Soap has been spending his time gaming and Kyle wants attention. So he comes up with a way they can enjoy each other’s company while Soap gets to game…he’s a little bit mean about it though. / 18+ MDNI!! / cw: blow jobs, cock warming, soap has a cute small penis, alight voyeurism? or exhibitionism?
Kyle had a problem. Not a serious one, or rather not a life threatening one—though if it wasn’t resolved soon he was unsure how long he’d be able to function like this.
What’s this problem, you might be wondering? His boyfriend Soap has been spending all his time gaming and not giving him any attention. As the weeks have passed, Kyle has found himself alone, seeking comfort in a fuzzy blanket while splayed out on the couch watching old shitty dramas.
Something he and Soap used to do together.
In the beginning he ignored it, telling himself it was healthy for his boyfriend to gave hobbies—and Soap was known for never truly being able to not do something, always needing to move around or stay occupied with a task. So he leaves it alone, let’s Soap enjoy his time on the game with who he believes is Simon, and uses the time to focus on starting that book he’s been meaning to read.
Except the longer this goes on the stronger the ache to be close to Soap gets, desperation forming like a jumbled up knot.
And desperate times call for desperate measures, yeah?
So one random evening he waltzed into their shared bedroom he can barely hold back a smirk. There Soap was, comfortably seated in the expensive gaming chair he invested in—claimed it would help with his performance while he played bloody fortnite, but Kyle knew better than that—far too absorbed with whatever game he played, eyes never leaving the monitor screen.
Sneaking up on him was far easier since Soap had the comically large headset on, the voices of whoever he played with filtered along with the game’s background soundtrack.
Kyle crawls under the desk unnoticed. It was a tight fit with lots of room to stretch his arms but the crown of his head was just shy of the surface underneath the desk.
He almost drooled at the sight before him, the exact target of his little…expedition, and was delighted to see the slight bulge his partner was sporting—half-chubbed the the gray sweatpants Kyle loved to see him wear.
He goes unnoticed, Soap rambling into the headset about how he’s down and needs a heal, whatever that bloody means—up until he’s pressing his face directly into the swell of his crotch.
Soap stumbles with his words, rolling back in the chair to reveal his boyfriend, of many years, happily perched on his knees beneath the desk. He was a sight for sore eyes, all smooth brown skin, warm round eyes and soft plumps lips.
“The hell are you doing down there?”
Gaz shrugged, trying to mask the pout forming with faux difference. “Payback of sorts? You’ve been awfully distracted lately.”
The connotation isn’t lost on Soap, and it makes him feel awful. For nearly two weeks more he’s been ignoring his boyfriend, the love of his life, to sit at this bloody desk to play some bloody game rather. Kyle had every right to be mad or upset with him.
“I’m sorry, Ky, I know i’ve been-”
Soap doesn’t get to finish his apology before Kyle yanks the back, rough hands gliding up the expanse of his clothed legs, only resting once they reach their target: his cock.
“I’m aware, trust me. But I know a way we can spend some time together while you play.” His voice dips into a soft purr and Soap sits upright an inch more, brow raised in intrigue.
Kyle’s lips spread into a wide impish grin, a glint in his eye that has Soap’s cock twitching in his sweats. He knows his lover like he knows how to clear a room, with a proficiency of a man determined to make it back home, and he knows when Kyle has been stretched thin to the point of cruelty.
“You’ll see, love. Just continue playing your game.”
There’s a hint of reluctance in the way Soap turns his attention back to the monitor screen, slowly adjusting himself back against the chair after a long stare.
Kyle waits a couple minutes. Until the knowledge of Kyle crouched under the desk becomes an afterthought and he’s back to hooting into the headphone speaker.
Only then does move, a gentle hand reaching the waistband of Soap’s sweats, teasing the skin on his hips while the other hand palms the small bulge through the fabric.
A sick, sadistic part of Kyle relishes in the sharp gasp Soap lets out, cutting off whatever words he was too busy to even notice. “Lift your hips up for me.” He says simply, pulling the clothing down until it rests against plump thighs when Soap complies.
Soap was always a sight to see from his heavy low-hanging balls to the poor little cock perched on top of them. His thumbs brush across dark coarse hairs, trailing along plush tanned skin on Soap’s stomach down to pelt framing his nutsack.
