*Tyler's POV*
"Tilly, don't do this. I don't want things to be awkward between us, we can talk if you really think that'd help. Come upstairs with me, please?" He pleaded, his bottom lip pouting out and his eyes fluttering hopefully. I groaned in frustration, feeling horrible that I couldn't comply to his demands as I turned to look out of my window instead. I wanted to go upstairs, of course, I wanted to make sure he was okay and that things between us weren't that awkward, but I couldn't. I'd had a very nagging problem since watching him orgasm, and it was definitely not going to help our situation if he noticed it. I didn't even have the excuse of sex enhancers, I was just genuinely turned on by my best friend. And not even just a little bit, I could hardly even look at him without my length throbbing and the memory of him climaxing replaying in my mind all over again. Just when I was convinced I wasn't going to have to re-live it yet again, I felt his fingertips brushing against my jaw lightly, making the images come flooding back to my mind.
I should have known something was up when he couldn't say the three words 'Yes, absolutely positive', but I'd related his stuttering and heavy breathing to him feeling sick. The last thing I wanted was for him to be sick and feel embarrassed about telling me. The only thing I cared about was that he felt okay. That was all I'd meant to do when I reached over to rub his thigh, to ensure he was feeling okay. I was in the process of doing my best to comfort him, when I'd been rendered speechless. He'd shifted suddenly, making my hand line up with the crotch of his pants instead, and bucked up into it. I was still confused at this point, but when he threw his head back and moaned, pressing into my palm harder so I could obviously feel the bulge in his pants, I definitely realized what was going on. At first I'd had the instinctive idea to pull my hand away, and I was about to do so, when my gaze landed on his face instead of his lap. His mouth hung wide open, short needy pants falling out of it as he screwed his eyes shut even further. He looked... fucking hot. That, had been where my problem began, and coincidentally, where Troye's had ended. I wanted to make him feel good suddenly, so instead of drawing away like I should have, I found myself pressing down and cupping his bulge through his pants. He moaned immediately in response, making my own length twitch at the noise. As he finished, still rutting against my hand, I felt my free hand trailing down to cup my own length, suddenly very thankful his eyes were squeezed shut.
Unfortunately, my problem had only gotten progressively worse the more I thought about what had happened, to the point I now had a raging hard-on and it was keeping me from spending time fixing things with my best friend like I should have been doing.
"I have a bag of cool ranch Doritos with your name on them." He purred suddenly, though the underlying desperation in his voice was obvious. He was going to be worried sick if I didn't come up stairs with him, that much was clear. I couldn't do that to him, not after how much he'd already worried tonight. I'd suck it up and go inside, like a good friend.
"Fine." I groaned, trying to still sound reluctant so he didn't think the Doritos had been the thing to change my mind completely. He gave a real smile then, actually showing his teeth and tilted his head to one side goofily. And suddenly his hand had left my jaw, his arms draping around my neck instead. Considering his body was still on the other side of the car, this wasn't a problem at first. Then suddenly he was crawling across the seats, making me resist the urge to squirm out of the embrace. I couldn't do that, that'd only make him more worried about our friendship. He crashed his torso against mine then, not helping how hot it felt all the sudden at all. He squeezed me tightly, making me tremble slightly in his arms.
"Let's go!" He beamed suddenly, his hot breath cascading over my sweaty neck and sending a whole new bout of sensations crashing over me. I jumped away from him until I was literally pressed up against the door, looking up and giving him an apologetic smile. He didn't seem fazed though, and I quickly realized he just thought I'd jumped away over how loud he was. I just nodded then, reaching over and opening my door. I got out and immediately went to readjust my pants, hoping to succeed in finding a comfortable position before Troye got out of the car. I managed, with seconds to spare as Troye bounced on his feet beside me. He gave an eager smile and I tried to return it, noticing how perky he was since he'd gotten his release. Must be nice.
"Come on!" He demanded, grabbing my wrist and tugging me along whether I was ready or not. I trailed behind him, subtly glancing down every now and then to check how noticeable my bulge was. I'd tilted my hips away from him as I walked, but I wasn't going to take any chances. He'd know the second he seen it why it was there, what else had happened that'd turn me on recently?
