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Much of the day had been spent lounging around with Joost. Which was a refreshing change of pace from how busy he tended to be. Just sitting on the couch together, watching TV. There’s nothing good on which is why you’re both on your phones.

Eventually you grow bored of your phone, and set it aside, looking to Joost for some form of entertainment. His shirt rides up slightly, it’s just this side of too small. It gives you a glimpse of his hairy tummy, and you really can’t help yourself from reaching over and touching him. A perfect distraction from your boredom.

He asks what you’re doing, your fingertips brushing against the fuzz on his belly. You shrug a little saying you’re just touching. He gives a small laugh and turns his attention to his phone again. Until you push his shirt up a little more so you can really get your hands on him. You spread your hand on his belly, he holds his breath for a few moments before it comes out as a giggle when you start to rub his tummy gently. He squirms slightly and has a shy little smile on his face as you touch him.

It's so cute, he's so cute! You can't help but laugh fondly at how sweet he is. You also, kinda can't help the praise that spills from you as you pet him. Through giggles you find yourself uttering the words 'good boy' without even realizing. He gasps suddenly, squirming again, and he's quickly shoving his shirt down and grabbing the closest throw pillow, holding it over his lap.

You sit up from where you had been lying on your front along the couch. Joost slumps further into the couch, hands covering his face. You scoot closer a little, careful with how you approach the situation. You gently assure him it's okay, he doesn't have to be embarrassed. Slowly encouraging him to remove the pillow, to stop hiding. He sighs a little as he does so, setting it between you two. You don’t even think to stop yourself before the words tumble from you again, ‘good boy’. He blushes red and audibly whimpers at those two simple words, one hand slipping down to palm the bulge in his sweatpants.

It’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen, that pathetic sort of desperation that seems to wash off him in waves.

You're both incredibly still for a few moments. Though you want nothing more than to touch him and it seems his mind’s on the same track as he’s moving, asking quietly ‘can i?’ As he positions himself in your lap. You let him and remember just how big he is as he tucks in close, he seems massive like this straddling your thighs. He’s acting so small though, hiding his face against your neck and whining as you feel his hips start to move. He's so sweet like this, that you just have to say it again, 'good boy' to which he responds with a breathy little whimper before muffling himself by kissing your neck.

Joost kisses where he can with your shirt in the way. He nips gently at your throat, making you gasp before he’s licking at the mark, just to bite the junction between your neck and shoulder after he pulled the collar of your shirt to the side. You’re going to be such a mess by the time he’s done with you, as he’s determined to cover you in marks. You can only encourage it, 'i'm all yours, you're so good for me' you babble, tipping your neck to the side for him.

It’s almost too much in the most perfect way. The dizzying combination of his hips grinding against you and the way he attacks your neck with sloppy kisses and bites. You grab gently at his hips to steady yourself, relishing in how plush he is. He almost seems to short circuit when you start rocking up into him, he gasps out a little 'fuu-uck', hips stuttering slightly. But he shakes his head when you ask sweetly if he's about to cum.

Your hands roam his body, you stroke his back, squeeze his ass just to make him squeak into your mouth as you kiss him. He’s just this side of pathetic, whining into the kiss, licking into your mouth, impossibly needy. His nipples pebble under his shirt and you brush your thumb over one, drawing another whine out of him.

He pushes your hand under his shirt, letting you play with him. Joost’s hips work harder as you play with a nipple, pinching and pulling on the tender flesh gently. He begs quietly, switching between Dutch and English unable to think straight the closer he gets. You encourage him, lavishing him in praise, telling him how good he’s being for you. It all gets to be too much and he finally cums, burying his face into your neck, whimpering at the oversensitivity still grinding against you. You hush him and stroke his face, your other hand soothing his hip.

You’re in bed on your phone, scrolling mindlessly before bed. Joost enters from the bathroom, you glance up and give a quiet ‘hey’ before looking back to your phone. You feel the bed dip next to you and pay it no mind until a soft, still slightly damp hand lands on your leg and you look up at him. He’s pretty as always, his face dewy from moisturizer and you give him a kiss. But you quickly return your attention to your phone.

He’s not thrilled by that, judging by the petulant sigh he lets out. He leans over, peeking at your phone to see what’s so captivating. It doesn’t interest him so he sets to try and distract you from the mindless junk on the screen.

His hand drags up and he kisses gently at your neck until you ask what’s gotten into him. He sighs again and pouts a little. “I ah…I want to..” he mumbles almost shy sounding as he picks at the waistband of your shorts.

