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at first he found it weird. maybe because it is weird.
he'd been living for under six months in this apartment when the first letter arrived. he'd just gotten home from work, thinking of just how much he missed the campus dorms, when he opened the door and spotted the letter on the floor before him.
although calling it letter was being a bit generous; it was just a piece of paper that was presumably ripped from a journal. josh thinks he can tell the brand by the blue lines in the border of the page.
now, when you're starting your last year of college you really think you've seen it all. josh actually thought that nothing could surprise him anymore at this point—he truly believed there wasn't a single think in the world he had yet to witness.
but when he took the letter in between his fingers, reading the words hand-written on it, josh almost fainted. not because he was reading something that someone slipped under his door while he wasn't home, but because of how—special? intimate? the letter was.
it felt like it wasn't meant for him. josh felt like he was reading something he wasn't supposed to read.
saw you on campus again today.
maybe it's weird how much i like you.
maybe i don't care.
i hope you don't care.
i have the feeling that you will though.
that's fine.
that was all the content. those six lines were all that josh read. no sender, no recipient; just those thirty-three words that made josh feel off.
it's not like his love life is a complete failure; he's had his fair amount of both partners and one-night stands. josh thinks he can tell he has a pretty decent love life—but there's a difference between having a good love life in which you sent each other letters, and receiving a letter with no name on it.
yeah, he wasn't in the mood for that bullshit.
josh left the note face down on the counter, determined to forget about it and go on with his life. and he did actually; the next days passed without much of a stand out. josh navigated through college classes and work with only the thought of going back home occupying his mind every passing minute.
a new letter arrived a week later.
josh was tired. he always is, but something about that day drained all the energy from him to the point he didn't even acknowledged the letter on the floor at first. he walked past it, closing the door behind him and throwing his backpack on the couch before flopping down besides it immediately.
it was only once he stood up to stretch that he noticed the piece of paper on the floor, still waiting for him to pick it up and read it. josh frowned, thinking it may be some kind of sick prank or something. it wouldn't be the first time he has to fight a teenager to get them to stop pestering him.
just like the prior week, he took the letter and read it, out loud this time.
i'd love to ask you out, but maybe you'll think i'm being ridiculous.
or maybe you won't. i wouldn't be mad though.
maybe if you yelled at me, i'd just stare and wait for you to finish to ask you again.
maybe you'd say yes then. i hope you do if i gather the courage.
i'd love for you to make me beg though.
josh blinked, rereading through the words once, twice and then making the letter into a ball and throwing it into the trash. he went on with his night, but the words don't leave him alone. he lied in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the few last written words; "i'd love for you to make me beg though"? who even writes something like that?
josh realizes then that, for sure, there are a couple strange people out there. maybe he's one of them and doesn't even know it. maybe he isn't.
this is too hard to just make something out of it by himself. he picks up his phone from the nightstand and opens his chat with debby.
you
hey
22:57 ✔✔
debbs
hi?
thought you were dead
yknow
since you decided you didn't felt like talking to me for 5 days
22:59
you
i literally spent the weekend at your place??
stop acting like i hate you
ive been busy ok? im sorry
23:02 ✔✔
debbs
i accept your apologies <3
now i know you didn't write just to say youre sorry
what happened???
23:04
you
this is really weird but
i think received a note?
23:05 ✔✔
he skipped over the fact that it was actually the second note he received.
debbs
????
wdym you *think* you received a note?
you either have a note in your hands or you don't josh
its not that hard
23:08
you
rude
but yeah, i received a note
wait, here
photo ➀
23:09 ✔✔
debbs
oh my god???
ok firstly who the fucks writes like that?
secondly congrats. you have a secret admirer now!!
don't call me if they try to kill you
23:11
you
thanks for being such an amazing friend
23:11 ✔✔
debbs
you love me
anyway
it has a name or smh?
23:12
you
nope
you thinks is like
a stalker or pervert or anything similar?
should i be worried?
23:13 ✔✔
debbs
not sane person leaves a note without leaving at least a name or number too so
yeah, it's a weirdo
but like
at least they write decently??
take care though. and lmk if anything new happens
23:15
you
i hate to say this but you're right
anyway, im tired so im gonna go to bed already
see you and love u
23:16 ✔✔
debbs
love u too !!!
don't get killed in your sleep !!
23:16
you
can't promise anything !!!
