Chapter 25 of Always & Forever out now:
“I want the whole world besides us to disappear.”
"When I'm with you, it feels like it does."
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77096741/chapters/232219556
wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1639742641-always-forever-an-original-work-four-years-ago
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Chapter 25- continued:
Seth's P.O.V.
“Masturbate, but…do it to me.” I tell him, slowly letting my hand go into the waistband of his underwear.
"Exactly." He shivers in excitement, reaching down to my underwear, too. "It might be easier if you get fully naked."
“Or we can keep our underwear on and also get under a blanket like in the Sims?”
"I'd be feeling around a little aimlessly, but I could try... you have to guide me to your dick then hold the blanket up."
Sounds so weird. I’m ready for it, though.
At least, I think I am.
“Think so?” I ask.
"I think we can manage it, if it's what you want." He agrees with me, "We'll have to get up to get under the covers, though."
His bed is perfectly made, unfortunately for us.
“We have to get up.” I say, slowly moving off of him. I’m hard in front of a guy…? And that’s okay?
He watches me, more excited then I think I've ever see him as he also gets up. He quickly pulls the top cover off and lays back down where he was. "Hurry up~"
“I…I’m trying.” Why is this so difficult for me? What’s wrong with me?
I get in the bed under the covers with him, checking the door again. It’s a trick, someone’s here.
"Hey, this'll be fun." He promises, moving so he's pressed against me and we're on our sides again.
“Your average-sized dick feels pretty nice to me.”
"Thanks...Can I touch yours?" He asks, slowly trailing his hand down my chest, then to my stomach again.
“Y…yeah.”
He lingers on the waistband of my underwear, seeming nervous before slowly slipping it in. His hand is cold as it brushes against my thigh, off the mark from where he's supposed to be. "...It's dark, sorry." He giggles as he moves it to my penis, slowly wrapping his hand around it.
“Hm…” I grab his shoulder, “don’t be too…intense.”
"Slow?" He suggests, not moving.
“Slow is good.”
He gently runs his hand up, then down my dick, using the other to hold the blanket up over us.
"Like this...? I'm sorry that I don't know what I'm doing."
“It’s okay. Do you need help?” I ask as if I can help.
"Hold the blanket up?" He suggests, "So I can keep touching you?"
“Why does the blanket need held up?”
"So I don't suffocate?"
“You can suffocate on something.”
"..." He blushes, hiding his face into my shoulder as he keeps moving his hand slowly up and down, "I'd prefer not to, not for the first time."
“Some other time?” I ask, overheating but still wanting to throw five blankets over us.
"If... you still like me after not knowing how to do it? Yes."
“I’m just— what do you mean?”
"It was a self-deprecating joke, sorry."
“Oh. I wasn’t sure if you were saying you were going to do it wrong.”
"Not on purpose! I just really REALLY like you, so I want to get this right." He says, a bit breathlessly as he brings me into another kiss. His hand never stops moving on me.
I kiss him back for a moment, eyes open to focus on our surroundings. “Let’s block out all the light?”
He tries to shift the blanket up more, tucking us in some, "like that...?"
“I want the whole world besides us to disappear.”
"When I'm with you, it feels like it does." He smiles softly at me. It's darker now, I can only see it because he's so close.
“I don’t just mean ‘feels like it’ I mean actually.”
"It's a nice sentiment, but we'd have to deal with the whole world alone. We wouldn't actually survive in a dystopian society."
He takes it too seriously, like always.
“I think we’d be fine. We could figure it out.”
"I'd run out of insulin and die, so I don't think we could." He points out, kissing me again.
“I guess that’s true…”
He kisses my neck, "But we're alone right now. We don't have to hide."
“We’re alone?” I ask.
He nods, "Just us. no one else will be a problem."
“Okay… how does this end?”
"With you... cumming then returning the favor."
That’s not where it ends though. I’m still here after that.
“…okay.”
"Okay~" He trails kisses along my neck and my chest as he keeps pace on me. "And this is all okay?"
“If it’s what you like.”
"I want you to enjoy it. You're so tense, honey."
“I am? Why?” I ask.
"I don't know." He rubs my shoulder with his free hand, trying to get it to relax.
I attempt to force myself. “I’m going to make a mess.”
Duncan cringes, but nods, "We'll clean it up, it's okay."
“I’ll clean it up. Don’t worry.”
"Mmm... I'll do it." He says instead, before bringing me into another kiss.
“You can clean up your own.”
"I'll do both. It's my bed."
“It’s my mess.” Even though it’s his fault it would happen.
"I'm causing it~ Are you... do you like this?" He asks, watching me closely.
“…” I’m not reacting enough, “ohh, I love it.” I moan.
He grins, "Good, I want to make you feel really good, baby."
“Maybe you can go faster.”
He nods his head, before speeding up the movment, "Better?"
A real noise comes out of me. I don’t even know how to describe it. Feminine?
Am I feminine?! Wait, am I the girl in all of this?
