michael yelled again at the small screen and dropped his controller, stretching and spreading his legs out, only to pick it up again. you bit your lip as you watched your boyfriend. eyebrows furrowed, lip pulled into his mouth and dick prominently strained against his boxers. you had teased him in soundcheck and you guess he was giving you the silent treatment.
"c’mon, mikey! you can’t ignore me forever."
you huffed and straddled his thigh where he moved his head around you and you heard his breath hitch as you moved your hips, the friction creating a delicious spark of pleasure in your belly and he dropped the controller only to push you back on the couch and rub his clothed crotch against yours. “jesus mikey.”
"shut up." he whispered, humping you as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.