Closer

134. (nsfw)

"This is what we call making the most of time alone," Brett breathed against Eddy's neck as Eddy gently stroke the front of his trousers with the palm of his hand. They hadn't moved away from the spot they had been filming at yet, but neither of them cared.

"Yeah," Eddy mumbled, pressing his lips against Brett's neck, drawing in the comforting scent of his boyfriend. "I feel kinda bad for enjoying being away from her, though."

Brett took his face between his hands, kissed him firmly, and caressed his cheek.
"Look at it like this instead," Brett mumbled, kissing Eddy's tempting, pink lips before continuing. "If you're feeling alright, you can take better care of her. And some alone time make us feel better, or, at least it makes me feel better."

"You're right," Eddy sighed, pulling Brett onto his lap. "Of course you're right, you always know the right thing to say."

"I try m..." Brett had to pause to inhale sharply as Eddy added more pressure against the front of his trousers. ".. My best."

Eddy couldn't help but smile at the reaction he got from Brett.
"I love you, Brett," he mumbled, just pulling him close for a moment. He felt Brett smile against his neck. "How do you want to do it?"

"I know I want to finger you like I did earlier," Brett purred in his ear, pushing his hips down against Eddy's and making his head spin. Eddy could feel himself harden just from the memory of Brett's treatment earlier.

"God, I would like that," Eddy groaned, putting emphasis on the last word. It didn't make him want it any less that Brett's ass was pressing down on his hardening dick. "Please."

"Well, you have been a good boy," Brett chuckled in a joking tone, kissing him softly. Eddy blushed. "Been working hard today. I think you deserve a treat."

"We should move to the bedroom," Eddy breathed down Brett's jaw, sneaking his hand under the pink merch hoodie Brett had put on for filming. It made him look so much softer even though his words and hip movements made him hard.

"Shh, so impatient," Brett chuckled, kissing him again. "I like it when you're impatient, though. Makes me feel wanted."

"Do you not feel wanted usually?" Eddy asked on an exhale as Brett pressed his hips down against his erection again. Brett tangled a hand into Eddy's hair.

"I do, but it's that extra spark, you know? Knowing you're depending on me for release, you know?" Brett explained softly, and Eddy nodded with his cheeks burning red. He did like depending on Brett to cum.

"We should play around with that sometimes," Eddy mumbled with a shy smile, sneaking his hands down to Brett's thighs and further down to the back pockets of his jeans. "I like relying on you to make me feel good."

Brett chuckled and pressed their lips together again before sliding off Eddy's lap.
"Come on, babe, let's head to the bedroom," he smiled, pulling Eddy by the hand off the chair.

They ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, just making out and feeling each other for what felt like forever until Brett finally broke free to kiss down Eddy's long neck.
"Mmh, that feels good," Eddy sighed, swallowing hard. His jeans were tight in all the wrong places and all he wanted was to get them off and get the release.

"Lay down on your back for me, love, I'll make you feel even better," Brett responded, and Eddy couldn't help but giggle at Brett's tone, mostly from nerves. He did what he said though, feeling Brett slowly move to his knees next to him.

The click of the lube bottle sent a shiver down his spine, and a few seconds later Brett had pulled Eddy's boxers off. Eddy closed his eyes, feeling a hand slide down his side before the lubed fingers slowly found their way to his ass.

They circled the opening, and Eddy's breathing hitched.
"You feeling good so far?" Brett asked, leaning down to kiss his stomach. A whimper escaped Eddy's lips.

"Yes, god... Your fingers are magic or something," he breathed, trying to press his hips down against Brett's fingers. He was aching for him to move faster and make him feel good.

"You're so hot right now, did you know that?" Brett groaned, pushing his finger inside Eddy and feeling him tense up when he touched his prostate. "Alright if I fuck you instead?"

Eddy moaned, tilting his head back as a wave of pleasure rolled through him, a blush burning his cheeks.
"Fuck, please," Eddy breathed, rolling his hips up against Brett's hand and taking a hold of the pillow he had his head on. "Fuck me."

"Shit man, how do you just turn me on so much without even touching me?" Brett groaned, pulling his finger out of him to get his own underwear off and some lube on himself. "I swear, I could cum just from the sight of you right now."

"If that's not an exaggeration, I don't know what is," Eddy breathed while Brett moved in between his legs. He felt ready to burst with arousal. "Please like... Fuck me senseless."

"I can't imagine anything else I'd rather do right now," Brett groaned as he pushed himself inside.