(SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST)
We just need a night like this ;
Aka the one where they do the dirty, Tyler's a bomb ass artist and his dad is being an asshole and kind of goes to jail
🌼 for smut warning
🍂 for abuse/violence/blood
There's also kindof mentions of blood? Idk I don't want to take any chances if that's an actual phobia
This is like a 6000+ word vomit I'm soRrY
(Athlete!Josh and Artist!Tyler)
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Tyler's back pressures against the soft surface, breathy giggles slipping through plump lips as Joshua collapses above him.
A smile grows on the blond's cheeks, pressing a little kiss to his jaw. The brunet sighs, hands wrapping around the back of his neck, tangling in his messy, blond curls. He still smells faintly of cologne, but now mixed with the smell of fruit punch and flowers.
And Tyler's got those stars in his eyes again, dancing, dazzling in a galaxy of their own. Their foreheads connect, warm breaths mixing, entwining. Josh never wants to let go.
So he leans down again, velvety lips moving against Tyler's, and feeling the boy's mouth part slightly in a little smile. Their fingers tangle messily, hastily, pinned down by Tyler's side, pressed slightly against his shoulder.
Josh's tongue teases by Tyler's plump lips, brushing against the rosy skin almost tentatively. His insides curl in the same way their fingers do, and everything is warm, so warm. But then the brunet's breath is hot, and his skin is burning, aching, and there's a fire behind Josh's eyelids.
They pull away slightly, lungs squeezing, chests stuttering against each other. The corner of the taller boy's swollen lips tugs upwards, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.
"I'm sorry I'm bad at this kissin' thing." Tyler mumbles, the corners of his eyes squinting up a little with his bashful smile, rosy cheeks contrasting beautifully against Josh's snow-white bedsheets.
"Y're quite good at it, actually."
The boy below him emits a quiet laugh, their lips connecting again briefly, tongues tangling, pulling a sharp gasp from within Tyler's throat. Josh moves down, lips travelling past warm cheeks, to the tip of reddened ears, along the base of his neck.
He wants nothing more than to have his fingertips sliding along every inch of the delicate, ever-so-soft skin, to map out the celestial being, inside and out.
Connecting the stars, scattering constellations.
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And Tyler doesn't seem to be arguing, because his hands cup around his cheeks, dragging him closer, closer, and his thighs part, legs wrapping against Josh's hips with a surprising urgency.
Josh's hands are slow, languid in their movement, as they wrap around Tyler's waist, snaking down, fingertips burning the milky skin.
"S'this okay?" he asks softly, honey dripping from the little smile on his face, leaning back to brush the messy, chocolate brown curls out of Tyler's eyes. His hands rest on the curve of Tyler's bum, almost shyly, and oh, the boy's cheeks are already a deep scarlet.
