Boyf riends one shots

bideo game 😎

jeremy sits impatiently next to Michael on the couch. hes playing some online game and chatting with random people on his team, and, sadly, ignoring jeremy. this was one of the last days of winter break they had together so he was annoyed, obviously. jeremy gets a wonderful idea. well, it could go badly. but he doesnt care at this point. they hadnt done anything for a week or so jeremy was pent up and needy. he didnt care if he got punished, he just needed something.

he shot a mischievous smile to michael, which he barely picked up on. he scooted closer to the other, pushing one of his arms up.

"move" he half whispered. michael looked confused but lifted his arms up for a moment and wrapping then around jeremy. holding the controller still, of course. jeremy sat his head at the crook of the others neck and closed his eyes, listening to the almost incoherent speaking through the headphones. he picked up that it was near the end of the match. he was straddling michaels waist and his arms were around the others back. next step-

"sorry guys, my boyff-" michael was cut off by jeremy kissing deeply at his neck. he apologized to his friends but continued his game, shooting an angry glance to jeremy, who wasnt looking. jeremy continued kissing and breaking the others sentences into fragments of words and quick breaths. his face was getting redder and he could barely finish a sentence without stuttering or pausing.

"o-okay i gotta go, my boyfriend needs my full attention apparently." he growls out. michael exits the game even though they were almost done. he sets his controller down and takes his headset off.

"really jere? your that desperate?" michael whispers into the others ear. his hands travel down the others back and gives the other PHAT ass a squeeze. jeremy whimpers and stuffs his face into michaels neck. he feels michael shift.

"sit up" michael demands. jeremy does so. his face is completely red and he looks almost scared. michael taps at jeremys waistband.

"off"

jeremy sits up and gets his pants down. hes only wearing michaels hoodie and underwear. jeremy gets back on michael. he wraps his arms around the other again.

"so. you interrupted me, embarrassed me, and fucked up my game just to get my attention. what do you want" michael growls. jeremy shivers.

"i want you to fuck me" jeremy mumbles into michaels neck. michael hums.

"your gonna have to work harder than that, sweetheart" michael says roughly.

"i need you to fuck me, micha. ive been waiting so long for it please just fuck me til i can't breath or think just please" jeremy says. michael rolls his eyes.

"get up" jeremy does so immediately michael gets up and takes off his clothes as quickly as possible. he sits back down, bringing jeremy down with him.

"prep?" michael asks quickly.

"umno" jeremy forces out.

"oh? did you prep yourself earlier today?" michael asks slyly.

"y-yeah" jeremy says shyly.

~small time skip cus a bitch cant write~

michael lines up his member with the others hole.

"ready?" michael asks gently. jeremy nods and michael guides the other down onto him. jeremy whines continuously as hes pushed into slowly. he reaches the bottom and takes in a shallow breath before they jeremy shifts a little. michael stills the others hips by grabbing on tightly.

"No." he says sternly. jeremy stills his hips. Michael picks up his controller. and enters his game again.

"since you needed my attention so badly, you have it. you can squirm and whine all you want but you wont get anything til the end of this round." michael says calmly. jeremy whines groans and wraps his arms around the other tightly. michael starts an offline game. jeremy sits and squirms every once in a while.

*ding!*

the match is over. jeremy gives a desperate look to michael.

"go ahead" michael says mock-sweetly. he grabs onto jeremys hips and guides them up. jeremy moans quietly. he does rhe rest of the work. moving up and down for his own pleasure at this point. michael suddenly snaps his hips up. jeremy moans out loudly in surprise.

"fuck... again please" jeremy drools out. michael does so. again, and again. at this point jeremy is absolutely ruined. he burries his head into michaels neck and moans and whines uncontrollably. its all getting to be too much, the roughness off michaels thrusts, the very small friction to his cock, and the slight embarrassment. his eyes sting with small tears. everything feels so hot and almost stuffy. he feels himself getting close but cant do anything to warn the other. he grips tighter as his stream of loud moans and whines are met with choked sobs and drool. microwave slows down a bit, to jesus dismay.

"too much?" michael asks gently. it took a moment for jeremy to register.

"nonononono i love it please keep going im so close please-" jeremy slurred into michaels neck. michael starts moving again and gets sloppier

-grinding, hickys, michael teasin jeremy. jeremy riding mixhal on the couch with only prep from earlier today and minimal lube. jeremy lowkey crying and drooling into muchaels shoulder while he desperately whines and gets pounded by michael.