"This is our stop!" He said cheerily, gesturing to the door in front of us. I just nodded shyly, watching as he went to work unlocking the door. I wonder if he was being so cheery in hopes of lessening the awkward situation or if he was just genuinely that happy. I'd be pretty happy too if I actually got to cum, lucky bitch.
He swung the door open then, and I followed him inside and went straight to sit on the bed without even paying him any attention. He didn't seem to mind though, making a bee-line for the bedside table and tossing me the bag of chips he'd mentioned earlier.
"I, uh, I'm going to go get cleaned up. Make yourself at home" He explained, blushing slightly until I just nodded and tore my gaze away from his face. I didn't want to, I wanted to sit here and stare at him forever, imagining more-than-compromising things he could be doing for me, but I figured that'd only make the situation more awkward. I didn't hesitate to look back up when he turned around though, watching with a smirk at the tiny sashay of his hips as he headed over to the other side of the room. I still didn't look away as he began to search for clothes, biting my lip as I watched him start toward the bathroom with his back turned to me. Before he even entered the room he started to pull his shirt over his head, giving me a tiny glimpse at the torso I'd seen so many times before but hadn't meant anything until tonight. I listened as the door clicked shut behind him, letting out a quiet sigh as I fell back onto his bed. Now I get the lovely adventure of sorting out whether I have legitimate feelings for Troye, or if I just want in his pants. I don't plan to figure it out right now though. Surely it can wait another day and I can just have tonight to spend with my best friend like we always do. Well, like we always do aside from the fact he's hyped up on Viagra and I've spent the last ten minutes getting myself frustrated over sexual fantasies of him.
By the time Troye emerged I had already situated myself on his bed buried in his pillows, with my legs crossed and his laptop on my lap, which had nothing to do with anything I may or may not be trying to hide. He'd only taken ten minutes at the absolute most, but it didn't take long at all for me to get bored and seek out distractions, hence the laptop. He'd changed into a more comfortable outfit, a pair of baggy sweats and an equally baggy t-shirt. After a second of looking I realized the shirt looked familiar, rolling my eyes as I realized it was probably just one of mine he'd managed to steal. We always ended up leaving with each other's clothes when we hung-out, be it accidental or on purpose. We both had cute fashion senses, there was no harm in sharing it. Well, no harm until one of us eventually slipped up and filmed a video in the other's clothes, but we'd cross that bridge when we came to it.
"Hey." I greeted him warmly, looking up to smile at him. He just nodded in response, and I watched the leftover water droplets from his shower span the bridge of his nose. He let out a heavy sigh before falling onto the foot of the bed, just barely missing my feet. "It's been a rough night, huh?"
"You're telling me." He grumbled, hoisting himself up with his arms onto his hands and knees. I was a little bit ashamed that even just seeing him in that position had my mind wandering, blushing as I forced my eyes back to the screen. I bit my lip as I reblogged a post, listening to the bed squeak as he moved up to sit beside me. "We should watch a movie."
"I don't know, Troye, I wasn't kidding when I said I was tired." I mumbled, trying my best to sound apologetic as I said it. I also tried to make the lie sound convincing. I wasn't tired, I never got tired before midnight, but I doubt the truth would be the socially acceptable thing to say right now. I turned to face him, watching as he looked down at the small stretch of bed between us, nodding.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, you can go home if you want."
"Let's watch an episode of a show instead, they're shorter." I caved, watching as his head snapped back up with sparkling eyes. I hated myself for not being able to say no to him, even when it'd benefit me to do so, but I'd never regret it. How could I regret anything that made his face light up like that? Almost immediately he was sinking down and laying his head on my shoulder, our usual position for watching movies. I didn't really have a problem with it, I'd just never noticed before how his breath hit my neck at this angle. I hurriedly opened Netflix, swallowing nervously when Troye shuffled closer to me and cuddled the length of his body against the side of mine. This is fine, we cuddle all the time, it'd be weirder to shift away than embrace it.