23:17 ✔✔
the days keep passing. the letters keep coming. sometimes with just two or three days between them; others, josh realizes a week has passed since he last saw that crooked writing.
for some reason, he finds himself waiting for them. it's like a little reward to be honest: coming home from a shitty day both at classes and his awful job, just to find a piece of paper on his floor with words that, if they were to come out of someone's mouth, josh would get on one knee without thinking twice.
god, this past month he found like what, a letter almost every day? the person leaving them sure isn't scared of josh finding out who they are. josh thinks he wouldn't be able to risk everything like that; he'd die from embarrassment.
but the letters keep coming.
they also keep on getting more, and more, and more sexual. josh believes the person writing them has an humiliation kink or something because dear god the things that mysterious stalker writes. josh doesn't even know how to react at first.
he knows he should be weirder out. where he to tell any of his friends about this little admired of his, they would tell him to go to the police right away. josh would say that it's not necessary, but they would insist.
the first time a letter got even a little too—explicit, josh had to close his eyes and hide his face in his hands. not like anyone was there to see the blush on his cheeks, but still, he felt shy. this stranger was saying things josh couldn't ever imagine someone saying to him.
still, he doesn't put a stop to all this. so, the letters keep coming.
he reads them, leaves them over the counter, the table, his bed. at one point, for some reason even he can't comprehend, josh starts to keep them; he stores them inside the bottom drawer, a place where he didn't know what to put in at first, but now the letters had found a home inside of it.
he doesn't read them again after storing them. he just waits for the next—which is weird because, back when he received the first one, josh didn't think he'd even be interested in this whole situation at all.
he's twenty five for god's sake. he has more important things to worry about like graduating or finding a better job where he can earn a bit more just so he can finally buy that stupid drum kit he's been dying to get.
he no longer has time to go out of his way to read silly notes and try to find who is delivering them. he's not an unemployed teenager anymore.
but he does. go out of his way, i mean; he forgets about everything else as soon as he opens the front door and spots a piece of paper on the floor. is starting to consume him, whatever this things between him and the stranger it's called.
he craves to know more, to read more detailed letters. josh needs to know a name, a nickname, anything. there's this little beast inside him that wishes, maybe ingenuously, for only a sign that he isn't dreaming, that the last weeks, the last three months and a half, have been real.
there's a new letter when he gets home.
josh grabs it but doesn't read it right away as he usually does. it feels wrong for some reason. he decides to wait until after dinner, when he'll already under the bed covers. something tells him that this letter will be somewhat different from all the others.
he makes dinner and eats slowly. he tries to prepare himself for whatever he'll read. once he cleaned everything up, josh takes the letter from where he left it over the kitchen counter and walks to his room.
he changes into just a pair of old shorts and a plain gray shirt. he takes his headphones —because he's a hundred percent sure he won't be able to sleep after reading the letter— and grabs the piece of paper to start reading.
missed you these days i didn't went to class.
i know we're not even close in age. but it was nice coming across you
on the hallways.
wish i wasn't so young. maybe you'd notice me.
i wouldn't have to spend so much time with myself.
i wouldn't be so alone.
i'd have you to touch me.
i couldn't focus on class after seeing you across the hall.
had to go to the bathroom to calm down.
my hands weren't enough.
maybe yours would be. maybe not.
in needed you though. wanted you with me in that stall. i
neededneed to feel your hands. your mouth.bet you'd feel good inside me.
bet you'd fill me perfectly, especially once you come inside my…
josh can't help the way his hand trails down hid body, eyes closing and gripping harder the letter. he sighs as he wraps his fingers around himself.
brows pinching, he gives an experiment stroke to his cock before deciding that the dryness does not cooperate. he takes his hand out of his shorts and after collecting a decent amount, he spits down onto his palm.