“…better.” I say anyway.
"Sounds like it. I want you to keep making that noise." He says hungrily.
“What noise?”
"The moan, it was so sexy."
“I don’t control that.” Do I?
"I know, I'm just telling you it's hot."
“Make it happen again then, genius.”
"I'm trying. Want me to tell you some more space facts?"
“…yeah.”
"The moon isn't actually a circle. It's lemon-shaped." He murmurs against my skin, keeping up his quicker pace, "Due to its own spin and the tidal tug of the earth... It's not an orb."
“It’s obviously a circle. I’ve seen it.”
"It's slight, baby. We're damn far away from the moon."
“It’s a perfect circle.”
"Nope. Lemon."
“…This is why you should use your mouth for better things.”
"Sorry! I... do you want me too?"
“…Whatever you’re comfortable with.” If he asks me to do the same, I’ll cry.
"Is this not good enough? I can shut up." He offers.
“This is great!”
"I love you." He murmers.
“Whoa…yeah, this is great.”
He smiles nervously, continuing to jerk me off.
I don’t move or look at him anymore. I need to focus on making this last the right amount of time. Which is…?
"You're great. You're so great." He insists quickly.
“I am?” I ask, “How long am I supposed to do this?”
"Until you finish...?"
“But isn’t it good to last longer?”
"It is, but... I guess it's something you build up to? According to google."
“You’ve never….?”
"I've... done it on my own before. But isn't that different? I don't know."
“…yeah, totally different.” I nod.
"So... I don't know. Just do it when it feels right."
“Don’t be mad then.” I won’t last long. He’s too hot.
"No, of course not. You're really hard."
“I’m really excited.”
"I can tell. I'm glad... it means you like me." He smiles shyly.
“I like you a lot.” I say, “I can hardly hold back most the time.”
Like at school…
"Really? What do you want to do to me in school?" He asks, sounding excited at the idea of it.
Is it a good thing to him? It’s not a good thing.
“Bring you in one of the bathrooms with me…”
"Yeah?" He murmers.
“Push you up against the wall and…”
"And?" He murmers, slowly kissing my neck.
“And then we get caught and expelled.”
"No... I figured you'd do something like this to me." He says, but still stiffens, falling out of whatever fantasy he was thinking of.
“Like this?” I question.
"Mhm...in the bathroom." He murmers, "God, my face is so red probably... I'm sorry."
“I’d probably do something way more intense than this. That’s why we’d get caught. You’d be so loud.”
"I-I would. You'd need to cover my mouth. With your hand."
“You’d be okay with that?”
"Mhm. It's hot."
“I can do it now.” That would keep us more hidden.
"Wait until it's my turn. That'll be sexy."
“My hand’ll be busy then~”
"Do it." He decides.
“I’d rather kiss you to make you quiet.” I decide. I don’t want to seem aggressive. Even a little.
"I think that sounds a lot better." He leans in and kisses me, hesitant at first.
This is so weird yet so wonderful feeling, I might die.
“You’re killing me.” I whine.
"ME?! I never even thought I'd be lucky enough to have a boyfriend. This is amazing."
I never thought I’d be unlucky enough to be stuck with a BOYfriend.
“And you’ve got a hot one.” I murmur.
"The hottest." He agrees, kissing along my shoulder slowly.
“You didn’t have to agree to that.”
"I wanted too. It's true. Look at you." He murmurs, kissing me again.
“I can’t.” I chuckle.
"Well... hypothetically!"
“Hypothetically?! Explain.”
"Look in a mirror, Seth!"
“Right now? I’m a lil preoccupied.”
"Later." He giggles cutely. "Not now..."
“Oh my god. I’m so embarrassed.”
"Why? You're very hot." He tells him.
“I said something embarrassing~”
"No~ you didn't." He starts peppering my face with kisses, tightening his grip on my hard cock. His movment speeds up, the friction making warmth spread in my stomach.
“Oh, fuck, Donuts~”
"Donuts, really?" He sighs softly.
“Mhm, that’s your name.” I try to joke around, but I can’t help moaning a little.
"You're lucky you're so sexy." He murmers.]
“I’m soooo sexy.” I don’t know why, I’m not doing anything. I’ve always imagined myself doing MUCH MORE to him.
"Quit joking and cum for me?" He asks hopefully, watching my reaction.
“I’m trying n-not to.”
"Why, baby? It'll feel so good." He says softly. "You're ready too, I can tell."
“I can last longer…”
"You don't have too~"
“I’d like to let this last as long as possible.”
"But..." he murmers, kissing me again, "we can always do it again."
“We can?”
When? This was completely coincidental that no one’s here.
"If we get alone time again... doesn't happen often, but it does happen. I want to memorize you before then." He murmers, running his free hand down my chest slowly.
“Maybe we can kick your family out some time.”
"I'd really like that. My mom always wants to visit my aunt~" he kisses along my jaw slowly.
“Really? She could do it…every day.”
