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Sarawat
I wasn’t a jealous person, not normally. I had my moments, but everyone did. No one could go through their lives without a moment of jealousy, it was a natural emotion to feel even in relationships. It was how you reacted that mattered. When I was jealous, I tended to… sulk. Sulk if we were in public or, if Tine allowed, remind myself that I was the only one that was allowed to touch him as I could in private. It was never him that needed reminding, I never doubted that he was aware of it. Just sometimes, the jealousy flared up when men turned their gaze his way and it lingered there too long.
And Tine, my oblivious love, never knew when someone was flirting with him, He hadn’t known when I was flirting with him, and I had told him a number of times that I was. So, while it was annoying to watch someone stand next to him and try to flirt with him, it was also amusing in a sense because he had no idea that they were. He just smiled in his friendly way and nodded, carrying on the conversation.
Even his friends rolled their eyes and shook their heads at his missing of the signals people tried to send him.
“Wat.” Tine nudged my arm as we entered the dorm, locking the door behind us. I glanced over my shoulder towards him, tipped my head to the side as he tugged at the sleeve of my shirt. I might have been sulking. Might have been sulking since we left the small bar that I played at earlier, but I couldn’t help it. “Why are you sulking? What did I do?”
He hadn’t done anything; it wasn’t him that I was annoyed at. It was the man that had approached him while I had been on stage that I was annoyed with. He had gotten closer than I cared for, lingered closer to him for longer than I was comfortable with. The thing was, Tine was nice. It hadn’t made him uncomfortable, so he hadn’t moved away or made the guy move either. I wasn’t sure what they had been talking about, but they had talked for a while. Even while Tine’s eyes had been on me, their conversation continued.
“You didn’t do anything.” I rubbed the back of his hair gently, touching my lips to his forehead before heading upstairs, setting my guitar case aside. I could be jealous, but I wasn’t going to be an asshole about it. Tine couldn’t control what other people did any more than I could. “I’m sorry if I made it seem that way. Come here.”
I pulled him in against me when he joined me upstairs, his face finding the curve of my neck and I smiled. I rubbed a hand slowly over his back as he snuggled himself in close to me, his fingers curling into the back of my shirt. Perhaps I had been sulking too much, been too annoyed at the display I’d seen earlier. It wasn’t his fault, wasn’t his doing. I slid my arms around him, hugging him to me gently in apology. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. You didn’t do anything, baby. I promise.”
“Why are you sulking then?”
“Mmm… I didn’t like the way that guy you were talking to was standing so close to you. I’m fine when it’s your friends or Man or Boss. The club members don’t bother me at all. I just didn’t like how close that guy was. I didn’t know who he was. I guess I got a little jealous.” I nuzzled his cheek gently, drew a soft giggle from him that made me smile. “I felt the urge to put myself between you and him. I just didn’t like it.”
Tine eased back to look at me, gave me a small smile as he dropped a soft kiss to my lips. At the beginning, neither one of us would have admitted to it. To feeling jealous, other than in a fit of frustration or anger. It was easier now, made more sense to just be honest about it rather than letting it lead to a fight later on, let it lead to problems further down the road. There were times where he had been jealous, times where I had been jealous. Now we just admitted it, dealt with it.
“That’s why you had a grumpy look on your face while you were up there. I couldn’t figure out what it was.” He said and took hold of my hands when I rolled my eyes at him. “I didn’t know it was about that! Man and Boss were being a little loud too, you know.”
They had been.
“I was more focused on you than I was on them. I’m used to them being loud at this point.” I lifted a brow at him when he guided my hands beneath his shirt, tipped my head to the side as he eased my touch higher against his skin. “What are you doing, Tine?”
“Remind me whose name I like to whine so much?”
“Have you forgotten?” I asked, my tone teasing as I turned him towards the bed, backed him slowly towards it. He shook his head slowly, lifted his arms so I could draw his shirt off and toss it to the floor.
“No, but I like it when you remind me.” My shirt joined his on the ground after he pulled it off, his fingers skimming over my skin in a light path. I couldn’t help but laugh when he flashed me a playful grin, his eyes a mixture of heated and playful as I gave him a gentle shove onto the bed. He bounced when he hit it, a soft laugh coming from him as he reached up and tugged me down onto it with him. I stopped myself before I landed on top of him, his eyes alight with playfulness as he lent up to capture my lips with his own.