He doesn’t waste anymore time before kissing the tip, teasing the sensitive head with small circles of his tongue, the slight bitter taste of salt already dripping past his lips.
Kyle moans appreciatively when he slides more of the length into his mouth, feeling the involuntary buck of Soap’s hips as he mumbles a curse. His cock grows into his mouth, throbbing from the wetness and heat, and a shiver ripples along his spine.
Soap wasn’t big, the head of his cock just barely hitting the back of his mouth, but sucking him off was Kyle’s favorite pass time. He was just so cute and sensitive, squirming around after a few bobs while trying to bite back the pathetic whines threatening to escape.
He almost lets out a guttural moan when Kyle suddenly sucks hard, his cheeks hallowing as he pulls off with a pop.
“Gotta keep it down or else your buddy will hear you.” He says, focusing on the tip of Soap’s poor weeping dick.
“Unless you don’t mind them hearing how pathetic you sound when your pretty little cock in my mouth.”
Soap ruts up, once then twice, the mean purr in his boyfriend’s voice had him hot and bothered all over, face flushing down to his neck and past the neckline of the blue shirt he wore. His eyes were glossed over with unshed tears. Kyle could barely see the vibrant blues of his irises with how wide his pupils were.
“Awe, look at my poor baby. A needy crying mess, can’t even handle having your pathetic cock sucked, can you?”
Soap shakes his head frantically. Kyle was usually a sweet lover, showering him with praise and affection until he was red in the face, but even with the mean, condescending words Soap felt like his nerves were on fire, heart pounding in his chest like it wanted nothing more than to leap out in offering for the man sucking the air out his lungs from his tiny cock.
By now the game and the fact that Simon was on the other end of his headset had become an afterthought, too caught up in the bless of pleasure to care about that right now.
He just needed to feel Kyle hot mouth surrounding him again, sucking and licking his sensitive knob of a cock.
“Kyle- fuck, Kyle I’m so close.”
He only gets a long hum in response, the vibrations adding to the bob of Kyle’s head as a white-hot ball forms low within his gut.
Kyle looks up at Soap through dark lashes, watching as a stream of tears fall down flush cheeks, mewls and whines a jumbled up choirs that makes his own cock jump in his pants—palming himself in sync with his mouth.
Ropes of warm, sticky jizz fills Kyle’s mouth in seconds, a deep moan racking Soap’s chest, head thrown back into the headrest on the chair.
Underneath the bitter saltiness there was a hint of something sweet and Kyle swallowed every thick spurt in appreciation until it was too much.
He pulls off, almost choking at the sheer amount of spend his boyfriend tended to release. “Shit.” he curses, watching the way the milky liquid drips down his cock and balls, covering the entire shaft.
A few moments pass of Soap panting as he comes down his the height of his arousal.
“Good, lad. You did so well for me, gonna clean you up now.”
The heat of Kyle’s wet mouth causes Soap to twitch. He licks every centimeter of his cum-covered dick, eager to clean every bit up.
A pair of strong hand grip the back of Soap’s neck, pulling him down when he willingly follows before Kyle’s tongue enters his mouth. He can taste himself and the faint hint of mint on Kyle’s tongue and he moans into the kiss, melting into the possessive touch of his lover.
When Kyle pulls away he’s chasing after him, already missing the feeling of his lips pressed into his own, but is stopped by the hand at his nape.
At that exact moment a sound comes from the other end of the headset, the voice low and teasing, but could be heard by them both with the lack of background music playing.
“Sounds like you lot are having some fun over there, huh? Must’ve missed the invite, but that sounded bloody sexy if you asked me.” he chuckles.
Soap groans, pinching his the bridge of his nose. “Steamin’ Jesus, Simon!”
Kyle laughs, the sound light and airy.
“We’ll make sure to invite you next time, Simon.” He gazes at Soap, the browns of his eyes a lot softer than when he initially marched in. “In the meantime, you lot can keep playing while I cock warm you, sounds good?”
Kyle eyes the bob of Soap’s Adam’s apple when he swallows then nods slowly. He flashes a bright smile, “Perfect,” before he’s sinking back down onto his cock, mouth and nose full of Soap and Soap alone.