"Don't make it a boring show." Troye muttered against my shoulder, his legs shifting around until they'd entwined with mine. I tried to keep a straight face, narrowing my eyes in determination. I hovered over the first show that looked decent, letting him read the description and awaiting his approval. He nodded against me eventually, and I clicked it.
As it turned out, I'd failed to follow his single request. This show was indeed boring. It'd been under the comedy section, but so far the most comedic thing to happen was the tragic excuse for make-up they had on the actors. I don't know what decade it was set in, but I was certain it wasn't acceptable at any time in history. I sighed, deciding to turn to Troye and see what his verdict was after about ten minutes of trying to struggle through watching it. I shifted under him, turning my head to face him slowly so I didn't end up brushing our lips together or something. Heaven knows I wouldn't be able to stop kissing him if I started.
I was actually pretty surprised to find him passed out on my shoulder, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I watched his eyelids flutter peacefully in his sleep. Well, I guess his opinion doesn't matter much after all. I didn't even bother to wipe my stupid grin off as I pulled the blankets further up, covering us both before I turned back to the computer. I clicked off the movie, instead going to youtube and deciding to catch up on some of my friends videos. I didn't have nearly as much of a problem staying with him if he wasn't conscious to care about or even notice my situation.
It was about twenty minutes later, when I came to regret my decision to stay. By now I'd managed to calm myself down and I'd even taken up editing the video I'd shot earlier today, figuring I'd be up long enough to finish it on Troye's computer then post it in the morning. I was so into it, that I hadn't noticed the barely-there movements beside me until a quiet moan filled the room. I tensed, my eyes going wide and my movements on the keyboard freezing. I didn't dare to turn my head, instead listening closely for any follow-up noises. Sure enough, now that I'd taken both of my headphones out, I could hear the heavy breathing next to my ear, the breath just barely hitting my neck now that I'd slid further down the bed. I groaned quietly in response, slowly turning my head again to check on him. I wasn't prepared to see his mouth hanging slightly agape, or the way his hair had fallen into his eyes adorably, or the way his eyebrows creased every couple seconds at whatever was going on in his unconscious mind. I was willing to bet it was something pretty great, especially when I noticed his hips were moving under the sheets. I took a shaky breath, realizing he was practically getting off against me for the second time today, save for the thin blanket between my leg and the crotch of his pants. I couldn't bring myself to move away though, instead even pressing my leg harder against him. His movements sped up in response, making me bite my own lip to hold back a moan. Shit, just when I'd started to get things under control.
I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do in this situation. Just ignore it and let him finish or try and wake him up? Either way it was going to be awkward, but at least if I tried to ignore it it wouldn't be awkward for him. Besides, it's not like he was harming anything, and he was obviously enjoying himself. I turned back to the computer, taking a deep even breath and tucking one headphone back in. I wanted to be able to hear if Troye woke up, because surely he'd demand some sort of explanation of why I was just willingly let him grind against my leg. Come to think of it, I should probably figure out an explanation myself.
I was in the process of deciding what I'd say if he woke up, and whether or not it was entirely wrong of me to get be getting turned on by this, when his hand landed on my chest. I froze, staying still as I waited to see what he'd do next. Sure enough, he began to move it after a few seconds, just barely skimming over my sensitized nipple and causing me to involuntarily buck my hips upward. This didn't really affect me that much, but it had my knee thrusting lightly against Troye's bulge, earning me the most sultry moan I'd ever heard. His hands clenched in his sleep, unknowingly grabbing fistfuls of my shirt.
"Tylah." He whined, his voice coming out strained from the obvious effort. It still came out coherent though, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I realized who he was dreaming about. I dared to look in his direction again, the new information giving me a new bout of confidence. His eyebrows were permanently scrunched up now, his breath coming out in much louder pants as he approached his high. I tried desperately to swallow the lump in my throat, wondering what was going on in his mind right now. What I was doing to him right now.