It was just one of the many things that I adored about him, his playful and lighthearted nature. There were times where I could be a little too serious, where my quiet nature needed someone to guide me into having fun and going with the flow of things. Maybe it was the older brother in me, maybe it was just my nature, I wasn’t quite sure of it. Perhaps a combination of both. I knew how to have fun, knew how to relax but sometimes I needed a nudge in the right direction. Before Tine came along, Man and Boss were there to make sure that I never got too serious, that I relaxed when I needed to.
Now Tine was here to do just that, and he made sure that I did often with his playful nature, drawing me in with his soft giggles that I was fond of, his cute smiles that I adored. Sometimes I slipped into being playful without realizing just to bring out a giggle from him because I was so fond of hearing it.
He caught me off guard when he flipped our positions and rolled me beneath him, a surprised grunt coming from me when he lent back with a grin of victory, his hands flat against my chest. As he straddled my lap, I slid my hands to his waist causing him to squirm as I hit a spot that was ticklish, one that I knew was but tended to forget about sometimes. I lifted a brow slowly at him, a slow smile slipping onto my lips as he gazed down at me, his eyes narrowing at me just slightly.
“Don’t you dare. Wat… Don’t you e-“ He didn’t get to finish his words as he broke off into laughter when I squeezed his sides, making him squirm about as he tried to break free from my hold. His laughter, a sound I adored, filled the room and he batted at my hands as he fumbled to try to get me to release him. There was rarely a time that I ever touched Tine if he didn’t want me to. If I were comforting him I would even if he tried to squirm away, or if I were bandaging a wound that he got from practicing guitar for too long I would. Or in this case if I was tickling him I would.
Had he of voice genuine displeasure, sounded as if he were serious about me stopping, I would have without hesitation. I knew him well enough to know when he was uncomfortable with something, even when he wouldn’t voice it. In this moment, while he may have been squirming about trying to get away from my hands, it wasn’t because he was uncomfortable it was simply because it tickled, and it was a natural response.
I managed to dodge his hands for a few more seconds before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them back against the bed, his breath coming in soft pants, his cheeks flushed as he gazed down at me. His gaze traveled over my face and I gave him an innocent look, one that he scowled at. I wasn’t innocent and both of us knew it.
“Don’t you look at me like that.” He grumbled, adjusting his position in my lap, sending a shiver down my spine. The squirming had been the reason he’d been able to grab my wrists in the first place. It had been just a little distracting.
“You told me to remind you whose name you liked to whine so much. Wasn’t I just doing what you’d told me to do?” I asked, unable to stop myself from smirking up at him. He shot me another small scowl and I sat up with a soft chuckle, pleased when he let my slide my hands around to grip his ass gently, his hands going to my shoulders. “Was that not what you meant?”
“You knew that wasn’t what I meant.” He mumbled, his breath leaving him shakily when I drew him in closer to me, making him raise up onto his knees a few inches. He gazed down at me as I dropped soft kisses over his chest, his fingers tracing a slow path over the back of my neck. “I’m not going to give in that easy now. You’re going to have to work for it. And moans don’t count. Neither do whimpers. You have to make me whine.”
I lifted a brow and smirked when he tugged at my hair, lifting my gaze towards his, saw heat burning there as he watched me. “Are you issuing a challenge to me, Tine?” I asked and he lifted his brows in response, tipping his head to the side a little. I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, especially one that was presented to me like this. No, this would be a fun challenge to tackle, to win.
When I lent to the send slightly, he fished what I wanted from the drawer, dropping it down next to us. While it may have been a challenge issued, neither one of us were stupid. Steps had to be taken, things couldn’t be skipped and we both knew it. I gave his ass an affectionate pat before giving the band of his pants a light tug. He eyed me suspiciously, an action I didn’t blame him for since he didn’t know what sort of tricks I was planning at all, before he stood and removed the remainder of his clothes, returning to my lap once he had.
“I trust you completely, but I’m suspicious of everything you do right now.” He said as I opened the bottle, making me laugh. I glanced up at him as I began the process of preparing him for me, watched the pleasure settle onto his face as he gave a soft moan. I enjoyed watching him as he took the pleasure I gave him, enjoyed watching the expressions that he made, the flush that crept over his skin.
“That’s because you’re smart, baby. I’d be suspicious of me too right now.” I murmured softly, rocking my fingers deeper inside of him, intentionally missing that spot I normally always sought out for him. As his hips began to rock in time with me, I knew that he was trying to find it himself, wanted that intense pleasure that rushed over him whenever I hit it. I gave a small smirk and stilled my motions against him, earning myself a soft whimper of frustration from him. “Go ahead and do it yourself. You know how, show me.”
