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He would call it something like love I would suppose.
The lingering touches, casual points of contact that breed a certain kind of reaction in someone like him, it's not my intention to let this obsession fester as it has and yet when it's just the two of us pressed close together on the train home or sitting Idle across the lounges in the uni library, I can't help but touch him.
Hands held to avoid getting separated in the crushing wall of people returning home, pushing hair out of his face because I swear half a conversation is spent flicking it out of his eyes, as to not lose a moment with you he claimed. Even dragging him into my shitty student accom to make him shower and clean up for once, even if that means I lose a shirt or some underwear.
But this time I don't know if it was me or him that started this, I mean yes, I took his hand and dragged him away from the bus stop and to my flat, and yes I was the one who ignored the hazy look on his face when I manhandled him into my bathroom to lose the soggy layers that he had gained after our little trip through the rain. Yet it was his arms that wrapped around me as I reached for a clean towel and his face that was buried in my hair, not a moment later.
It's not the first time I have found myself wrapped up in his arms, but this is the first time cold hands have snaked their way under my shirt one spread across my ribs and the other stroking the hidden hem of the jeans I wore today.
"Will..."
"I'm. I'm allowed to touch? To..." the hand on my ribs slides higher, cold fingers finding more warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that trail down my neck before laying his head against my shoulder. "Please. Please tell me I-" his hand that sat on my hip dips lower dragging "-have been good enough for this," it's a simple affirmation, to weave my fingers into his curls and pull.
"Nee-Need to hear it. Please,"
"Yeah Will. You have," his hands are quick to pull at the bottom of my shirt, without the barrier his mouth is quick to resume laying open-mouthed kisses across the newly exposed skin. The hand that was lingering against my hips, ventures lower dragging across the dip between thigh and hip.
"So good. S-So soft," a shuddering sigh is all the warning I get before soft hands pull my hips back against him, what a sight we must seem.
Will hunched over me, hips grinding against my ass, my hands tangled in his hair pulling when his mouth finds the sensitive patch of skin on my neck. Breathless mutterings from the brunette paint a clear picture of what's to come, fingertip bruises along my hips. Red marks that will bloom purple in a few hours littering my neck, lips kiss bruised and red when we finally separate desperate for air.
My bathroom was not the place I expected to find myself doing this but the noises I drag from Will as I sit between his legs, one hand wrapped around his length pumping slowly as I return the marks that litter my neck onto him. "If only you could see how pretty you look like this Will," his skin flushes pink and I can feel him throb in my hand, "Oh what's this? Do you like being told how good you look? All flushed and pretty with my hand wrapped around your dick?"
It's musical how he whines as I lay praise after praise on him, telling him how good he looks, how his moans sound so pretty even if they end up half-muffled as he bites his lip. When he cums, it's with his hands wrapped around my shoulders, head tilted back giving me more skin to mouth at.
Licking his cum off my hand pulls another whimper from him, but the way his eye's flutter as I move to lick the rest from his hips and chest is all the better.
He would call it something like love, but I know better now. This is feeding an obsession, with some physical benefits.