"god," he breathes.
it feels ten times better. he slowly brings his hand up and down his dick. he turns his head, glassy eyes rereading the words on the page he's still holding. he sucks on a breath, hips bucking up at the image of some pretty boy writing those words.
it's been a while since he got laid. work and college keep him busy and torment him enough during the week. josh feels like, until he isn't over with his degree, he can forget about even find someone to hook up with.
he's used though. maybe that's why simply words written over a piece of paper are enough to draw a whine out of him, mind flood with possibilities of someone out there so obsessed and willing to hand him all the control even for just a night.
he comes like that: inside his shorts, letter wrinkled between his fingers and eyes closed with the image of some cute boy on his hands and knees behind his eyelids.
josh thinks he should feel at least a bit embarrassed about what he just did. it can't be normal to do that—to jerk off at the image of a someone he doesn't even know, getting hot all over from nothing more than a bunch of words.
all he can manage is to let the piece of paper fall to the floor, clean his hand on the inside of his boxers and pass out like that.
he wakes up the next morning, a headache building on his forehead and with images of last night flashing on his mind. he cringes at the memory of it all, specially how he didn't took the time to go and wash his hands. he sighs with resignation and gets up, grabbing his phone on the way to the bathroom.
it's been five days since the last letter. it's also been five days since josh got off to it.
josh is currently waiting for his first class of the day to start. he's also waiting for mark, who suggested they meet up and walk to it together, but he's a good ten minutes late and there's only twenty more until josh gets up from this chair and goes on his own.
he's absentmindedly scrolling on his phone when he begins to get this feeling that someone's watching him. he turns around only to found an empty spot behind him—-there's nothing more than the white walls of the building's common area.
he returns to scrolling through twitter, finding nothing more than the usual copy and paste tweets from bots, someone complaining about something so stupid that it makes josh feel he just lost at least five braincells, and two or three actually interesting posts that he likes.
once again, josh feels the back of his neck sting slightly—like someone's trying to burn holes through his skull. he hesitates to turn around, not wanting the person to run away once again, so he acts clueless.
josh keeps scrolling as if nothing's happening, but he's way too conscious about the fact that he's being watched for his likening. still, he remains in his spot and reading the tweet on his screen in hopes of finding the right momento to turn around and catch the person in the act.
he fails miserably, of course, jumping in his seat when he feels a hand land on his shoulder. shoulder. "for fuck's sake—," he lets out before looking up to find a very concerned mark, staring at him like he just cursed his entire family. "can you not do that?"
mark sits down on the chair besides him. "you jumped like a scared cat dude. did you saw a ghost or something?," he says with a laugh.
josh rolls his eyes and flips him off. "whatever. what took you so long dude? i've been waiting for like, twenty minutes for you to get your ass here," he says, clearly upset.
mark puts his backpack on the floor before flopping down on the puf besides josh, taking his laptop and starting to type something josh can't read. "my alarm didn't go off, sorry," he answers. "also, do you know that guy?" he makes a small movement with his head.
josh follows the direction mark's pointing at only to find a man —well, more like a boy— quickly adverting his eyes when he notices josh catched him staring at him like a creep before beginning to walk away fast enough that if josh were to go behind him, he'd lose him seconds.
he didn't catch much of him, only short brown hair and a posture that screamed »i'm uncomfortable just existing please, do not perceive me in any capacity». josh frowns but just shrugs it off and turns around to face mark again, who's still typing idly on his keyboard.
he shakes his head but then realizes mark isn't even paying him attention. "no, i—i don't. why?"
mark just hums. "he was looking at you like, i dunno, like he knew you, so i just thought maybe he was a friend you never tole me about or somethin'," he explains. "but if not, then i guess you have a secret admirer. congrats though, at least you now have a chance to gat laid."
josh snorts. "oh shut up. both of us know i have enough people on my dms." he doesn't. mark doesn't need to know that though or he'll never let josh forget it.
"if that let's you sleep at night, then sure buddy," he says with a smirk. josh smacks him in the arm before standing and telling him that is time to get going. "yeah, yeah, lemme just finish this and i'll be right behind you."
josh nods and hangs his own backpack on his shoulder. "i'll go get something from the vending machine. want anything?" mark mumbles a «no, thanks». "great. be right back then."
it's almost two weeks after his strange encounter with the boy in the uni common room when josh is making his way back home. completely forgetting about what might be waiting for him, if another note or an empty spot when he gets inside his apartment, josh takes the elevator to his floor.
he got to enjoy his day this time; his boss had emailed all of the workers who had a shift today, letting them know that, due to a personal event in his life, the place would have to remain closed today.
should he be worried? maybe—god knows what that personal event is, but josh doesn't care enough about his boss to give a single fuck. unless that bastard gets run over and he loses his job, josh does not care what happens to him or in his life.
the only downside is that he won't get paid—but whatever. at least he has a free day and can actually relax instead of going to sleep as soon as he gets home.