In slow motions, he started to rock down against my hand, his hips in search of that spot. I knew when he was close to it and each time he was close to hitting it, I shifting my fingers just enough so he couldn’t hit it. Each time he squirmed, I adjusted my hand just enough to deny him what he wanted until he was panting against my neck, hips fingers curled into the band of my pants as he gave a soft moan of frustration.
I knew he wanted to swear at me.
“Give me what I want, Tine. And I’ll give you want you want. Doesn’t that sound nice?” I said softly and he shook his head, making me chuckle at him. He was being stubborn this time, not that I minded. I didn’t mind at all, actually. It was interesting when he got like this, when he was willing to give a challenge and see what happened from there, was glad when his shyness fell away to let him explore things. It was happening more often, fortunately.
I drew my fingers from and shifted him onto his back slowly, eased my way down between his legs that he parted to accommodate me. I glanced up towards him, giving him another chance to say it, to give me what I wanted to hear, but all he did was press his lips together in refusal, making me smirk at him. He could be stubborn, then I wouldn’t hold back from giving him any form of teasing that I possessed. I knew what would work on him, after all. He knew it too.
I said nothing as I drew him into my mouth in a slow motion that had him whimpering. I used my mouth on him in the ways I knew he liked, drawing him in slowly before easing back, taking him again, nursing the vein in his cock slowly, my motions teasing and slow. His hips lifted, giving gentle thrusts into my mouth, which I allowed, letting him ease more of himself into my mouth as he did so. My gaze lifted to him when I heard muffled whimpers and moans, soft sounds of pleasure coming from him as he drew a pillow over his face, none of them the sound that I desired to hear from him.
Gently, I eased his hips back down to the bed, pinning them there much to his protest as his body trembled. The bitter taste of precum filled my mouth as I slid back up the length of him in a slow motion that had him trembling beneath my motion. I knew this was torturous for him, but I would stop if he told me to, give him what he desired if he told me it was too much for him to take and he knew it.
“I want to swear at you so bad right now.” He panted, shoving the pillow away from himself as I slid off the bed to remove the remainder of my clothes. I gave him a small smirk, letting his eyes roam over me slowly. When his gaze reached where I ached for some form of relief, he bit down on his lower lip, making me tip my head to the side, I knew he liked looking at me, liked watching me, so I stroked myself in slow motions until he dropped his head back on a soft groan. “I take it back; I am going to swear at you. You’re such an asshole.”
I laughed as I returned to the bed, opening the condom and rolled it down over myself before pulling him closer to me, He drew his legs back, gripping them behind his knees to hold them in place as I eased into him slowly. His body shook in a soft shudder as I eased myself forward slowly, the gentle rocking of my hips that I started against him not exactly what he craved. I knew it as he sank his nails into his skin, bit down on his lip harder to stifle any sound that he could potentially make.
So, I eased forward before easing back, repeating the process in a slow motion that I knew was driving him insane. “I hate you so much right now.” He moaned, his body tensing around me as he panted. I chuckled softly at him when he looked at me, the affection he held for me clear in his eyes even if there was frustration mixed in with it.
“You know how to get what you want, Tine. You just need to make that one little noise for me. It isn’t hard to do, baby. I know you want to, just let go and do it for me. Hmm?” I coaxed him, but he shook his head as he panted softly. So stubborn was the love of my life.
Gently I took ahold of him, stroking him as I rocked into him, his breath coming in soft hitches as I did so, his head dropping to the side. He bit down on his lip again, his body trembling as I moved, as I edged him higher with slow strokes and slow thrusts inside of him. When he wiggled his way down closer to me, wiggled his hips closer so I struck deeper, I lifted a brow in amusement. He wasn’t aware of it, but he was close to giving me what I desired. He just needed a little more coaxing, something that would give him a gentle nudge over that threshold that he was trying so desperately to keep himself away from.
“Look at me, Tine.” When he turned his gaze towards me, I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, felt it go slick with precum, watched as pleasure rushed over his features. He bit down on his lip once more, as I knew he would. His eyes remained on me as I released his cock and lifted my hand to my mouth, drawing my thumb between my lips in a slow motion that had his breath hitching quickly. It was when I gave him what he desired, thrust hard into him that I was rewarded what I wanted.
