Dance Central - Mo/Glitch
My first fan fiction, so it's really short. I'll try making some more when this deems worthy to some of you readers out there.
RxR if applicable (I don't fully grasp the meaning of 'RxR'- probably rate and recommend?)
"I'm gonna ruin you if you keep doin' that, kid." Mo exhales, readjusting his lying position on the couch as a young man is busy straddling his hips.
"What's wrong with that? It's not like anyone's lookin'." The man purrs, grinding once then runs his hands under Mo's shirt as he leans forward.
"It ain't that, Glitch. It's just..." A nip on Mo's dark skin interrupts him from his trail of thought.
"It ain't what?" Glitch smirks, starting to undo Mo's pants, lust glinting from his green contacted eyes.
"I'm older," Mo chokes out, grabbing the Asian's arms to stop him from going further down, "...and we have business to attend to." He continues, stern look present on his face.
"I'm 22," Glitch states, placing a small kiss on Mo's neck, "and what business? It's a weekend tomorrow."
"We have a meeting at HQ tomorrow."
"Don't care."
"I'm 12 years older than you."
"All the hotter! Look at how much you've grown in the past few years."
"Hey, that was my line." Mo chuckles, warming up to the position he's in.
"Look, G, not today okay? Maybe some other time." Mo says, ruffling Glitch's hair a moment after. He knows doing this irritates him.
A grumble, then a nuzzle on the neck.
"Fine, I won't be so hesitant next time." Glitch huffs, cuddling Mo and making himself comfortable on top of him.
"Aight, I hear you."