he's humming the melody to the song blasting on his headphones absently when he turns the corner, eyes looking up from the carpet and crossing with a stranger's own. a really familiar stranger. he recognizes those brown curls and the posture pleading to not be noticed.
josh freezes as soon as he realizes that this man —who looks like he just saw god or a ghost, big brown eyes staring at josh in horror— is the same guy he saw a couple weeks back staring at him from the distance. he's also currently kneeling in front of his door, hand half-sliding a piece of paper beneath it.
the boy's eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up and staying very still where he's crouching on the floor. josh remains where he is, complete unsure of how to proceed faced with a scenario that he never considered even possible, much less when he was just chilling and making his way home thinking of all the possibilities now that he had a free day after god knows how long.
he's been, for weeks, receiving and reading letters from someone who never had a face, much less a name, and now here he is: face to face with a boy, who looks no older than twenty, sliding a letter josh would've read if he came home maybe a minute late.
maybe five minutes later and josh would've come across him in the elevator, or the building's hall, not even suspecting of who he might be.
josh knows he should run. he knows he's facing the person who's turned his life in a guessing game of «will i or won't i receive a new creepy and overly sexual letter today?», and that he should bolt out of here.
he doesn't. he starts walking.
his steps echo in the deadly silence of the hallway, the boy slowly retracting his hand from where it was slipping the letter under josh's door and standing up in shaky legs.
josh doesn't say a word as he retrieves the keys from his backpack and opens the door to his apartment. neither does he speaks as he grabs the boy from the collar of his shirt and closes the door as he slams him against it.
"who are you?," josh asks, his tone dropping as he stares directly into his—stalker? eyes. there isn't another word to describe someone who, not only send you sexual letters without any kind of name, but who also stares at you in a room full of people hoping you won't see him in the crowd.
brown irises stare back in panic. "i—look, i'm sorry i didn't, i really didn't—," the boy rushes out.
josh slams him against the wood again. "i made you a fucking question," he says, voice still harsh as he speaks. "who are and why the fuck have you been leaving letters under my door for the last three months?"
the boy swallows thickly. "look, i'm—i'm really sorry okay? i never—this is, like," he rushes out, like that can somehow justify the sick routine he's kept. "i don't—i have no idea what came over me it just, i just did it until—" he stops, eyes suddenly closing in fear.
josh takes a moment to breath and, after a couple seconds, he sighs and lets go of the boy's shirt. he keeps his hands in his shoulders. "okay. great," he huffs out. "what's your name kid?"
the boy cracks a single eye open and visibly relaxes when he notices josh has calmed down. "i'm—my name's tyler," he answers. "and 'm not a kid, for the record."
josh cocks an eyebrow. "yeah? how old are you?"
tyler stares at the floor as he says, "i turned nineteen last month."
josh has to bite back a chuckle. "and i'm twenty four. maybe you're not a kid, but you're way too young to be writing—those things, especially to someone my age," josh points.
"i dunno. i don't care," tyler stutters out. "i'm not, like, weirder by it or anything'," he states. josh wants to laugh but decides against it for some reason. "by the way, what's your name?," tyler asks.
"you've been stalking me for weeks but don't know my name?" tyler doesn't answer, blush creeping up his cheeks. "josh," he says and carefully pulls away, crossing his arms. "so, tyler. why were you sending those letters? also: where you the one staring at me in the common area two weeks ago?"
tyler swallows. "i—i dunno. i saw you one day and i liked you. a friend helped to look for your socials and," he starts, stopping half-way as he feels intimidated by josh's piercing gaze. "i don't know why but i just, obsessed over you, i guess. and about that last part: yes. it was me. 'm sorry."
josh nods as he lets out a exasperated sigh and turns around —which maybe he shouldn't, but it's not like tyler can run away— to try and process everything that's happening.
he's been receiving letters, very explicit ones mind you, for weeks now. they are not coming from a creepy old as fuck dude, but rather from a overly horny nineteen year old who is now standing in his living room who also says he does not care about josh's age.
and, not matter how much he wants to lie to himself, josh can't also find it in himself to care about the age difference between them. five years isn't that much. it's barely a significant age gap if he's being completely honest.
but,
does josh really want to dive into this?
