Flushed (Troyler AU)

Chapter 17

This chapter is written in third person bc I found it easier to write this way and I think it works well with this chapter, so bear with me. I'm v nervous about posting this bc it's my first time writing smut...

Comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated (i'll probably never write smut again if i don't get a good reaction from this haha)

But anyways...

*smut warning* *smirky emoji*

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Tyler gasped audibly as Troye nipped at the sensitive skin of the juncture where his jaw and neck met. Calloused finger tips skirted across his waist line, the rough texture scraping harshly up the plains of his chest. Troye's wet tongue left heated traces of saliva as it lapped over Tyler's Adam's apple, causing him to gulp visibly at the unfamiliar sensation. The air around them felt constricting, their clothed figures pressed together stiffly, an inch of space unmistakably absent.

Tyler's arms hung limply, clasped around Troye's neck, each flick of his tongue across the exposed flesh sending them further and further apart. Tyler's legs, although wrapped securely, were not enough to support his body weight, the ghosting touches and sloppy kisses, making it harder to focus on keeping them fastened around Troye's waist. A dark chuckle slipped past the reddening lips of his boyfriend, the warm breath colliding with cool air as it hit his wet skin causing a prickling feeling to wreck his frame.

Troye hummed in satisfaction at the reaction he managed to draw out, his hands sliding lower under the thick material of Tyler's jeans. He slipped two fingers beneath the waistband, grasping Tyler's ass as his body slid lower, legs slowly freeing from their fixed position. Troye shuffled forward unknowingly in a certain direction, searching for a wall. He felt his movement come to a halt and pressed Tyler against the surface, hands immediately moving in to roam and graze where they pleased. Their shallow breaths mingled as both men lifted their heads to steal a quick glance at the other. Troye could not tear his gaze away from Tyler's darkened eyes, the bright blues now reduced to a thin ring around black dilated pupils. The need to feel each other was overwhelming and their movements quickened. Their lips met in a heady kiss, mouths open and tongues working together.

Tyler was shoved flush against the wall, his body supported only by the pressure of Troye's hips. Quiet, muffled moans tumbled past his lips, growing louder as his hips began to roll slightly, the unyielding force causing him to thrust forward. His head fell back against the wall at the new found friction. Before letting out a guttural moan, he caught a glimpse of Troye's lustful gaze and felt his restraint snap.

He ran his hands down the length of Troye's torso, slipping them under the hem of the shirt. Slowly, he pushed the thin material up, hinting at Troye to lift his hands. Tyler's thumbs brushed against Troye's nipples on their way up. Troye shivered at the sensation and his mouth hung open, short raspy breaths escaping his lips. He craved Tyler's touch, a burning desire set deep within him and his mind completely overtaken by the pleasure wrecking his body. His discarded shirt landed on the floor next to them and he could feel Tyler's hungry eyes devouring the view before his eyes, despite not having touched the heated skin yet.

A dark smirk overcame Tyler's features as filthy thoughts filled his head. The anticipation leading to this moment was intense and a sudden burst of confidence appeared. Although it was clear who held the control between the two men, Tyler decided to have some fun, pinning Troye to where he had been just seconds ago.

Tyler trailed a single finger across Troye's jawline and continued down the path of his chest all the way to Troye's dark happy trail. His finger didn't pause, tracing the fly of Troye's zipper, the other hand pinching ever so lightly at the skin near the waistband of Troye's exposed briefs. Tyler's firm hand came to rest on the inside of the quivering thighs and he leaned forward, his hot breath lingering on the creamy expanse of Troye's neck. His hand circled teasingly and the continuous, short stings still delivered the desired effects. His ears were filled with the sound of soft whimpers, held back by bitten lips. The need to turn the whimpers into lustful moans urged him to continue. Troye let out a shaky breath as Tyler's hand cupped his clothed erection, his hips bucking forward on their own accord. The slight sting of the pinches combined with the pleasurable strokes, sent ruined shudders throughout his body. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this good, despite the relentless teasing.