Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
Billy had showed up with a certain level of expectation, yeah, but he also just genuinly enjoyed being close to Jamie. Definitely enjoyed straddling his lap, each of his knees pressing against the outsides of the guy’s thighs, rocking down and against his dick that he could feel rising up to life underneath the guy’s zipper. Billy made a soft, appreciative noise as he leaned into the touch of Jamie’s fingers through his hair, pressing up and into the touch, and he shuddered in a heavy-weighted lust at the sound that Jamie made when Billy’s tongue darted out against his skin.
“North America, asshole,” he said, his smirk purely good-natured, mumbling the words against Jamie’s lips, caught between arching his back so that the guy’s knuckles dug into his spine, and feeling the chapped warmth of Jamie’s lips skimming over his own mouth. The guy was gorgeous, right? That was sort of heavily obvious. So he was mostly hard, yeah, as he rocked his hips against Jamie’s lap. But he twisted his mouth into a Look, like, seriously? He was about to make a smart retort when the guy planted a knee between his own and used surprising strength to flip him over, with Billy’s back landing against the mattress. He let out a soft ‘oof’ that was mostly surprise, and then he laughed, too. “Hmm,” he hummed, thoughtfully. “I guess this means I don’t get to ride you, huh?” And then he grinned, reaching down with both hands to thread his fingers through Jamie’s hair. “God, you have a nice mouth.”