he's six years younger. there's a lot of things tyler has yet to understand. he just started his university life for god's sake, and josh is almost over with his degree. it feels like nothing and too much at the same time.
but josh is curious. and he didn't actually mind the letters, nor the messages in them. and, if he's allowed to be a bit more honest that he should, tyler's ridiculously pretty for a man. or maybe josh just grew up around ugly dudes, that could be a possibility too.
josh turns around, staring directly at tyler who's still leaning back against the door. "are you sure you want this?," he asks, closing the distance between them with careful steps.
tyler feels josh's breath against his lips when the latter finally stops, only a few centimeters between them. he looks down at josh's mouth before looking at him in the eyes again. "yeah, a lot," he answers in a whisper.
josh nods and presses his lips against tyler's, who gasps at the sudden lack of space. josh cups his jaw and feels tyler close hi fingers around the front of his shirt, clinging to it like his life depends on it—something that given the kind of things tyler's wrote to him in those letters, maybe it could be true.
this is not sane. whatever.
he sighs into the kiss, finally starting to let go of that anxiety and fear about what could this be like. if everything from now on it's going to be as soft and feel as good as tyler's lips pressing into his, then josh is already jumping in blind. fuck it.
he pulls away eventually, eyes closed as he finds himself still unable to face what comes next not matter how impulsive he is. "what now?," tyler asks softly.
josh cracks his eyes open and bites his bottom lip, the gears in his head turning on as he considers what follows. after a couple seconds, he lowers his hands and grabs at tyler's hips.
"tyler?"
"yeah?"
"are you a hundred percent sure you're okay with this?," josh asks.
despite how sure he is, he needs to know tyler is fully aware of how things will take a new turn from now on if he decides to go forward. this isn't a child's game. this something serious josh is completely willing to endure as long as he can keep holding tyler like he is right now. damned be the circumstances they met in.
tyler nods. "yes."
that's all josh needs to hear.
he slots their mouths together again, pressing their bodies against each other. tyler hums on the back of his throat, arms going around josh's neck as he tilts his head and lick at the latter's lower lip to get josh to open his mouth.
tyler accomplishes his goal as josh gasps and immediately feels a tongue invade his mouth, trying to cover everything at it's reach. he laughs in between the kiss, squeezing tyler's hips and beginning to walk backwards, towards his bedroom.
tyler has other plans and gets them both over and down onto the couch cushions. he sits up, starting to get out of his clothes and throwing them wherever. he doesn't care—he needs to feel josh. he thinks he's waited long enough. he's done with little games.
"a bit too eager," josh says mockingly. tyler whines and tries to also get rid of josh's clothes. "oh god, you really are that desperate, huh?"
tyler pecks him on the lips. "i've been fantasizing about you for months, then writing those fantasies down and sending them in hope that one day you'll notice me, either by putting a restraining order against me or by finally fucking me," he says, looking down at josh beneath him. "of course i'm eager josh."
josh gets a hand in the back of tyler's neck and brings him down for a kiss, the other one going to grab at his ass. tyler smiles against his lips and pushes back, grinding down onto josh's cock in the process.
"god," he moans. "and to think i dreamed about you so many time."
tyler furrows his brows, hips still pressing down. "yeah? bet the real thing is a hundred times better," he says, pausing his movements.
"i dunno," josh teases. "if you don't make an effort to get rid of your clothes faster i might give the trophy to dreams tyler," he jokes.
tyler rolls his eyes, and despite his annoyed attitude, josh sees the glimpse of a smile on his lips as he finally takes the last layer of clothes off himself. josh could beam at tyler if it wasn't for the fact that he's more focused on getting him naked. he's thought of this for weeks; he'd probably never admit it, but ever since getting the first letter he had hopes that it would end up in this scenario.
and against all odds—it did. he silently watches as tyler throws the clothes on the back of the couch to the floor, the thud of the buckle of his pants echoing in the apartment.
tyler smiles, the tip of his tongue poking through his teeth. "why am i the only naked right now?," he asks.
josh sighs. "because your thighs have me caged. unless you want me to just use my tongue with you, i suggest you get up and let me strip down." he doesn't know where the courage to say that came from, but it's to late to swallows the words now.
it doesn't take long for tyler to get on his feet and allow josh to undress himself. once he's fully naked, tyler sets on top of his cock, whining low on his throat at the feeling of josh's against his still clothed ass.
