𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 +.*

𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘴 [𝗲.𝗱.] {part one} (smut!)

you fumble around with your keys trying to find the small golden one used for the front door as you work your way up the final line of steps of the apartments. you were heading back to the twins' as you would any other day after your working hours. grumbling to yourself you walk along the corridor standing at the 3rd door shoving your key in, though you weren't inherently in a bad mood - you just missed ethan badly and work was rough. the door opens after you shove your weight against it, fucking janky ass door.

you stumble through the door and don't even say hello, just run down to ethan's room where you knew he would be. sure enough, he's laying on his bed with his hand over his crotch trying desperately to pleasure himself. you must have startled him, because he quickly turns to the doorway of his bedroom and covers the large tent in his pants with the pillow. he looks at you with his lips parted, eyes wide and chest heaving quickly. as soon as it got to him that it was only you, he relaxes and lets out a sigh. he begins subconsciously grinding against the soft pillow, his lip finding its way between his teeth. a light pink tint rises to his cheeks, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you walk closer to him in order to remove the pillow from his grip.

his eyes dart to your hands looking as you remove his form of pleasure right from his hands. "hi ethan" you giggle to yourself softly before sitting down slowly on the edge of the bed, you can't help but glance down at the prominent bulge peering though his pants. you swallow hard before regaining your posture placing a hand gently down on his thigh. he didn't even say a word , he just laid still eyes searching your own him almost pleading with no dialogue. his lips apart breathing rather heavily, though you knew he'd only just started as he was fully clothed still. "can you tell me what you were just doing gorgeous?" of course you knew, it was obvious. you'd had to be thick to not realise what he was up to but you want to play up to the thought just so ethan would explain what he was doing, you like hearing it from his own mouth.

he swallows, looking down to try and avoid the question. you tilt his chin up and stare directly into his eyes, speaking sternly, "tell me what you were doing, prince." "m-mama," was the only thing he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. "i-i was trying to take care of it." "you could have waited for me, angel. i would help you," you tease, "but since you didn't, i guess i'll have to let you continue by yourself." he looks confused but picks up what you were saying. he lifts his hips off the bed and pushes his bottoms down, leaving him in only his adidas sweatshirt and boxers.

he throws his bottoms off to the side of the bed, looking adorable left in a more soft attire. you watch him intently as he chews on his lip focusing on setting up. he motions to the pillow in your hands, gentle ones reaching out to grab it from your arms. "thank you" he mumbles , you awe internally . even in the more sexual of times he was gentle and well mannered. he places it down in front of him on the bed before crawling over to straddle the soft head rest, even you were getting excited then as you start to play with your fingers watching his every move. he gently pulls your hand into his by his side, locking eye contact with you.

he placed your hand on his thigh close to where he needed you. he grabbed the top of the pillow with both hands and began slowly moving his hips back and forth. his dick pressed against the soft down of the pillow, he started going faster. your hand ran up and down his thigh, almost touching him through his underwear where a patch started to form. he decided teasing himself wasn't going to take him anywhere so he leant back and took his boxers off completely and tossed them elsewhere. the poor baby was so needy, he really wasn't kidding. pre-cum coated his beet red tip, and it was clear he'd been like this for hours. this may have even been the hardest he's ever been around you. he straddled the pillow again, bare shaft and balls rubbing against the fabric of the pillow.

your stare harsh, you try your hardest to remain still, though you're so tempted to pull the poor baby onto your lap. you shuffle your way so you're sat directly in front of the pillow in line with him, your hands running up and down his sides , fists balling his sweater every now and then. keeping him at a slow pace, you don't want him to rush ahead now.

you cup his cheek with your right hand, his loopy eyes only staying half open due to his mind being clouded with need. you tilt his chin up and kiss him tenderly, feeling something grow inside you telling you that you needed him too. he leans back in as soon as you pull away, just needing to feel a part of you against him again. your left hand rests on his hip guiding him on the pillow. you always know exactly what he needs in order to feel good. you push him further down on the pillow so there's more pressure on his dick and he lets out a small mumbled "mama".

"feels good, huh?" You smirk into the much needing kiss. ethan only mumbles back deepening the kiss, his knees now over lapping your own, trying to get as close as possible to you. you holding back until he pulled away from you panting and watching his own hips rolling into the pillow gently. small curses falling from his mouth. you grab his waist pulling him across onto your lap, his shaky thighs now either side of you. ethan looking a lot less confident while now being under a lot more pressure to impress you. "i didn't say stop."

he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth beneath his top one, concealing it and making himself look even smaller. "keep going, prince." he looks down at himself and continues moving his hips in your lap, sinking back into his sweatshirt. your hands find their way into his top, feeling his muscles tensing and then tightening around his waist. you knew he secretly liked when you'd touch his nipples, even during foreplay when you'd just graze over them he would get affected. you pinch one of the sensitive buds in between your thumb and forefinger. this catches him off guard and he puts his hand over yours. you had never stimulated him like this before, so the feeling is somewhat foreign to him. your left hand staying on his hip, making sure he didn't go too fast. you don't want to overstimulate him yet, you'd give that to him when he asked for it.

ethan continues moving his hips against you, throbbing dick rubbing up against your denim shorts. his tip almost poking at your stomach, making it difficult to allow him to do this by himself. he just looks so needy, and the fact that you're stimulating him in a place that he wasn't used to makes it so much more difficult to keep his composure. your fingers keep rolling his nipple, pinching and pulling occasionally and you notice that he's holding back. "you can make some noise for me, baby. don't be shy," you reassure him and he seems to ease up a bit. he tilts his head back slightly and lets out a whine, bottom lip still lodged between his teeth. the poor baby's so needy, you don't know how much longer you'll be able to resist him. "fuck," he whispers, letting go of his lip and making eye contact. you decide you've had enough and pull him in close to you. as soon as you grab him forcefully and pull him closer his hands land on your back, needing to feel you against him as much as he possibly could.

you glance up and down at his now closer position, soaking up the gorgeous view presented on your lap. his face now inches from your own, you now being able to take in his comforting sent. ethan always happened to smell emasculate, leading to you taking clothing from him rather often. "pretty boy" you mumble almost inaudible, your hands slipping down to his waist, leaving a harsh smack on his thigh. He chokes after letting out a strangled moan, clearly finding the perfect rhythmic pattern, now pushing down rather hard against you. "t-there—" he spluttered, hips still rolling at a steady slow pace. he begins to shake a little, becoming more sensitive as he teases himself. You dip your head into his neck only leaving butterfly kisses as you pull and tug at his sweatshirt, your fingers grazing over his bare sides ever so often.

your hands move all across his body then land on his ass where you cup his cheeks and try to pull him in even closer, catching him off guard. you start to suck on his neck, finding his sweet spot rather quickly which forces him to let out yet another strangled moan. he seems to love how rough you are with him, getting him all worked up for you. he tilts his head back and his body goes limp, sensitive body already feeling overwhelmed from the heavenly sensations you've been inflicting. he lets out a long "fuuuck," beads of perspiration forming along his hairline.you bring one hand over his sweatshirt to lace your fingers through his soft curls, one hand staying on his ass. he moans into your ear, arms wrapped around your shoulders and thighs beginning to close around yours, your clothing being the only thing separating you.

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