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Ever since Johnny moved out of his house and got a job, he's been eating way more.
Mostly due to the fact Dally, his roommate and boyfriend, refuses to let him go without a meal.
So, he's way less underweight, skinny, sure, but not deathly small.
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Johnny sat on the couch, looking through a car magazine whilst Dally watched some gameshow on TV.
Normal.
However, he was a bit shocked when Dally started to touch his thighs, rolling his eyes when Johnny shot him a questioning look.
"Go back t' readin'." He brushed off Johnny's expression, smirking to himself when the younger listened.
Johnny wasn't in anything but his boxers and one of Dally's shirts, seeing as there's no reason to be dressed when you don't have to be.
Dally was using this to his advantage, cold fingers caressing Johnny's newly plump and scarred thighs, squeezing and groping.
Johnny let out a squeak, scooting up some and putting down his stolen magazine. "Dal. What're ya' doin'?"
His voice was cautious, he conced an eyebrow in question.
"Just read, Cakes, don't worry 'bout me." The blonde said, slyly grinning, running a long tongue over his fang like canines.
Obviously, Johnny wasn't gonna listen, shooting Dallas an unimpressed look when it clicked what he was tryna do.
"Not today, Dally, 'm too lazy."
"Johnnn, c'mon, man."
"Dallas."
"I'll do all the work?"
"I don't wanna fuck..."
"..we don't gotta?"
That caught Johnny's attention. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't turned on, but he really didn't wanna go through the process of prep and then deal with the soreness afterwards.
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Johnny sat on his elbows and knees, head down in a couch pillow, boxers gone but shirt still on, purely for Dally's own pleasure of seeing Johnny in his clothes.
The blonde groped the noirette's thighs, kissing and biting at them.
After marking the dark skin up, he pulled away, the younger shivering at the loss of warmth.
Dallas was quick to press his hips up against Johnny's backside, holding his cock and pressing it between Jonnys tightly squished together thighs, groaning at the feeling.
"Fuckkk, Johnny.. you feel so good..." He murmured, kissing the mentioneds arched back, thrusting his hips.
The olders moans and grunts filled the room, whilst Johnny mostly made nosies of breathing, an occasional aggressive thrust knocking the air out of him.
He was surprised when a hand trailed over his hip and wrapped around his cock, quickly jerking him off in pace with his thrusts.
"Oh—fuck!" Johnny yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he was jerked off, muffling his moans in the pillow beneath him.
Soon, they are both nearing their edge, Dally cumming first with a groan, hips thrusting erratically and pace quickening as Johnny fucked his hand.
Soon, Johnny followed, collapsing with a grunt.
The couch was covered in cum from where it shot out of Dally and dripped from the mentioneds hand, the two panting and out of breath.
They sure as hell were gonna do that again.