A Gamer's Touch (🍋🍋🍋)

Part 1(/?)

Julian lets out a moan. Gamer draws in a sharp breath and turns to glare at him. You’ve both been staying with his sister, Portia. She strides from the bedroom and smacks him over the head. The tall man chuckles and rubs the spot. Portia turns to Gamer and smiles. 

“Don’t let him get to you, darling. And really you don’t need to clean up,” she takes Gamer’s hand. Gamer wonders if she is saying that to guilt you into finishing or if she means it.

“No no, I love having something to keep my hands busy while here,” Gamer smiles back at the small woman graciously. She nods.

“Well, duty calls!” She heads towards the door, “don’t make any terrible decisions while I’m gone.” She glares at Julian, he puts his hands up and makes an innocent face. She leaves, closing the door behind her.

Not a moment later, Julian grips Gamer’s hips, pinning them to the counter in front of them. Gamer chuckles.

“You want to do this now? She just left,” Gamer subtly braces themself against the counter. Julian lets out another fake moan, this one sounding more genuine, just inches from Gamer’s ear. 

He leans in and gently bites at the top of their ear. “Please” He moans out again. Gamer smirks and turns out of Julian's grasp. They press him against the counter. He whimpers softly and swallows hard. “I-I know I was asking for this b-” Gamer cuts him off by kissing him, they bite his lip and he lets out another moan. He looks at them through hooded eyes, a blush gracing his cheeks. 

Gamer smirks and makes a show of walking away. Julian makes a noise, something between a whimper and a groan. He wraps his arms around their waist and grinds against their ass. They make an effort to not show how much it affects them, while Julian hides his pleasure quite poorly. The simple movement causes him to bite his lip, failing to stifle a moan. 

Gamer bends to pick something from under a couch pillow. The best thing about them doing the cleaning is Portia never sees any of their toys. As they bend, they press against Julian’s growing bulge. A smile spreads on their face when they hear his breath hitch. Gamer straightens, snaps their fingers, and points to the couch without even looking over their shoulder to see if he’d obey. He always obeyed. 

He eagerly sits, his back rigid, his chest heaving. It was far too easy to excite this man. Gamer gingerly walks toward him, and kneels between his knees. They look up at him innocently, he bites his lip and tries to settle his expression. Gamer rises and reaches around Julian’s neck, fastening, perhaps a little bit too tightly, a simple leather collar. Julian lets out a loud moan as they tighten the choker.

“Hush now,” They murmur.

“I know you want me loud,” He teases. They leisurely ran their hand into his mess of auburn hair. They tighten their grip and jerk his faceup  to look at theirs. He lets out a loud gasp followed by a series of moans and whimpers. Gamer smirks.

“Look at you, being right.” They  bite their lip. He watches hungrily. “Now, my pet, we have all day. How shall we play?” Julian’s face turns a deep red, he places his hand lightly on their hips, gently coaxing them closer. They climb over his long legs and straddle him. Julian lets out a frustrated moan as they grind against him. 

“Gods. . . I want you,” his hands grip their hips aggressively. They let his hands guide how they were grinding together. He pressed his hips upwards in unison, letting a moan pass from his lips. Gamer’s breath starts to pick up and they moan. 

Gamer gets off of Julian’s lap and steps back teasingly. They’d rather take him now on this couch but the urge to tease him to his breaking point is irresistible.