#varon

It had started off with Valon innocently curled up on Jou's lap, gangly limbs sprawled in awkward positions as he drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. And then he'd gotten fingers tangled in his hair. No biggie, right? But Valon knew every twitch of his boyfriend's fingers, and he most certainly knew what their gentle but persistent grip meant. And then the hand drifting down to curl around his butt and give it a little squeeze. And then that same damn hand scraping up and down his fingernails with just enough pressure to cause goosebumps.

Before he knew it, those fingers were curled under the waistband of his pajama pants and drifting over his length. And the way his body reacted to that - had it no shame? It wasn't like he was fucking touch-starved, yet the whine he let out suggested he was.

But, Jou being Jou, he proposed a challenge. He would watch an hour-long movie, and Valon would sit there. Sit on his goddamn dick and bear it. And then Jou would fuck him until he was begging to stop. The image of that turned him on. The challenge only turned him on further. Nothing better than a challenge for the two of them. And if he lost, Jou would deny him his release all fucking night long.

So. Hips. Hips which occasionally shifted to a more comfortable position because why watch a movie when you're uncomfy? And god, when his boyfriend rolled over so they were both on their sides, he almost lost it. He wanted Jou to move inside of him, he wanted Jou to just fucking fuck him already!!