He was whimpering almost constantly now and my own arousal was beginning to strain against my boxers all over again, making me seriously worry about what was going to happen if he did end up waking up. I was beginning to consider pushing him off when he rolled over suddenly, his left leg weaving between mine. I groaned, trying to resist the urge to rut up against his thigh now that it had fallen right in line with the crotch of my pants. He didn't hold back though, continuing to move his hips even now when he was on top of me. With each movement he ground down harder against my bulge, and I could physically feel my restraint slipping as his whines and moans got more desperate.
"T-Troye!" I gasped out finally, my eyes falling shut as I pushed him off of me. He let out a disgruntled noise, lifting his head out of the pillows to stare at me with hazy eyes.
"W-What's going on?" He mumbled, furrowing his brows as he looked around the room. I didn't have that freedom, my eyes were stuck pinned to where the blanket had fallen just below his hips. I could see the outline of his length through the thin sweatpants, and it was absolutely all I could think about right now. Inevitably he noticed this, his eyes following mine and going wide when they realized what I was staring at. "Tyler?"
"Just, shut-up." I groaned, rolling over to straddle his waist. He gasped at this, likely noticing that he wasn't the only one hard. My lips crashed against his before he had the chance to say anything else, not wanting to explain myself right now. We could talk later, right now I was going to fuck him, consequences be damned.
Surprisingly, for a disoriented person who had just woken up, he was an amazing kisser. I caught his bottom lip between mine, grazing my teeth over it lightly before running my tongue along it. His tongue met with mine eagerly, darting forward as if begging me to cut it out and just kiss him. Really kiss him. I gave in, thrusting my tongue into his mouth just as his hands came up to grip my back. I was actually a bit shocked by how well he was taking this, but I guess he had just been dreaming about doing this anyway. We just kissed for awhile, though as the time between him digging his nails into my back began to get less and less I decided to give him what he was obviously asking for. I pulled away from the kiss, only so I could lock eyes with him as I moved my hips against his. He moaned, throwing his head back as his hips lifted up to meet mine, obviously searching for friction. I decided to attempt teasing him for a bit longer, purposely hoisting myself further away from him as he tried to close the distance.
"Tyler, I swear to god, not the time." He growled out through clenched teeth, his hands skimming my back and instead coming to rest on my jean-clad ass, groping it as he held me in place, forcing me to let him grind our erections together needily. I let my head fall against his shoulder as he picked up a steady rhythm, groaning quietly with each snap of his hips. Once I'd regained my composure I sat up on his lap, staring down at him and smirking at his completely wrecked state already. His hair was a mess and he was covered in sweat, and it was only making me more excited for the main event.
I gripped my shirt, carelessly tearing it over my head and throwing it to the other side of the room. Almost immediately afterward Troye lifted his hand, running it over my stomach so lightly I could barely feel his touch. His fingers stopped at the waist of my jeans, but only for a second before they were expertly undoing the button. Someone was definitely a little over-eager.
"I've got it, just worry about yourself." I blurted impatiently, rolling off of him only to lift my hips off the bed, silently sliding the clothing down my legs. I didn't stop at just the jeans either, not even hesitating to squirm out of my boxers as well. I turned to Troye then, happy to see he'd already discarded his shirt. He was shimmying out of his pants now, and I couldn't help but smirk when I seen he'd gone commando underneath them. Whatever, one less clothing layer to take off. He kicked his pants off then, carelessly leaving them somewhere under the sheets and then turning to me with wide eyes.
"What now?" He panted, making me smile as the familiar tentative personality I was used to shone through. It was very clear I'd be the one calling the shots tonight, but I didn't mind. In fact, I'd be lying if I said the thought of Troye completely submissive underneath me didn't have my heart beating just a little bit faster.
"Lube. Do you have lube?" I asked bluntly, getting right to the point as I grew fed up with my own teasing games. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. He blushed at my words, his eyes averting to stare down at the bed instead of at me.
"Uh, no?" He asked, sounding almost unsure of himself. I groaned, sitting up to stare down at him.
"Why not?"
"I didn't exactly plan on fucking anyone this trip!" He snapped, glaring up at me like it was my fault. He was obviously upset about it though, and the last thing I wanted was for him to think he'd done something wrong. It wasn't something wrong, it just... complicated things.
