Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
“God,” he groaned, very quiet, straining, even as he arched up and into the press of Jamie’s thigh against his dick. “Yeah. Threat-promised,” he repeated, grinning up, loose and lazy at the guy. “Anything you say you’re gonna do to me? Sounds pretty fucking hot. Just FYI.” And he arched his back against the bed, pressing his hips up and into Jamie’s lap. He wanted to reach up and card his fingers through the blond flop of Jamie’s hair where it fell across his eyes, but then Jamie’s mouth was pressing hard into his and Billy open-mouthed groaned, tongue darting out to slide against the backs of Jamie’s teeth.
“Nowhere to be that’s more important than being right here, right now,” he exhaled, a little shaky. Jamie’s fingers were a balm against the side of his throat and Billy let them direct his face to the side, biting into his upper lip and tilting his chin up so that more of his throat was exposed to the exploration of Jamie’s mouth. “I really,” and he paused to breathe, kinda hard, kinda heavy, one of his hands coming up to cup against the nape of the other guy’s neck. “Don’t want to come any other time except while you’re fucking me.”