Sorry for taking so darn long! I’m not abandoning this, don’t worry. :)
And for followers from that fluff… Hi, there—this is what I usually write. Take that as you will… :)
You grasp each side of Dave’s shades with a thumb and forefinger before you gently kiss his forehead and lift his shades from his face. Try as you might, you will never get over how stunningly red Dave’s eyes are—but admittedly, you’re not trying very hard.
“Are you going to just stare deeply into my eyes all evening, or-“
His next words are swallowed by your mouth as you lean over and press your lips to his open ones. You gently suck his bottom lip into your mouth and run your tongue over it. His breath quickens, and you feel him squirm, his bound arms not allowing him his intended movement. Suddenly, you become aware of the growing tightness in your jeans and decide it’s time to move on.
You tear your lips away from Dave’s and brush your fingers down his bare chest, making him shiver. You smile to yourself. The first time you ever kissed him, you learned that Dave was more sensitive than you would have expected, and it seems that taking his arms out of play has only improved this.
You glance up at his face for a moment. His mouth is open a bit to accommodate his heavier breathing, his red eyes are half closed, and his cheeks are flushed. God, he’s so gorgeous. You resist the urge to just keep looking at him and return to the task at hand. You straddle him and lower your lips to his neck, kiss lightly down to his chest. Your lips drift toward one of his nipples as you bring your left hand up to trace your fingers over his abdomen. You kiss a in ring around his nipple before finally putting your lips on it and lightly brushing it with your tongue.
Dave can’t manage to hold back a small moan, and you instinctively pull back to gauge his reaction. When you do, he closes his eyes and— Did Dave just whimper? You grin as you realize what this arrangement could do for your prankster’s gambit.
You’re going to enjoy this, and with any luck, so will Dave. Eventually.
==> Be the guy who’s eventually going to enjoy this
Well, you’re sure as hell not super keen on it right now—and yet… You think you underestimated how much power you were giving your boyfriend when you asked him to do this. You can’t believe you’re losing your cool so fast just from him kissing your chest. You open your eyes to glance down at him, and, yes, there’s that slightly sadistic grin you expected he’d have when he realized the potential of having you in a position like this.
But you can’t say that seeing that slightly evil smile of his now and then doesn’t turn you on. Everyone else sees him as a sweet young guy, incapable of hurting even a fly. But the kid is an asshole, and you both know it. You would never admit it, but you love it when he plays jokes on you and teases you about stupid things. Just seeing that grin of his quickens your breathing, though you try to moderate it enough so that he doesn’t notice.
Suddenly, his lips are moving down your chest again as you feel him begin unzipping your pants. Your breath hitches—it shouldn’t; it’s not like you’ve never done this before. But you’ve never just let him do this.
In a few moments and with some maneuvering, he’s managed to relieve you of your pants and boxers, and you’re lying on the bed, feeling more naked than you ever have in your life by comparison to your still fully clothed boyfriend beside you. But then he brushes his fingertips down your chest in an erratic trail, and you shudder.
“Just come the fuck on, Egbert. No need to just dance around the issue here. My dick is right—ahhh…!”
Your tirade is cut off by John’s wrapping his fingers around the base of your erection. You resist the urge to thrust into his hand. You’re not giving him that much that easily. He strokes slowly up and down your length a few times, and you bite back a moan. You close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the feeling. How are you already getting close? You moan as he gradually starts pumping faster.
But then—nothing. He takes his hand away, and you nearly scream at him. “John, what the fuck?” You knew this was coming but fuck him. Your erection is throbbing with inattention, and you try to move to punch him in the arm. But the kerchief keeps you from it, and you groan, half in frustration, half in arousal. John leans over you, his grin still in place, though you can tell he’s not unaffected, either.
“Shhh, I’m getting there.” He trails a hand down your stomach as he kisses everywhere but your mouth.
You moan quietly and try to breathe evenly as he teases you relentlessly. When your hands are free, you’re going to punch that ass of an Egbert. Then, despite the arousal clouding your mind, you get an idea. Shakily, you bring your leg up and press your knee against his crotch. He gasps and nearly collapses on top of you. You look at him, eyebrows raised. “You might want to get there a bit faster, asshole.”
==> Be the guy who’s lost control of the situation
Yeah, that was unexpected, but there’s no chance you’re letting Dave get control here. You’re in charge. You regain your composure and give Dave a swift but intense kiss on the lips before crawling back down his body.
He told you to take charge tonight, and he rescinded that. And you’ve decided that’s not part of the program. And you’re going to make sure he knows that, too.
[—> Chapter 4]