stronger than me by amy winehouse
music plays softly throughout the dimly lit room as matt caresses joba's cheek, he places his thumb on the older's soft bottom lip and kisses him lightly. the two were very, very intoxicated. "'cause i've forgotten all of young love's joy, feel like a lady and you my lady boy." matt sings softly, "'m not gonna meet ya mother anytime, i just wanna grip ya body over mine." the blonde admires his boyfriend with a dazed expression, biting his lip and placing his firm hands on matt's small waist as the smaller boy straddled him carefully.
the pair of lovers giggle, both being completely out of it. joba buries his face in matt's neck and begins leaving small love bites, making matt gasp. the smaller boy runs his fingers through the taller's short blonde locks, occasionally twirling them with his finger and tugging lightly. matt takes his hand and places it on joba's jaw, guiding him to look back up at the tan boy. joba's tongue peeked out from his mouth, licking his lips as he eyed matt. the small boy kissed joba, slipping his tongue inside the other's mouth.
matt shifted himself in joba's lap, desperate to create some sort of friction, the younger boy squeaked when he felt joba place his hand right on his bulge and began palming him. matt stops joba before he goes any further, "we're wasted," he slurs, "i wanna be able to remember it." joba nods, not really processing anything matt was saying. the boy with darker hair rests his head against the blonde's shoulder, taking in his scent of expensive alcohol and marlboro cigarettes. joba rubs matt's back carefully and kisses his soft brown hair, he hears matt begin to snore lightly and chuckles at the tiny boy. he lays down on the bed, holding the sleeping boy in his arms, staring at the ceiling. he feels his eyelids start to get heavy, slowly closing them and drifting to sleep.
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happie new years :]