tyler grinds down, causing josh to let out a almost imperceptible whimper. "fuck—," tyler moans softly. "were i brave enough i think we would've been in this situation sooner," he says.
josh places his hands on the waistband of his boxers. "i don't mind. at least i got you in the end." with that, he pulls on the fabric and snaps it, the feeling of it hitting his skin making tyler hum.
tyler suddenly leans down, whispering in josh's ear, "maybe i do want you to use your tongue," he says in reference to josh's previous comment. "have you ever had anyone sit on your face?," he asks. josh feels a shiver make its way through his spine. he shakes his head. "wanna try pretty boy?""
fuck yes.
josh nods and it's all the permission tyler needs. he gets rid of his briefs, letting them fall to the floor, and slowly makes his way up josh's body who gasps once tyler's hovering over his face.
"shit—" he breathes at the sight of tyler already wet and dripping between his legs. he catches a glimpse of his clit poking through his folds before the man above him begins to lower himself.
maybe is time to break out that josh has never been with someone who has anything else than a dick?
maybe it is.
still, he gives an experimental lick to tyler's cunt, which grants him a soft sound from the boy. josh relaxes a bit and continues licking, lapping at him, drinking all of his noises and slick.
this isn't like anything he's tried before. maybe he wasn't prepared to eat pussy for the first time tonight but man does he not mind at all. he can definitely get used to this, especially if it's attached to tyler.
tyler. beautiful and pretty tyler, who keeps whining above him as he rides josh's tongue that's now pushing inside his hole and exploring his walls. this boy is surely gonna drive him wild if he keeps moaning like that and chanting his name.
josh feels a hand thread in his curls at the same time tyler basically puts all his weight on him. josh grabs at his thighs, still eating him out, and supports him as tyler starts to really move.
he guesses tyler's close given how much he's clenching around josh's tongue and the way he stopped moaning like a bitch in heat, only tiny sobs leaving his mouth as he makes an effort to keep moving.
wanting to try something, josh brings a finger to the boy's opening and pushes the tip of it inside—which apparently does it for tyler, who gasps and closes his legs abruptly, trapping josh's head between them.
josh moans obscenely loud the moment he feels tyler spill on his tongue, soft whines coming out of tyler's mouth as he finally stops moving. josh pushes him until he's sitting on his stomach.
tyler takes a moment to even his breath before speaking. "i—i think i'm gonna pass out from excitement," he says with a laugh. he leans down and presses his forehead to josh's shoulder, bitting down on it hard enough to leave a faint mark.
josh hisses but cracks a smile anyway as sits up, tyler still on his lap. "why?," he asks. "better than you imagined?" tyler nods and kisses the bite. josh hums. "by the way, i feel like i should clarify that this is the first time i'm with someone without, yknow, a dick."
tyler huffs out something resembling a laugh. "really?" he pulls away, staring directly into josh's eyes.
"yeah. did i do good enough or not?"
tyler bites his lip. cute he thinks. "you did really good actually," he says, arms going around josh's neck as he presses their mouths together. he feels josh sigh into the kiss before pulling away. "wanna keep going?"
josh nods enthusiastically—which makes tyler wanna laugh for some reason. he looks so stupidly eager; tyler swears that if josh had a dog tail, it'd wagging right now. he's like a cute puppy—always ready to obey any order that's thrown his way.
without a single word, tyler grabs josh's cock by the base. he licks his lip at the sight of it; if he were to die tomorrow, this would be what he'd ask for as a last meal. too dramatic? he wonders, but pushes the thought aside for the sake of focusing on important more matters.
he gathers a generous amount of spit inside his mouth before letting it fall down on the tip. he smiles at the whine josh lets out, and watches entranced as his spit slides down the shaft before starting to pump his hand.
with slow movements tyler makes sure to get josh's cock as wet as possible. yeah he may be a fuckass fountain right now with how much he's dripping —something that makes him feel slightly embarrassed but who cares— but god forbid he doesn't make an effort just so josh slides inside him as quickly as possible.
he flicks his wrist and stares hungrily as more pre-cum comes out of josh's cock head. if he wasn't so desperate to feel all of him inside, tyler would for sure lean down to suck him off. well, that'll have to wait.
he takes his hand away, relishing on josh's frustrated whimper at the loss of contact. "s'kay baby," he coos. josh sighs and holds himself up on his elbows. "wanna watch as i sit on your cock?," tyler asks humorously.