"Ugh, get on your hands and knees." I demanded, deciding this was the fastest way to prepare him. He quirked his eyebrows but did as he was told, rolling onto his hands and knees in the least graceful way imaginable. I didn't call him out on it though, only rushing to situate myself behind him. I ran my hands up the back of his thighs, letting them come to a stop on either cheek and spreading them apart.
"Tyler?" He asked, his tone almost nervous like he thought I was about to go in dry or something. I rolled my eyes, leaning forward and deciding to reassure him in the simplest way. I lapped my tongue over his entrance just once, but that seemed to be all it took as he was moaning immediately afterward, his hips thrusting forward as he searched for friction that just wasn't there. "Oh god, Tyler!"
I took this as approval, pawing at one of his cheeks as I stuck my tongue out again, this time deciding to actually push in. I flicked my tongue over his opening before thrusting it into him, groaning as I noticed how much his legs were trembling as he tried to hold himself up. He was repeatedly panting my name now, though it was difficult to distinguish half the time. If I'd had use of my mouth right then I may have smirked, especially because I knew this wasn't even the half of what I could do to pleasure him and he was already this desperate, but as it was I had more important things to occupy my tongue with. I curved it inside of him, knowing it was going to brush against his spot but definitely not prepared for the reaction I got. He cried out, a strained mewl as he pushed back further against me. He shifted his weight to one side, and I knew exactly what he was doing even before I drew back to validate my suspicions. Sure enough, he'd drawn his hand back, his long fingers wrapped around his shaft as he hastily tried to get himself off. I reached around his legs, strictly gripping his wrist and halting his movements.
"No, I'm going to make you cum just from this." He whimpered in response to my words, almost hesitantly bringing his hand back up to hold himself up.
"Okay, fine, but hurry. I'm ready, I swear I'm ready." He panted out, looking over his shoulder at me with his eyes wide and pleading. I smirked, knowing he'd been ready forever ago now. I sat back on my knees, making a spinning motion with my hand. He took the hint, spinning around to sit in front of me, mirroring my position. I was surprised when I didn't even have to tell him what to do, watching as he immediately bent over so his face was in front of my length. He looked up at me through his lashes then, an almost devious look flashing in his eyes and alerting me he wasn't nearly as innocent as he liked to let on. His teasing game started then, his tongue just barely touching me as it ran up the underside of my length. I groaned, not happy at all to have the tables turned. He seemed completely in his element though, wrapping his lips around my tip so lightly it was hard to tell he was even there. Just when I was on the verge of thrusting into his mouth out of desperation, his tongue flicked across my slit harshly. I gasped at the simple movement, my hands coming up to knot in his hair. He tightened his lips around me then, suctioning them so tightly his cheeks hollowed as he started to bob his head up and down, taking me further into his mouth with each set of movements. I grunted, watching through hooded eyes as he slid me out of his mouth, the cliche popping noise filling the room as his warmth left me. I expected him to get into position then, but instead he bent further down, looking up at me and winking just once before taking my balls into his mouth. I tugged at his hair much rougher in response, feeling a bit bad before he let out a quiet moan, alerting me he was enjoying it just as much as I was.
I didn't hesitate to push him down on the bed the second his mouth left me, suddenly not nearly as cautious about being rough with him. If watching him suck me off had done anything, it had proven there was a big difference between Troye in the streets and Troye in the sheets. He whined needily now that my hand was more or less pinning him to the mattress by his lower back, and I was actually about to let him go and give him what he was so obviously asking for, when I noticed his hips were moving.
"I thought I told you not to touch yourself." I growled, my hand coming down and slapping his ass before I even had time to think it through. I didn't regret it though, especially not when he let out a quiet moan and thrusted harder against the bed.
"I'm not." He panted out, answering me after about ten seconds had passed. I rolled my eyes, grabbing his hips and lifting them off the bed. He went along with it, though I noticed his hips still bucked forward searching for friction even when there wasn't any there. I'd planned on keeping him in this position and letting him bury his face in the pillows as I did him, but suddenly I changed my mind as I flipped him over, pinning him down by his hips. He gasped, looking up and locking eyes with me again. If you told me this morning I'd have Troye Sivan spread out on a bed underneath of me, his eyes almost black with lust as they met with mine, and breath coming out in short pants, I would have called you insane. Yet now, I couldn't think of a better way to spend my night.