"I wish." He agrees, kissing down my neck slowly, "if we could do this every single day."
“Would you want to?” I’d want to.
"Definitely. This is amazing."
“I want to, too.”
"One day I'll have my own house and we can." He suggests.
“When?” I complain.
"After school~" He keeps kissing me, "You're so beautiful..."
“We already knew that.”
"Mmm. Did I say that already? My brain just keeps going seth~ Seth~"
“It did~?”
"It still is. You're all i can think about!"
“I am?” I moan.
"Yeah~ you're everything." He promises, sealing it with another kiss.
“I can’t hold back anymore.” What’s this going to feel like? Am I going to die?
"Then let go." He whispers in my ear.
“Don’t…want to.”
"Do it for me?" He lets out a quiet whimper, before continuing to kiss down along my chest. "Please?"
It destroys my whole body when I do. I feel like I’m falling apart which Duncan is trying to hold me together, and the second best experience of my life doesn’t even compare to this. Whatever it is.
I finish, and he keeps moving his hand on me until I’m sputtering out his name like some sort of loser bottom freak.
He slows to a stop. "You're so perfect." He murmers.
“Whaaat?”
He kisses me softly before starting to pull away and touch himself through his underwear. "I... you're perfect."
“That’s so hot…”
"It would be hotter if you were doing it?" He asks hopefully, starting to slip his underwear off.
“It’s hot watching you do it.”
He moves slower, the hand that was just on me now slowly jerking himself off. "Is it?"
“So much…”
"There's still your cum on my hands." He blushes as he swiftly handles his erect penis.
“Perfect lubrication I’m sure.”
"It is..." He bites back a moan from his own handywork. "Shit... would you at least kiss me or something?"
I take a deep breath and move my hand down to join his, but not necessarily replace it. “Kiss me all you want, gorgeous.”
I can do this, I can…
He cuts my thoughts off with a desperate, messy kiss. "I like you so much..."
I’m going to cry and be sick while also moaning and experiencing the best thing I’ve ever experienced. “This is everything…”
"You're everything." He murmurs, "This is... It's never been this good before."
He feels so weird in my hand. “You mean it?”
"I mean it. This is so much better then I expected." He bites his lip.
“You didn’t think I’d be good then?”
"No...? I didn't think Sex would feel this good. Way better then on your own. "
“Well…duh.”
"I know, that's why I feel stupid saying it."
“You do?” I sigh.
"A little?" He blushes.
“Don’t.” I tell him.
"It's hard too think about much outside of this, so okay."
“Feel free to orgasm instantly thanks to my wonderful sexual prowess.”
"I will soon." He promises.
“It feels good?” I double check.
I might be gay.
"It feels amazing, Seth... you're amazing."
“I’m doing this right, that’s great.” I chuckle.
"Of course you are." He grips my empty arm tightly with his free hand.
“Say ‘fuck’.”
"W-why?" He stammers, watching me with wide eyes.
“‘Cuz it’s hot.”
He waits a moment, and on the downstroke instead of just moaning, he moans "Fuck..."
“And my name~?”
"Seth... Seth." He says desperately, now begging for me instead of the other way around.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
"You. I want you." He begs helplessly, holding his hand around himself tighter.
“Don’t make a big mess, sweetie.”
"I-I'll try not too." He stammers again.
Contrary to that, he does make a mess when he orgasms. A part of me wants to lick it up. The other part gags at the sight alone.
“Good, Duncan~”
He leans back tiredly, like he's exausted himself. "Thanks..."
“THANKS?”
"Yes?!" He squeaks, "Thank you?!"
“De nada.”
"Sorry... I meant that I love you. Thank you for... doing this with me." He blushes even harder "um... I'll clean up."
“Okay…”
He kisses me softly.
I kiss him back for a moment. “We need to make sure everything’s really clean and doesn’t smell weird so we don’t get caught…”
"I can run the sheets and blanket through the wash." He suggests, pulling it off of us.
“A couple times?”
"A couple? One isn't enough?" He starts slipping away from me.
“Maybe three, three’s a good number.”
"Three? I might have time for a double wash, but I need them dry before Mom gets home. I can maybe spot wash them first...?" He murmers.
“What’s that mean?” I ask.
"Like, clean off the areas that are... dirtiest in the sink in the laundry room first?"
“What if you got caught doing that?”
"No one's home? How would I get caught?"
“…I don’t know. If someone came home?”
"They won't. I'll be fast... did any get on the sheets?"
“Yeah.”
"...I'll get dressed and cleanup."
“I’ll do that too.” I get up.
He nods, "Yeah... wow. Sorry, I feel euphoric."
“Yaa…me too.” I go with that.
He smiles at me, "I'm going to go... clean myself up, then. Coming?"
“Already came.” I grin.
He chuckles cutely. "Oh... that's not what I meant."
“I know~”
This is the first time of many. If I can find a way to get him away from his family more often.
We need privacy. Where can we get privacy…?
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