Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

°You're Mine, Pretty One.3°

I did a brief edit. So yell at me for mistakes ya?

Josh was in between Tyler's legs, his back to his chest as they watched television now in the bedroom. Tyler's head laid gently on Josh's shoulder and Josh leaning back against his. Tyler's arms wrapped around his waist laying a kiss on Josh's bare shoulder every now and then. Kissing each freckle and spot on his body. Biting on him softly just to hear his giggle. He was in love, Tyler will admit it. And yes Josh is graduating soon, but he couldn't put such a heavy weight on Josh's shoulder with those three words.

He didn't know how Josh felt, didn't know if Josh felt the same, didn't know if Josh wanted to continue what they have when he graduated. He's learned to try and keep his heart from swelling, but every sound, every move, everything Josh did, made his heart burst and leaves stars around his head from how dizzy he'd get. With a hand, he raised it to Josh's head, scratching the scalp, hearing his mewl and the way he relaxed more in Tyler's embrace.

"My special boy," he whispered, Josh's soft giggling mixing with the deep chuckle. Tyler allowed his lips to trail along the smooth skin, not kissing, just allowing the contact. Loving the contact, moving his head to the side to let his lips to run up his neck and right back down. Hand still in hair, other hand rubbing along his tummy softly, smoothly. Josh shuddered under his touch, his hands taking grip at Tyler's thighs squeezing the glutes under his hands.

"M- Ma- My-" Josh tried to get out, but having someone lips on his neck always made him delve into becoming nothing. No words. Or sentences could escape his lips. Without trying to whimper, Tyler pulled away to look at him.

"What is it, my perfect little boy," Tyler asked slowly, deep voice running inside of Josh.

Josh swallowed, closing his eyes and letting out a breath. "My King," Josh said quietly.

Tyler heard it, his eyes closing, forehead pressing to the back of Josh's coconut smelling hair. "Say it again."

Josh whimpered, he once again felt that heat, the feeling of flaring and pleasure all at once. A mixture of possession and need caving in his chest. His eyes opened slowly, "My king," his hand losing grip on Tyler's thighs and instead stroking the expanse. He heard Tyler curse behind him, Josh sitting up and turning in his lap so he now straddled Tyler, hands going to his neck, and connecting their lips. Eyes shutting tight, adrenaline coursing through the younger. "My king," he told Tyler once again, leaning down to kiss at his neck.

The man moaning at the contact, loving the feel of Josh's strawberry lips on his skin, sucking, teeth, tongue, moan. Tyler's hands gripped themselves to Josh's ass, holding him close to him, loving the feel of him on top of him, slowly grinding against him. "Baby, so good." Tyler's moans got deeper and deeper, Josh then moving his hips on his own. Josh could feel Tyler's girth, rubbing against it, more so with his butt rather than the time before. And it felt so much more, erotic than before.

"I, Tyler, I want more, please." Josh whimpered, grabbing tight to the locks in his hair and No tiny on his lip. "Please," he begged.

Tyler let out a breath, stopping Josh's movements, hearing him whimper. He moved to the dresser beside him and grabbed something from inside. He came back with a tube, smiling softly at Josh. "Baby, this is lube. I'm gonna use this, and you tell me when to stop if need be. More or less. Give you a second or to move on. You have the cards here, you pick what you want and we'll go your way." Josh nodded. "Good, now I need you to take off your boxers."

Josh's breath hitched, but nonetheless he pulled down his boxers and threw them from under the blanket. His eyes resembled a bit of fear and more so curiosity. When Tyler gave him that sweet kiss once again on his nose, he felt all that dissipate, his lip once again caught again in teeth and Tyler popped the cap. Both their eyes trained on the thick substance lining his fingers before disappearing under the blanket.