Delicate {Joshler Smut}

Nine 🎨

Tyler and Josh got home late that night. Tyler was so excited to finish the session with Josh, but he looked like he didn't seem to happy about it.

"Josh, what's wrong?" Tyler asked; sitting by his side rubbing his fluffy hair.

"I really wanna do it tonight, but something in my mind is telling me not to." Josh said. "I don't know why, but I'm not sure."

"Is there something on your mind?" Tyler asked.

Josh stayed silent. He looked down to the floor, his hands were on his knees.

"You can tell me anything."

Josh looked up to Tyler.

"I became homeless after I escaped from foster care." Josh said.

"Why were you out there in the first place?" Tyler asked.

Josh started feeling like he was going to cry. He squeezed his hands together, he started sweating.

"Because...because-"

"Because what?"

"Because my mother died."

Josh started bawling into his hands. Tyler sat next to him; listening to his true love cry his eyes out. He took one of his hands and kissed it.

"It's alright my sweet." He said. "You don't need to say more."

"No Ty, I should." Josh said; squeezing his hand. "It's just that, when I told my father that I was gay, he physically abused me and my mother. And-one night, he got into a fight with my mother. He was so angry, that, he drew his gun. My mother raised her hands and fell to her knees. She was crying, begging for him to not kill her. But he did."

Josh looked back down.

"My father wasn't arrested because he ran away. Me and my 3 siblings were put into foster care. But I escaped. I don't know where my little brother and sisters are. I had no money, so I lived on the streets."

"Oh Josh." Tyler said; shocked. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Josh replied. "My father's probably in jail. I just hope my siblings are safe."

"I'm sure they are. Now, what do you say we suck some tip-pies?"

Josh laughed.

"Oh Tyler, not so quick."

He stood up.

"I think we should rest for tonight."

"Anything you want my love." Tyler replied; kissing Josh on the cheek.

He held out his arm.

"Allow me to take you upstairs." He said.

"Sure." Josh replied; putting his hand into Tyler's forearm.

Together, they went upstairs into the bedroom. Once Josh closed the door, he pushed Tyler onto the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Josh took his clothes.

"Of course I wanna finish our session." He said.

He slipped off Tyler's shirt and pants.

"Now it's my turn to suck you."

Josh put his mouth around Tyler's tip; sucking it real slowly but smoothly. He probably guessed Tyler was too sensitive. However, Tyler moaned.

"Josh is my daddy now."

"I thought you were daddy."

"You did this to me last time. Let me have a shot."

"You haven't even cummed."

Josh went back to sucking. And like he guessed it, Tyler's fluids came out; spraying Josh's face.

"Sweetie, you're too gross."

"Isn't it tasty?"

Josh took a sample of the fluid and licked it.

"It tastes like ice cream."

Tyler touched Josh's face.

"Then why don't I fix you up a bowl of chocolate ice cream."

Josh nodded.

"Of course."

Tyler went downstairs to fetch Josh some chocolate ice cream. He fed it to Josh spoon after spoon.

"Maybe you should teach me how to paint." Josh said.

"Really?" Tyler said. "I never really had a student."

"You do now. It's the only way to impress Collin."

Tyler put down the ice cream bowl.

"You're right. Then we should get to work first thing when we get to the museum tomorrow. I will teach everything you need to know about art."

Josh ran up and hugged Tyler.

"You're the best!" He said. "And the most fine."

"And delicate." Tyler added.

The two held each other; kissing in the middle of the room.