it takes him a bit, but finally josh nods timidly. tyler has to bite back another laugh—how's he so unintentionally cute? he thinks. he says nothing, instead pecking josh in the lips once before grabbing his cock and aligning it with his cunt.
he locks eyes with josh through his lashes. "ready?" josh can only nod, words stuck on his throat. tyler smiles at him before closing his eyes and starting to sink himself down on josh's cock. "fuck—," he breathes out. "s'big."
josh throws his head back and moans out loud at the feeling of tyler's insides hugging him perfectly. it's like puzzle pieces. he's sure he could come just from having tyler sit on his dick and look at him with those doe-like brown eyes of his.
tyler whines once he's fully seated. he can't believe this is real; it still feels like a dream. he opens his eyes and looks at josh, who's now fully laying down again eyes closed tightly as his hands rest on tyler's hips.
tyler gives an experimental roll of his hips and has to bite his lips to stop a moan from spilling at the throb of josh inside of his cunt. "god—is so much better than my fingers," he says.
josh laughs softly. "y-yeah?" tyler nods and starts moving again. "shit, keep doing that and i'll cum in no time."
tyler keens at the idea of josh coming inside him "please—fuck." he feels almost delirious. it's like his brain cells stopped working all together. "josh."
this feels like an illusion. tyler thinks everything's gonna disappear in front of his eyes even as he begins to slowly bounce of josh's cock. he let's out a sob as he feels it slide in and out of his wet cunt.
josh wants to cry just from hearing the sounds tyler lets out as he rides him. he cracks an eye open with too much effort and has to close it immediately or else he'll cum just from the sight of tyler, sweat covered and pink on the face bouncing on his cock.
he feels two hands press on his chest and tyler's rhythm starting to set. he's not rushing anything, following his own pace to savor this moment as much as possible. he doesn't want to feel like he wasted this opportunity.
it's not like it won't happen again, but there's something about the first time after spending months trying to get josh to notice him that feels special. tyler wants to be able to relive this exact moment everytime he closes his eyes. he wants to hear josh's moans and whines as his cock slides in and out of tyler's hole.
tyler starts to feel his thighs cramp. "fuck—josh," he sobs. josh opens his eyes and uses all his willpower to not come right there and then. "please."
"what happens baby?," he asks. tyler gasps as he begin to thrust his hips upwards, hitting that spot inside him that has the boy seeing stars. "tired already?"
tyler nods. "can't—hurts." in a swift movement josh switches their positions, pining tyler to the couch as he keeps snapping his hips and fucking into him. "fuck"
josh feels his jaw fall slack and hears a moan escaping him when he looks down at tyler's cunt swallowing his cock. he leans down, arms on each side of tyler's head, and shuts their mouths together as he suddenly cums.
tyler sobs at the unexpected feeling of cum flooding his insides, shutting his eyes and whining in frustration as josh pulls out. "hmf!," he cries.
josh says nothing as he slides down tyler's body, kissing over his chest, then his tummy and finally his hips before coming face to face with his cunt—wet, pink and with his own load dripping down onto the couch cover.
tyler gasps when there's two fingers entering him suddenly paired with josh's mouth latching on his clit. he feels him licking and sucking on it as he thrusts the digits into him, making tyler cum not much later with a pitch-high moan of what sounds like his name.
josh moans on the back of his throat at the feeling of tyler clenching around his fingers; he thrusts them a couple more time before pulling them out in fear of overstimulating tyler.
josh carefully makes his way up tyler's body before collapsing over him, laying his head on the boy's chest. tyler sighs, still buzzing with excitement, and closes his eyes in an attempt to come down from the high before doing anything else.
they stay in silence for a couple minutes before josh decides to break it. "uhm. do you, like—would you be up to stay the night?," he asks in a soft tone, hand tracing circles over tyler's ribs. "'s ok if you don't of course—"
tyler interrupts him. "yeah. yeah i'd like that actually," he answers. josh lets out a sigh of relief. "gonna invite me to dinner?"
josh moves until he's face to face with tyler, and sees the glint in his eyes paired with the cutest and most pretty smile he's ever seen. he bites his bottom lip before dipping down to kiss him, receiving a pleased hum from tyler.
he pulls away. "whatever you want."
yeah. maybe he can get used to this.