You encourage him to speak with a gentle ‘what, baby?’ And he lets out a quiet breathy noise at the question and you glance over at him, pausing the video that was playing silently on your phone. He’s just wearing boxer briefs, and you can see his erection straining against the fabric, you also notice the way his tummy pokes out, the waistband folded under, probably from when he hopped on the bed. It’s cute and you can’t help but feel a rush of soft fondness towards him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you in the shower,” He confesses, hand stroking your thigh. “Wanna fuck you so much..”

You hum and shake you head a little, telling him not now but he’s persistent knowing he can push against a soft no.

“Please, I’ll be quick, just need you so bad.” He grabs your hand loosely, pressing it to his bulge so you can feel just how bad he wants it. There’s a wet spot forming on his boxers, you brush your thumb over it and Joost nearly crumples.

He can only get out a couple more pleases before you’re acquiescing and telling him he can fuck you but ‘just the tip’ you tell him.

“I need your cunt, baby, please.” He whines, cock bobbing as he frees it, pushing his underwear off.

You don’t budge though, assuring him he can get off just fine with his hand. You want to see how pathetic he gets. You lift your hips slightly as he takes your shorts off for you and you hear his breath catch at the sight of you, having forgone underwear before bed.

A soft whimper comes from him as he slides his length against you and you want to tease him, want to tell him you bet he could cum just from that, humping his cock against your cunt never entering you at all. But you don’t, you bite your lip at the idea as you watch him though, the head of his cock bumping against your clit. You want to, quite badly, to tell him this is all he gets just to feel his cock against your clit. Maybe another time. You tell him, breathlessly, that you don’t have all night as he bumps the head against your clit again and he giggles lightly, mumbling something about being quick.

Joost reaches down with one hand to spread your folds, the other stroking his dick at the sight before he’s pushing in. You both watch as the pretty pink head of his cock slips inside you and stops there. You call him a good boy when he actually stays put and doesn’t push in any further. You can tell it’s hard though, you know how badly he wants to properly fuck you, but he doesn’t Need it! He’s gotten off with just his hand before and he can do it again, he should feel lucky you’re willing to help at all.

He is slow to do anything, gathering his composure before wrapping his hand around his cock. You have to look away to keep your own composure. You feel yourself leak around him, slick dribbling out of you, your body begging for more. But you don’t, though you want to change your mind and beg Joost to fuck you.

Suddenly, you gasp and he makes this little yelp when his hips jerk accidentally. He whimpers as he rights himself, sputtering out apologies. You coo and assure him it’s fine, though secretly you wish he wasn’t so good, wishing his control would snap and he’d just fuck you senseless. But you’re not mad he doesn’t, it’s sweet. He’s beautiful, all flushed pink, his eyes half lidded as he stares down at you. One of his hands comes up briefly to push at your top, and he asks gently to see you. You pull your shirt up and gather the fabric up in one hand, letting him practically drool over your chest.

It’s dirty, somehow the dirtiest part of all of this. The way he looks at you, it’s different. He’s watching your body solely to get off, you’re his personal porn as he jerks off inside of you. And the thought of it alone is filthy.

Then it happens, he’s moaning and whining, and you can feel his cock twitch as he cums. He pulls out after a moment just so he can hump his hand.

You squirm in place and scold him for making a mess as you feel his cum start to ooze out. He apologizes heavily once more and offers to clean you up. You accept, expecting him to run off to the bathroom to get a towel, you don’t expect him to push apart your knees after you had shut your legs.

He looks up pleadingly at you from between your legs and you can’t say no to that face, his tongue pokes between his lips slightly. You gently nestle your fingers in his hair and guide him closer. He doesn’t hesitate a second before he’s licking along your slit, catching what dripped out.

His fingers dig into your thighs as he gets to work, gladly lapping up the mess he left. It’s so dirty, watching Joost lick his own cum out of you, he moans when you grind your hips against his face slightly and redoubles his efforts. One hand moves to rub your clit as he eats you out, so diligent to make you cum on his face. Such a good boy, the praise falls from your lips as he helps you get closer and closer til you’re gasping and he helps you ride it out, slipping his fingers in you and giving little licks to your clit.

Once you let him come up for air he immediately slinks up to sit next to you in bed. His face and hair all a mess, so pretty and well fucked. You pet his hair and peck him on the forehead, telling him you won’t kiss him unless he freshens up first.