"That still counts, Troye." I purred finally, responding to him as I leaned forward, kissing his neck as I brought one of my hands down to make sure I was still slicked up with his saliva.
"Well, f-fuck, Ty, I'm sorry. Maybe if you weren't such a goddamn tease, this wouldn't be a problem." He panted out, both of his hands coming to rest on my back like earlier. This time there wasn't any clothing separating us though, and I knew already I'd be sporting a set of long red scratches by the time I was finished with him.
"I am not a tease, I just like a lot of foreplay. I fully intend to follow through with everything I do." I laughed, pulling away from his neck to place a single sweet kiss on his lips. He shook his head quickly, likely more to get his damp hair out of his eyes than in response to me.
"Yeah, well, can you follow through a bit quicker maybe?" He snapped, glaring up at me. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, deciding to give him exactly what he was asking for as I hurriedly lined myself up, thrusting into him completely in one swift movement. "Ah, god, Tyler! Not what I meant!"
"You should have been more specific." I panted out roughly, letting my forehead come down to rest on his collarbone again as he got used to the sensation. I bit down on my lip as I felt him clench around me, trying to get his muscles to relax. This would have been fine, had I not been so close to the edge myself. It took every bit of self-restraint I had not to thrust into him before he was ready, and I swear I sent a thank-you to the gods when he finally let out the breath he'd been holding, slapping me on the back.
"Okay, go." He said simply, though that was more than enough for me. I moved my hips forward slowly, eyeing him cautiously to make sure he was comfortable. I had been a little quick to push into him. His eyes had fallen shut so I couldn't read them, and I wasn't sure what way to interpret his mouth hanging open and panting desperately. So instead I kept up my slow pace, even deciding to cheekily thrust into him at just the right angle to just-barely brush against his prostate. He groaned, his hands clenching and his nails digging into my shoulder blades. His eyes opened then, looking hazy like earlier until they met with mine and came back into focus. "Faster than that. Rougher, too."
"Demanding little thing, aren't ya?" I chuckled, though secretly I was actually very happy for his insight. He rolled his eyes at my sarcastic tone, bring a hand up to smack me on the back of the head.
"Just shut-up and make me cum." I narrowed my eyes at his demanding tone now, purposely snapping my hips forward when I knew he wasn't expecting it. He gasped, hands sliding across my back as he tried to find something to grip. My hands found his stomach, just sitting there and saturating in the feeling of his abdominal muscles contracting for a moment. I moved them quickly then, digging my nails into his hips as I gripped them tightly, lifting him off the bed just slightly so I could change my angle. I didn't hesitate to thrust into him as soon as I'd chosen my position, earning another moan as he clenched around me. He didn't even have to tell me I was hitting his spot, he made it very clear in other ways. I continued my desperate pace, the bed hitting the wall with each of my thrusts. Troye was a complete mess beneath me, a constant steam of moans and grunts filling the room as he chased his high. I'd noticed his hand sliding down toward his length once, but as if he'd remembered on his own it promptly found it's way back to my shoulder, gripping tightly again. He was moving down on the bed to meet each of my movements now, obviously trying to make the most out of each thrust.
"Oh god, Tyler, I'm gonna-" I paused my hips upon hearing these words, only to start out a painfully slow pace seconds later. Of course I wanted to continue our rougher one, but I also wasn't quite ready to give up this moment. Besides, as I'd recently found out, there was nothing I loved more than a sexually frustrated Troye pushed to the very edge of climaxing. "Are you kidding me right now?"
"I don't know, I kind of like the slower pace." I said breathlessly, rolling my hips against his in a long slow grind. He let his head lift from the pillows, eyes locking with mine in a glare. I felt both of his hands moving down my back slowly, coming to rest at the dip in my lower back and forcefully pulling me forward, deeper into him. I didn't resist, but I also didn't aid him in his quest to get more friction, causing a frustrated groan to roll off of him moments later. He seemed to give up then, moving one hand back up to cup my jaw.
