”Mm,” The taller lad smirked, his eyes running over the boys frame. “You’re so hot, move your hands.” He instructed, pulling his tight red shirt up over his head, and tossed it to the ground, quickly working on his jeans.
Hardie obeyed the older male’s commands, quickly removing his hands and letting the erection bounce up in the air. “You’re hot,” he repeated back to him, almost too quietly. He watched with large eyes as the boy began stripping, his cock beginning to pulsate, bobbing up and down in the cold air of the room. “Should I lie down?” he asked, unknowing that he was asking a dumb question, that he should be ripping the clothes off the other male and shoving his cock down his throat
I’m gonna do laundry so I’ll be in and out for the next couple hours. Feel free to message me if you’d like to plot anything with any of my ratchets!
“… Shut the fuck up.” There it was, him blabbering on again without thinking about what he was saying. With a quiet groan, he got up, pushed Thompson down onto the couch, and straddled his lap aggressively. “If you tell anyone about this— I swear to fuckin’ God—” He didn’t finish his sentence, instead, he just forced Thompson’s hands onto his ass and ground them against the other’s firm grip, slamming their lips together in a needy kiss.
Thomas didn’t speak. He simply smiled through the messy kiss, letting his tongue explore the entirety of Michael’s mouth. He slipped his hands inside of the boy’s jeans, gripping the boy’s bare cheeks roughly in both hands. His only need know was to please the other male.
”Likin’ what I like doesn’t make me a bitch, and it sure as hell doesn’t make me your bitch. You’re gonna have to try a bit harder than that.” So maybe Michael liked to play hard to get, but the truth was, he was secretly thrilled to be someone’s bitch.
”I didn’t say anything about you being my bitch. That’s just your subconscious talking, mate.” Thompson was tired of the games. Were they going to fuck or not? “Is that what you like? Being another man’s little bitch?”
He can’t help but smirk. “Oh you know me so well, don’t you?”
He let soft growl form in his throat. “Well enough.” He wasn’t in the mood to argue. He had simply been hoping for a nice hook-up, not a fight with some random dude.
"So, does mean we can’t fuck anymore?" Tobias raised his eyebrows at the male, "Look, if you have a girlfriend now, you probably shouldn’t be fucking around with other people. I don’t want to get in the middle of things, you know? You should have told me she was your girlfriend."
"The fuck are you talking about?" Jay asked, spinning himself around in the rolling leather chair to look at the other male. "I don’t have a girlfriend. She was just a girl that needed to be fucked — it’s just business, got it? You, on the other hand,” he began, chuckling softly as he stood and began to make his way towards the boy. Jay dug his fingers around the waist of the other male’s jeans, pulling the boy’s lower half closer towards his. “I get to fuck you for fun, babe.”