us slack our jaws and slip our tongues past, quickly turning the kiss into an open-mouthed obscene one. With tongue flicks, locked eyes, and harsh kisses, Jacob gradually slides his hand more and more down my trousers until he's near my bum.
