#stradler

Steven’s hips moved surprisingly steady against Izzy. They were cuddled up together in bed, Izzy playing the little spoon this time around. His dark hair was getting in the way of Steven’s face, but he was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even care. They were both only half awake, but they both had one goal: getting off. 

“I had a dream about you last night. Want me to tell you about it?” Steven asked and he received a nod almost immediately. He grinned and rubbed one hand over Izzy’s hip. “I dreamed about you waking me up with head,” He admitted. “You were down under the blankets and sucking me off like you were desperate for it. You needed it so bad you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up. Your mouth felt so fucking good around me,” Steven rambled, finding a good rhythm with Izzy. 

“You have interesting dreams,” Izzy murmured back to him and Steven knew exactly what he meant. He grinned and pressed a kiss to the back of Izzy’s head. “It must have been pretty vivid. You woke up humping my thigh like a puppy,” Steven blushed a bit at the knowledge he was doing that, but he wasn’t surprised. And Izzy was correct, it had been a really vivid dream. 

For a few more moments, they continued rocking against each other. They had a steady pattern going, Steven pressing forward just as Izzy rubbed back. It felt desperate and he was leaking in his boxers, the fabric becoming damp and sticking to the head. There was something extra pleasurable about just dry humping his partner. It wasn’t even particularly physically different, but it felt wrong and dirty in a way that excited him. Izzy pressed back especially hard, earning a whine. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep doing that,” Steven warned him, although it wasn’t him telling Izzy to stop. He was laughing as he said it and he was more than happy to keep going. Honestly, he hoped they’d keep going. Well, he hoped more that Izzy would offer to blow him or tell him that they could actually fuck, but he was happy to take whatever he could get. 

Izzy rocked back against him harder and Steven grasped more roughly at his hips. The added pressure rubbed Izzy against the head of his cock, friction becoming more intense. Steven couldn’t help himself. He held tightly onto Izzy and took control, keeping him in place as he chased that feeling.