Touch

86. (nsfw)

//nsfw//

They stumbled over each other into the hotel room, and the only items that was gently placed by the door before getting too into things were the violins.

Even the bed was too far away to get to before getting entangled with each other again. Eddy's hands traveled up Brett's sides, pulling his hoodie up as he did before Brett gently pushed him closer to the bed, making him sit on the edge.

"Let me ride you today, Eddy," Brett mumbled aginst his lips while resting one knee on the bed, still standing while Eddy sat on the edge of the bed. Eddy finally pulled Brett's hoodie off before scooting a bit further onto the bed.

"Yes please," Eddy breathed as Brett crawled halway in top of him to straddle him. Eddy's feet were still touching the floor, but he was sitting far enough in for Brett to be able to move his hips to brush his tightening jeans against Eddy's.

Eddy leaned forward to kiss Brett's Adam's apple, and the feeling of Brett's fingers combing through his hair before grabbing a fistful felt great.

"Fuck," Brett moaned and grabbed a hold of Eddy's t-shirt and pulled it up slightly. He couldn't help but get turned on by the hint he saw of Eddy's stomach muscles tensing and relaxing as they moved together.

"Did I remind you how hot you are today? 'Cause fuck," Eddy purred in his ear before pressing his lips against the seemingly permanent purple spot below Brett's ear, causing a choked whimper from his boyfriend.

"You're talking? God, get your shirt off, I want a view," Brett whispered, tugging on Eddy's t-shirt. Eddy couldn't help but laugh at that comment, but pulled his shirt off as requested. Barely a moment later he was on his back on the bed with Brett kissing down his stomach.

Eddy could feel his jeans get even tighter, and when Brett got as far down as the waistband he was desperate to get out of there. He was relieved and grateful for the feeling of Brett's delicate hands undoing the button and zipping open his jeans.

"You're so hard already, aren't you?" Brett grinned before kissing the top of the tent made of Eddy's boxers. Eddy moaned, tilting his head back as he did. It was in one way embarrassing and in another way hot to hear Brett's lewd talk.

"Of course I am, I've got a hot boyfriend," Eddy shot back, combing his fingers through his hair. "A hot boyfriend who knows how to turn me on."

Brett crawled back up to his face and kissed him quickly, ending up just looking down at him for a moment.
"I try to learn what you like, you know. I want to please my man."

"You wanna know what would please me right now?" Eddy breathed, tracing a finger along Brett's jaw. His focus was completely locked on the spark in Brett's deep brown eyes and how the gorgeous pink colour on his cheekbones complimented them.

"What?" Brett whispered back, his breath mixing with Eddy's as he subconsciously leaned closer. Their lips were almost touching, and Brett tangled his hands into Eddy's hair.

Eddy pressed their lips together, tasting the coffee still present of Brett's lips from earlier with the tip of his tongue. When they pulled away, a string of saliva syill connected them for a bit.
"What would please me right now, Brett... Is my dick in your ass," Eddy mumbled, a grin forming on his lips. "My birthday wish."

"So the first class seats weren't enough, huh? Good for you I'm really into that then," Brett replied before rolling off Eddy to find the lube and to get his jeans off. This would be an amazing evening.