Needy
Thick fingers ran down his spine, a tongue following closely behind. Pearly white teeth nipped right in the middle of his back before sucking on the skin. He could only thrust back, moaning and gasping softly. "What a little slut you are," a voice purred seductively in his ear. "And all for me. Isn't that right, Blane?" A lazy thrust pulled the answer effortlessly out- though it wouldn't have been hard to do anyways.
"Yes!" Fingers pinched at his nipples- red and abused- as strong hips started to rock into his body, lazy and content, as though Blane wasn't about ready to snap and drown in the fire under his skin. "S-Steff," he moaned, fingers burying themselves in silk sheets. Steff nuzzled his throat, a hand on Blane's hip and the other in his hair, pulling his head back so his lips could become locked in a hot kiss. Blane tried to thrust back, but the hand on his hip held him still. An embarrassing whine escapes him before he could stop it.
"So needy." Steff- the asshole- pulls out, leaving Blane strangely empty and cold. A hand shoots back, desperate to pull the jackass back into him, to fill him back up again. His hand was captured, and then he was flipped around to lay spread across Steff's chest. Steff- the jerk that he is- smirks and puts his fingertips into his mouth, sucking on them, purring around them, "Ride me."
Blane- pink cheeked and shivering- leans back, sinking back onto Steff's warm, large cock. Slowly, the boy starts to rock up and down, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from whimpering. He could feel himself grow hotter as he increased his speed, under the possessive, predator like watch of Steff who was still sucking on his fingertips. The fire under his skin was growing, climbing higher and higher. Blane made a reach for his cock, angry and red and neglect, but his hand was smacked again to instead be held behind his back. With the devilish guide of Steff, Blane's fingers brushed against where the two of them were connected, his hole stretched and Steff's cock pulsing and thrusting.
That's what pushes Blane over the edge, snapping the spring deep inside of his belly. His head rolls back, sobs escaping him as he was filled to the brim with Steff's release, his own painting Steff's chest. He moaned as Steff pulled out of him, falling onto the pillows, trying to catch his breath. The reality of what they just did crashes down just then, and he made a move to slide out of the bed. Might as well get up and out before he did something else that he would regret- he just had to go and have sex with his best friend who he just happen to have feelings for. He got as far as sitting up before his wrist was captured in a strong grip.
"Where are you going, Blane?"
"Home." As an afterthought, he adds, "I promise I won't bring this up again."
Steff reaches for a cigarette, lighting it before he tugs Blane back into the center of the bed. "Nope. You're staying right here, buddy." Blane was pressed up against the smoking teen, as his puffy rim was lightly played with, fingers messily pressing Steff's leaking seed back into him. "Your parents are on a business thing all weekend, right?" Blane nodded, eyes wide and mind in a million directions. His chin was lifted up, and he watched as Steff took out his cigarette before pressing his lips to Blane's, a whisper against his mouth, "You're mine."