to say that me and Tyler were going to mess around the very first day we got here was something i honestly didn't expect. seriously, i didn't plan for this to happen THIS early.
and don't think to yourself, "yeah Joshua, that's what you always say in ALL THE FANFICS." i literally didn't plan this.
i stood at the door and eyed Tyler up and down; looking at the hair that was sprouting on his head, all the way down to his pale pudgy thighs. though my eyes trailed right back up to his face, watching his bottom lip between his teeth. there was a type of fire in his eyes i have never seen, it was different than any other time.
it was need, and want, and love all at once.
he began to pout as i crossed my arms, still staring at him as he sat perfectly in the middle of the oversized bed. he shifted in the spot he was in, rubbing his thighs together due to the uncomfortable tightness he was experiencing in his boxers. i smirked, which he noticed right away, only to cause him to pout some more.
i uncrossed my arms and pulled my tank top over my head, throwing it onto the floor. i walked slowly over to the bed to stand infront of Tyler, me obviously towering over him. he looked up at me an crawled to the end of the bed and sat back on his heels. he lifted his hand and placed it on my body, rubbing from my stomach all the way up to my chest. he rose up on his knees, but still was not level with my height.
he placed his hands onto my shoulders an leaned forward, pressing his lips up against my neck, kissing me lightly from one side to the other and across my adams apple. he put one hand behind my head, lowering my face so he could kiss my lips.
he kissed me lightly at first, before trying to get rough with me. but Tyler should know, i am the one who is always in control.
i pulled away before looking at him, he looked at me with a pout once more, upset that i had stopped him.
"Babyboy, you know that i am the one who is control, yes?."
he looked down at my chest and pressed his lips against it. he was testing me, for sure.
but i wasn't going to complain; the next thing he had done was run his hands down to the waistband of my bottoms, hooking his fingers in and pulling them down, hitting the floor with a light thud. he looked back up at me as if he was looking for permission do something, inwhich i gave him a nod.
his lips crept into a smile as he pressed his hand against the growing bulge in my boxers, the fabric starting to strain. he was gentle with his movements, as he's always been with anything. he was always one to ignore himself an attend to me; which he was doing at this very moment, ignoring the obvious fact that he needed attention.
he looked up at me for nod, which he received, and put his hand into my boxers. he wrapped his fingers around my dick and pulled my boxers down afterwards, the fabric pooling at my feet.
he flicked his wrist a few times which earned him a few moans that slipped passed my lips unexpectedly. he smiled at the fact that it happened, something that has always brought some sort of praise to himself.
he wet his lips an then leaned down, pressing them against the tip of my erect member. he let his lips slip down some more before coming off with a pop. my bottom lip was between my teeth, an my eyes were closed, which made Tyler let out a small moan; he loved that i was enjoying this.
he placed his lips back on me, moving his head forwards and back slowly, bringing moans out of me every so often. he began moving his head more which brought more and more pleasure to me.
"fuck Babyboy, y'so good to me, yes?"
he moans against me, the vibrations driving me crazy. i reached forward an placed my hand on the back of his head, guiding him faster. he placed his hands on my hips, squeezing them slightly an pressing his thumbs into my hips. he stopped moving his head an instead tried pulling my hips closer to him; i got the idea pretty quickly.
