Nobody else was in the house. Just Toby and Hoodie. Hoodie didn't know, though. He'd just woken up. He sat up in his bed, shirtless. He got up, put some sweatpants on and walked downstairs. He stood in the middle of the den.
"Hello? Jeff? Anybody?" He called. Toby walked out of his room, and out into the den.
"They went out to get their kills for the week. Just me and you here." Toby said, slumping down on the couch. Hoodie sat next to him. He wasn't wearing his Hood. He rubbed his eyes then ran his fingers through his hair. Toby watched.
"I think I might go back to bed." Hoodie sighed. He was about to stand up but Toby stopped him.
"Mind if I join you?" Toby asked, flashing a smile. Hoodie blushed. He cleared his throat and looked away.
"I..you don't know me. We can't just up and...do stuff." Hoodie said, still not looking at Toby. Toby lifted Hoodie's chin and stared him in the eyes. Hoodie helplessly stared back. Toby eased into Hoodie. Hoodie hesitated, then leaned in and slowly kissed Toby.
Toby took over. He explored Hoodie's mouth as He pushed him on his back, rubbing his sides. Hoodie widened his eyes and tried to push Toby off. Toby came up and hovered over him.
"What's wrong?" Toby asked.
"This doesn't-- I..we just met. You moved in about a week ago. It doesn't feel right." Hoodie blushed..
"It will afterwards. Just give it time." Toby said, going down and gently biting Hoodie's neck. Hoodie moaned and tangled his fingers in Toby's hair. This did not at all feel right. It felt good, but not right. What, was He just gonna screw him on the couch? What kind of bullshit is that?! Hoodie wanted to resist, but his resistance turned into hesitation. Hesitation turned into giving up. Giving up turned into an hour of pleasure, that He refused to stop. He didn't move. He basically gave his body to Toby. The whole time He laid there and blushed, moaning heavily. The whole time it was in his stomach. That's were He felt Toby most. He'd leave then come back. The depth made it partly hard for him to breath.
"T-T-Toby.." Hoodie mouthed out. Toby grinned and sped up his pace. Hoodie didn't realize they were in his room until later.
Further in Toby got reckless. Reckless and rough. He wrapped his hands around Hoodie's neck. That lessened Hoodie's breathing even more, causing his moans to turned to gasps. He struggled as if He was drowning. Toby removed his hands and shoved his tongue down Hoodie's throat. Hoodie moaned. Too much was happening to his body. He couldn't take all of this at once, but at the same time didn't want it to end.
Now He had the strong piercing feeling in his stomach, Toby fighting back and forth with his tongue, and the gripping feeling on his neck and arm.
Toby pulled on Hoodie's lip. Hoodie's moans turned into cries, then back to moans. Toby watched Hoodie struggle to take it all in. Hoodie slightly squirmed and lifted his head backwards, bringing up his nude chest to meet with Toby's. He wrapped his legs around Toby's smooth back, as He hung on for grief.
Then it was over..
It seemed like it was so short, but Hoodie knew it was way longer. Toby laid Hoodie on his chest, as Hoodie tried to catch his breath.
"That...we...I.." Hoodie said, still breathing pretty heavily.
"It's Ok, catch your breath." Toby whispered, stroking Hoodie's hair. Hoodie started breathing normally, then He felt dizzy. Then the sensation in his stomach came back as a reminder. He squeezed Toby's shoulder. Hoodie's face cooled down.
"My fucking stomach, dude." Hoodie said, slowly drifting off to sleep. Toby laughed, as He drifted, too.
"You just let me know if you ever want more." Toby whispered. Hoodie opened his eyes and thought, then closed them again.
Fuck...
