S L O W T O W N

Tumultuous (NSFW)

"Smells like love," he grins, Josh blushing, taking a bit on his fingers, a small taste test.

"Taste like it too," he hums, gently placing it next to Tyler's thighs.

He slips down, kissing along his stomach, stopping to suck his skin.

"Mark me,"

Josh looks up, holding onto ribs. Dipping his head back down, starting from his chest, he takes a nipple between his teeth, very carefully grinding his jaw back and forth, Tyler letting out a loud gasp.

Josh then sucks the middle of his chest, making sure to leave a hickey behind, just under the nipple he had nipped, he sucks another, the lubed fingers now rotating and pinching the opposite nipple, Tyler's unsure huffs and squeaks picking up.

Josh moves slightly lower, palming against both hard nipples, skin pulling up in his mouth, large purple marks left behind.

"J-Joshy," Tyler groans out, his own hands unsure of what they should do, roaming the blanket and sheet, gripping tight.

Josh stops for a split second, pulling his own shirt off, Tyler reaching for him, cupping his face.

Legs tangle, a throat exposed for the younger to bite at, head tilted back by needy tan hands, neon yellow hair locked tightly in fingers, tugging hard.

There's a moment for adjustment, nudging thighs apart, pulling off a shared t-shirt from the younger boy, it lands somewhere in the darkness.

The older slips down, marking his territory with purple-blue bruises, fingers scratching exposed hip bones.

He bites into Tyler's thigh, the boy yelling out in pain but Josh doesn't stop, he keeps biting, nosing the outline of Tyler's erection as it lays trapped under fabric.

Josh grips his hips, pulling them up slightly.

"Move up like that, yeah there you go," Josh praises, Tyler nibbling a finger as he watches his boyfriend work his own pants off, swiftly moving the pull Tyler's briefs off.

Tyler closes his eyes, ready for the blissful intrusion, but is greeted with a wet tongue pushing against him, slick fingers running across his shaft.

The younger squeals, hands spreading him apart for better access, Josh's experienced, magic tongue working him, moving up to suck the base of Tyler's cock, two fingers push inside but remain still, Josh tilting his head to take Tyler in his mouth, sliding his lips up and down the shaft.

He finally curls the two fingers, scissoring roughly.

The youngest's back arches high off the bed, Josh pushing him back down with a growl.

"You better not do that again,"

The fingers move quick, harshly, the tan boy using all restraint to not let his hips snap up, Josh finally taking the entirety of Tyler's cock down to the back of his throat, a third finger easily gliding into him.

"B-babe, p-please just," Tyler whines, his lover pulling off with a obscene wet pop.

"What do you want Ty?" Growling vocals reach half deaf ears, rushing blood blocking out coherent thoughts.

"Just fuck me, fuck me hard, let everyone know," Tyler yells out, Josh grinning, pulling his fingers out.

Kneeling, Tyler rolling onto his belly, ass up and presented to Josh, Josh squirts the lubricant directly onto him, smearing it lazily, holding each cheek in his hands, he lets a thumb dip inside for a moment, Tyler rocking back into it.

"Patience," Josh chuckles, his lover coming a long way from their first sexual encounter to now, always ready, always needing.

"Please?"

Well, the politeness has never changed at least.

The coloured boy lines up, easily entering all the way to the hilt, Tyler mumbling a cry into the pillow he was hugging, Josh staying there and waiting for another complaint.

Instead, Tyler begins to fuck himself on Josh, the older staying in place with Tyler pushing back, hips sporadicly snapping to his own weird pace.

The elder groans, beginning to rock with his partner, burying himself as deep as he could, Tyler's high pitched yelps partially silenced by feathers and fabric.

When he asks something and Josh can't hear it, he roughly grips Tyler's hair and lifts his head.

"What?"

"Hard harder really hard," Tyler spits out, propping up on his forearms, Josh biting his lip.

"Keep those hips still," Josh lets him go, keeping ahold of his hair and moves the other hand to grab ahold of the bed board.

The bed creaks loud and fast, Tyler screaming out the only word he remembers currently, Josh slamming into him.

His deep grunts and growls fill the air too and mix with the high screeches, bed posts smashing into the wall over and over.

Josh was glad there was enough room between dry wall and posts so his fingers wouldn't get crushed.

Tyler keeps yelling, Josh letting his hair go to cover his mouth.

He grabs Josh's wrist and guides his used fingers into his mouth, sucking and biting, letting screams out around them.

There's thumping from upstairs, trying to hint for the boys to be quiet but Josh yells out profanity.

"Oh god fuck me harder!" Tyler cries out, grinning around the fingers, Josh smirking knowing his motive.

"Fuck wait I'm gonna-"

Josh shoves his fingers deeper into the boys mouth, silencing him.

"You gonna cum?"

Tyler mumbles, nodding.

The quick rhythm continues until Tyler is screaming through a closed mouth, feeling his vocal chords tear.

He spills onto the covers below, Josh snapping forward one last time before popping out, letting Tyler's mouth be free.

Tyler quickly and tiredly spins, pushing Josh back onto the bed, watching him stroke himself into climax.

He wraps his lips around Josh's cock, letting him finish into his mouth, tasting artificial strawberries from the lube and his own natural secretions.

"Oh god," Josh grunts, a few hot spurts spewing into the younger's mouth, spilling down his face.

Tyler finally pulls away, flopping back onto the bed, swallowing a couple of times, but not bothering to wipe himself.

Josh's feet are near his face, so he promptly cuddles into his legs, feeling a now cold yet sticky substance under his hips, laying on his own climax.

They pant together for a moment, Josh crawling up the bed to hold onto Tyler tightly.

"Wanna go out for dinner?" Josh finally speaks, running sticky fingers through fluffy brown hair, a new appetite worked up.

There's no response, Josh tilting his lovers face up.

Tyler's lips are slightly parted, eyes shut.

"Did I kill you?" Josh whispers, Tyler not replying, instead a soft snore comes from him.

Josh unfolds from him, pulling his boxers back on and moving into the lounge room to let he worn out boy sleep.