"Tyler." He purred quietly, like he was trying to reason with me. I definitely didn't mind this persuasive side of Troye, especially not when he trailed his hand down my neck, pausing and tweaking my nipple.
"Maybe if you asked nicely-"
"Are you asking me to beg? Because I'll do it. Please, Tyler, please. I'll do anything you ask, I swear. Please?" I watched him bat his eyelashes as he looked up at me, my restraint detiorating at the desperate look on his sweat-covered face. I hoisted myself up further on the bed, leaning forward to grip the headboard, smirking down at Troye and enjoying the look of anticipation on his face as he watched me switch positions.
As soon as I was comfortable with my choice of position, I obliged his request. I drove into him needily, my hips jolting forward quicker than I thought possible. He definitely seemed pleased with it, his hands flying over both my chest and my back and eventually ending up in the sheets. I clenched my jaw, my own orgasm approaching fast at our new-found pace. I was so caught up in my own sensations I didn't notice how much Troye had started to squirm underneath of me, not until a high-pitched cry filled the room and his head was thrown back into the pillows.
"T-Thank-you! Oh god! Tilly!" He moaned, clenching around me as he rode out his climax. Seeing as my eyes couldn't meet with his face that was thrown back into the pillows, they instead landed on his stomach. I watched his muscles flex, biting back my own moan when I seen him spill into the shallow dip of his navel. I was near my own peak now, especially after all the clenching he'd just done around me. After just a couple more deep thrusts, I was done for. I collapsed onto his chest, my open mouth finding his neck and not kissing or biting, instead solely panting against his hot skin as bliss began to envelope me. I gave spastic shallow thrusts as I came, my eyes falling shut as Troye purposely clenched around me more. I gave an appreciative hum, wordlessly pressing a light kiss against his Adam's apple before pulling out.
I rolled over immediately afterward, needing my own space considering how hot it had gotten in the room. We sat in silence, aside from the loud pants as we each tried to calm ourselves down. It was about a minute later that Troye's hand found mine, weaving his fingers through and giving it a light squeeze. I could sense he was slightly nervous through the action, with good reason to. He'd just woken up and I'd practically ravaged the poor kid, I'd be confused as hell in his position. I rolled onto my side, giving him a wide smile as I studied his eyes for any signs of regret. When I found none my smile widened even further, my hand coming up to brush his now-soaked hair out of his eyes.
"Don't be surprised if I'm the one that drugs your drink with Viagra next time, holy fuck." I panted, earning a playful shove from him seconds later. Yet as soon as he'd shoved me away he grabbed my arm, pulling me back and letting his head fall against my chest. It felt sweaty and gross to have his body pressed up against mine right now, but it was worth it to have him this close. I was actually beginning to drift off to sleep when I felt him pinch my side.
"If I wake up throughout the night again we're going for round two, whether you're into it or not."
A/n: I WOKE UP LIKE DISSS, I WOKE UP LIKE DISSS. UGHUguhhguhGUhugyjigjh. IIIIIIIIIII. I've been writing for too long, I'm losing my mind. Okay so uhm, I'm not happy with how this turned out at all but like, I couldn't write new smut until I finished this so here ya go, wam bam la jam take what you can get. That's what I say like dubain roaches paceeefjhfefkf. On a slightly more sane note, I have no idea what this author's note has become but like, sorry about saying I'd update this ages ago and not doing this but sometimes. SOMETIMES, I just like to leave you all hanging and laugh at your pain. WOspospsowsw. ALSO I CANT BE BOTHERED TO EDIT THIS SO IF I SAID ANYTHING WEIRD OR NOT HOT LITERALLY DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF BECAUSE SOMETIMES HUMANS NEED TO GO DOWNSTAIRS AND EAT SOME GODDMAN GRAPES AND THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO DO RN SO I'M NOT EDITING SO PEACE OUT BITCHASCIOITOS IM GOING TO EAT SOME GRAPES.