#hell yeahg

- Kyle lays on the couch, looking absolutely huge

- jesus christ, how are you supposed to function with him looking like this?

- you have work to do. very important work to do. but you keep looking over at him, on the couch opposite yours, just laying there and looking pretty

- he's evil. he must be evil.

- you turn back to your computer, typing away as he just lays there and scrolls on his phone

- one leg propped up on the arm of the couch, the other bent at the knee and propped up that way

- one arm hangs off the side of the couch, toying with the carpet, and the other holds his phone in those long, thick fingers of his.

- evil man. evil man. he must know what he's doing.

- except he must not, because he's just laying there. maybe this is a you thing. maybe you're just really worked up today. maybe you're just going crazy.

- again, you turn back to your laptop and try to ignore the tickly feeling in your chest and your own wandering mind

- it's somewhat futile.

- after a little while of working, Kyle calls out to you.

- "baby..." he whines. "c'mereeee..."

- you shake your head and mumble back. "kyle, I've got work to do..."

- "okay, come do it over here, then. c'mon. c'mere."

- you sigh, looking over at him and quickly giving in.

- "no shenanigans," you mumble half-heartedly as you grab your laptop and make your way over to him

- he lays his other leg down, pulling you onto his lap and setting your laptop down on his chest. he moves your legs to have you straddle him as he looks up at you with those so handsome, and so blue, bedroom eyes.

- fuck this guy.

- he wraps his big hands around your waist, squeezing lightly. the callouses rub against your soft skin as he drags them up and down your sides

- holy fuck. this is impossible.

- "c'mon, honey. don't you have work to do?" he drawls in that warm australian accent

- you get back to your work, occasionally making eye contact with him

- his hands come to rest at your sides, and you get back into the rhythm of things, working diligently.

- Kyle notices.

- Kyle begins to slowly roll his hips into yours.

- you gasp, hands balling into fists as you whine

- "hey!" he gives you an innocent little look, looking almost confused.

- "what? what's wrong?"

- "you- you're grinding into me!"

- Kyle shakes his head.

- "nuh uhh."

- "you're actively doing it right now."

- he just shrugs.

- "yeah? where's your proof?"

- you grumble. "oh, gee, I dunno, maybe the hard-on pressing into me?"

- "doesn't prove I'm grinding into you. maybe, if you give me a kiss, I'll stop teasing you."

- you sigh and smile, tilting the laptop screen down and kissing him.

- he moves one hand onto your cheek, trapping you in his kiss. he quickly moves your laptop, pulling you closer to him

- as he breaks the kiss, he whispers, out of breath.

- "worship me."

- his eyes are nearly begging you.

- I mean, might as well.

- you press kisses onto his cheek, taking one of his big arms into your hands and laving over his bicep with his tongue. he flexes for you, and you can feel his cock twitch beneath you as you press a warm, long kiss onto it.

- he almost whines as you make your way down to his hand, taking his long fingers into mouth.

- you lick and suck at his hands, pulling them out of your mouth and moving up to his chest.

- you pair your kisses with praises and compliments, and you make his hips buck into yours when you gently suck on his pecs momentarily.

- "holy fuck, I'm- nngh..." he moans softly. you can hear his noises picking up, and you know you're doing a good job. he's always so noisy, and he makes the prettiest little sounds.

- "please, please, keep going," he whines and begs. "m- more sucking, please, I-" his voice breaks as you suck on one of his nipples.

- his cock drools in his pants, straining painfully against the waistband

- as you make your way down, you pull his aching cock out of his pants, pulling them all the way down the rest of the way.

- it leaks and bobs, and you completely move past it in favour of his thighs

- he cries out, needier than you've ever seen him

- you kiss and bite and suck at his inner thighs, thick cock dripping onto your face.

- "please, pleaseee, suck me off, baby, c'mon..."

- he begs so pretty, you can't say no.

- you pull his cock into your mouth, feeling it twitch and stretch out your mouth.

- he babbles off "thank you, thank you" until you suddenly drop to the bottom and he gasps and claws at the couch around him.

- "ffffuck- so good, so warm, more, more, I'm so c- close, I-" he moans as you lick at the base, hollowing out your mouth and bobbing.

- it doesn't take long for him to cum, babbling and crying as he pumps your mouth full of him.

- you swallow it down, wiping your mouth as you rise off of him.

- "I was... I was expecting to be more dominant." he laughs, rubbing a hand against his head and recoiling when he realizes it's still wet with your spit. you laugh, grinning.

- "no, it was cute. you're cute." you lay your head on his chest as he holds onto you like a toy.

- "thank you."

- "oh, trust me, I was thinking about it before. you were laying there like a fucking prince, y'know, I just... my mind wanders."

- "mmm, that's a good idea. have you be like, my little servant. do everything I ask..." he grins and you can practically see the gears turn. "anyways. I love you, baby."

- you give him a little kiss and slink back down to lay on his chest. "I love you too."

babooooom

retitled for Tumblr, as always. this time the title is from the reason this is happening by red vox. I love you red vox

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