playing fort w aaron wbu
Bear
at somas
Fe
nice, i miss u
Bear
aw r u dumping me?
Fe
no babe, just waiting for my side piece to leave
Bear
lmao does aaron know he’s the side piece?
Fe
i don’t see why that’s important
Bear
want to watcha movie tonight and cuddle?
Fe
ya. can aaron join?
Bear
ya
Fe
then ttyl
Alittle while later, when Soma walks back into the room, he drapes himself over my back. I make anoofsound when he lands that makes him laugh. His hair is still wet, dripping onto my own, over my ears, down my neck—making me shiver.
“Soma, you’re making me all wet.” I complain, feeling him grin at the nape of my neck where his face is buried.
“Oh, am I?” His hands run down my sides until they reach my hips, touching lightly. I turn my head as much as I can to look back at him.
“You little pervert. You know what I mean.” He laughs, using this change to lean forward and give me another one of those slow, tortuous kisses. It’s like being shown a pizza after a competition and being told you can’t eat a slice. “You’re teasing.” I say when he pauses to take a breath.
“Aw, but it’s so much fun.” I roll my eyes. “You want more?” He leans back until he’s sitting on his heels and lets me flip over.
“Dude!” Soma is in nothing but a towel. He’s grinning even
wider now, a soft blush covering his cheeks.
“What? I didn’t bring clothes to the bathroom.” I look him up and down. His toned chest, the lines of his abs, the V of his hips disappearing into the white towel. I sit up and pull his face to mine, shoving my tongue into his mouth to slide against his. He groans, pushing me back until he’s lying on top of me, hands touching whatever they can reach. He pulls my shirt off.
“You’re so soft.” Soma whispers against my skin, like he only wants me to know, even if no one else is around. “So pretty, Ravi.” He’s kissing my chest, licking at my nipples and giving me open-mouthed, wet kisses all the way down to the waistband of my red board shorts. He licks the bulge that's growing, staring up at me with that heated gaze he gets anytime he looks at me for too long. It makes me whine—every time he looks at me like that. Like my body knows what's about to happen, like it's agreeing.
