"You really wanna make it up huh?" Josh's quirky breathing rattled through Tyler's ears, his legs squeezing Josh's hips tight when Josh's hands slip up his shirt, fingertips running all over flesh, moving to his back and digging in.
"Yes," Tyler replies shallow, hands tugging at Tyler's jeans, pushing his shirt up his chest in a rotation, Tyler gasping.
He knows this isn't going to be normal, he knows Josh isn't as happy as he seems, but Tyler being curious anxiously awaits for what Josh is planning.
"Get these off," Josh orders, Tyler shifting up so Josh can pull his pants off, letting them pool on the floor. "So," Josh lets his hands slide up Tyler's thighs, underneath his boxers.
He jumps, guilty from being completely solid already.
"Joshy," Tyler grabs onto his shoulders, Josh beginning to push him down onto the table with a hand on his stomach.
"You sure you wanna make it up? Are you sorry?" Josh licks his lips, watching Tyler wiggle under his touch, thumb pressing firmly from the base of Tyler's throat, down his chest, further down Tyler's stomach, pressing against the tip of his cock, trapped under fabric.
"I'm sorry," Tyler jumps at the pressure, Josh beginning to shimmy his shorts down to his thighs, Tyler eyes fixated on the outline in Josh's briefs, chest heaving as he mentally prepares for it again, already aware how little he can take.
"You don't sound too sorry," he smirks, Tyler hiding behind his hands, Josh leaning down, kissing along Tyler's stomach, stopping before he reaches where Tyler his bucking up.
Josh shoves his hips down, the table rattling, he tsk's, shaking his head at.
"I don't think so," Josh scolds, Tyler whining like a small child.
Tyler whimpers, Josh dragging him down the table, boxers suddenly dangling from one leg, so Tyler kicks them off.
Tyler didn't even see or feel him pull the off.
"You're really sorry?" Josh leans closer, one hand under Tyler's neck, watching his face.
Tyler can't reply, two fingers suddenly pushing inside him. He yells out, he's sorry, but Josh chuckles at the pathetic attempt.
Unaware of how suddenly rough Josh was going to be, Tyler's eyes began to water.
He knows he should tell Josh to be more careful, a burning somehow so pleasurable that Tyler thinks there may be more things wrong with him that he hasn't found yet.
But although he wanted to Josh to be soft, something about the rough treatment made Tyler want Josh to do more, and never stop.
Tyler groans loud, the fingers curling up, he can't help but shake under the touch, there's something that Josh's seems to press against, his toes curling, his startled moaning growing louder and louder.
Josh watches as he works Tyler like magic, moaning just at the sight of Tyler squirming, pushing himself onto his fingers, taking in the clenched eyes, small tears leaking from the corners of Tyler's eyes, lips full and red, cheeks to match as Tyler groans and struggles underneath Josh, desperate for more.
Tyler has no time to register the fingers leaving, Josh shoving himself to the hilt, hissing as he waits for a minute, listening to the loudest scream Tyler has yet to make.
"I'm really sorry!" Tyler screams out, one hand gripping the side of the table.
"You've been bad haven't you?" Josh grunts, beginning deep but short snaps of his hips, not pulling out far enough for Tyler to actually build up to the lava boiling inside him, instead it erupts from his throat.
"I have I'm sorry!" Tyler pleads, huffing a high pitches squeak on each impact, nothing but Josh's feral grunting filing his ears, rolling his hips up, a fire spreading across Tyler's skin, something inside his belly being slammed repeatedly.
He couldn't be enjoying this side of Josh anymore, yet truly guilty and sorry, it somehow made Tyler's pleasure increase.
"Please Joshy," weak meaningless pleas fall from Tyler's lips.
"You sorry for lying?" Josh shifts to support himself on his forearms, swallowing back a moan, Tyler latching himself to Josh's shoulders, legs hooked around Josh's hips, deeper yet still.
"Yes!" Tyler yelps, eyes so tightly shut he starts to see white lights dancing behind his lids.
Josh bites into his neck for a moment.
"You sorry for hitting me?" Josh's hand slides up Tyler, gripping his throat with light pressure, breathing in sync with Tyler's as the pant, Tyler tongue slightly poking out over his bottom lip.
Tyler knows he's crying, but he knows it's not from the rough treatment. Hell, Tyler never wanted Josh to stop.
He wanted him to squeeze him harder.
"Yes Joshy I'm sorry!" It's muffled when two of Josh's fingers slip into his mouth, the two he had used previously.
Tyler tastes the familiar tang of iron, knowing his own blood all too well.
"Suck,"
Tyler mumbles yet another apology around the the fingers, swirling his tongue around the tips, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks slow, a severe contrast to Josh's hips, the filthy sound of skin of skin, a cry coming from Tyler on every inwards pressure.
"You sorry for nearly stabbing me in the fucking head?" Josh's top lip curls, growling in his ear, lips popping off his fingers.
"Yes I'm so sorry Josh I mean it," Tyler's heart beats so fast that he can barely hear Josh past the blood rushing in his ears.
Josh straightens a little, slowing a small fraction, pulling from Tyler.
He rolls him onto his belly, Tyler finding some sort of footing on the kitchen floor.
Josh pushes back in, nails scratching deep into Tyler's hip as his previous dangerously fast thrusts pick up again, right hand taking a fistful of Tyler's hair and pulling him up off the table.
"You're so fucking obedient," Josh compliments, dropping Tyler's head back down, pulling him further back off the table.
"Thankyou," Tyler stutters out, lost for words with Josh completely railing into him, choking on his own salvia.
There's a brief moment where everything goes black for Tyler, ears ringing so loud that he doesn't know where he is.
When he opens his eyes again, he's greeted with the wooden table.
He can hear Josh panting breathlessly, something particularly warm over his lower back, dripping down his inner thighs.
Unsure whether or not it's his own climax or Josh's running down his legs, Tyler begins to raise himself up, Josh catching him around the waist, turning him around and holding him up.
"You okay?" Genuinely concerned now, Josh brushes Tyler's hair, holding him up. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Not at all, that was really amazing," Tyler lets himself fold into Josh's touch.
"But um, can I have another shower?"
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Fanfiction"It's okay, you'll be okay," A new work route can always be difficult, but when Josh finds the love of his life, things become a little more complicated as he discovers the new boy is not everything he seems he is. *WARNING* Graphic sexual content V...