He whined my name, soft and long, as his head dropped back and his legs trembled, his hold on them weakening. I rubbed the tops of his legs soothingly as I drew his legs to rest against my chest while his fingers tangled into the sheets.
“There you go. You held out so long, baby. You did so good.” I gave him soft words of praise. He had lasted far longer than I had thought he would, had been a great deal more stubborn than I had anticipated. He gazed at me with heat in his eyes and I gripped the tops of his legs, anchored him firmly against me. “Say it, Tine. Go on.”
“I want it. Please.” He whined it softly, the need in his voice apparent. “Don’t be gentle, I don’t want gentle. I want hard, fast. Please, Wat.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby. I promise, I won’t leave you aching or in need.” I murmured softly, rubbing the top of his legs gently, soothingly as he nodded. I saw complete trust in his gaze before he dropped his head back against the bed, my hips snapping into his in the pace that he desired. I gave him what he desired, what I desired, as I moved hard and fast against him, drawing moans and cries of pleasure from him as I filled him.
He said not to be gentle and while I was firmer with my movements, harder than I would have been in other instances, there wasn’t ever a time where I wasn’t gentle with Tine. I always handled him with care, with a gentleness that was just instinctive, that I didn’t even think about. I wouldn’t hurt him, but I knew what he had meant. He didn’t desire the slow, tender way I could take him sometimes. In those moments I brought out soft sighs of pleasure instead of the cries that I drew out of him now. He still moaned my name, but in soft sounds instead of the loud, needy way he did now. The sounds that filled the room then were the soft sounds of breathing, not the pants and gasps that did now, not the sound of skin meeting skin.
When Tine’s hand slid to his stomach and then up along his body, I struck deeper, drew a whimper from him as his fingers curled into the palm of his hand. It was a move that I was familiar with, I knew what he wanted. I took his hand, guided it slowly to his cock and coaxed him to take hold himself, his breath coming in soft pants as his fingers curled around himself. He wanted to touch himself, to bring himself another layer of pleasure, but sometimes I would bat his hand away so I could do it myself.
This time I wanted to see him do it.
“Let me watch you, Tine. Go on, baby.” I said, pleased when he eased himself higher in pleasure by stroking himself. His whimpers become more frequent, his breathing more rapid as he rocked himself between my thrusts and the stroking of his hand. The sight of him lost in the pleasure, his eyes closed as his body trembled, his lip caught between his teeth was something I would forever enjoy seeing. He began to squirm, and I held his legs tighter, struck deeper inside of him. “You can go higher than that, baby. I know you can. Go higher for me, just a little higher.”
He nodded quickly and fisted his hands in the sheet about his head, his breath coming in soft gasps. It was when his body quivered as I slid my hand along his leg that I knew he was where I wanted to take him. I adjusted my position just a little, just enough to strike his bundle of nerves as I brought my hips forward, the gentle caress I gave to his thigh a silent encouragement for him to come. He did with a cry that filled the room, his body tensing around me as I sank into him, savoring the feel of him clamping down around me. It was always an exquisite feeling, one that made me groan without fail.
“D-Don’t you dare stop.” Even as his legs slid down to my hips in a shaky glide, he gave the demand on a moan that I couldn’t ignore. I slid my hands beneath his ass, cupped him gently to tip his hips up and followed my desires, seeking out my own release. Somewhere along the lines, my grip on his ass tightened, became firmer than it originally had as his soft whines and whimpers wrapped around me, filling my senses. I didn’t think he honestly knew what the sounds he made did to me. “Yes… Baby…”
Or what it did to me when he called me baby.
I shifted a hand to his shoulder quickly to stop myself from falling against him as pleasure crashed into me, my hips seeking the deepest entrance I could gain into him as I came, his name leaving me on a soft groan. I stayed there with a hand on his shoulder and a hand on his ass until my breathing steadied, until my heart stopped beating wildly in my chest. When it had, I eased back slowly, pointing at him.
“Find your own nickname.” I said, easing myself from him slowly, rubbing the tops of his legs affectionately, an action I wasn’t aware that I often did after I was hard with him. Some unconscious part of me was always afraid that I would handle him too hard, would hurt him at some point. It was a soothing gesture to ease the shaking in his legs as well as for myself at times. When he giggled, I shot him a look, lifting a brow in his direction as I stood up slowly.
“Enjoy that name a little too much, do you?” He teased and I left him there, rolling my eyes as I disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom in the trashcan. I returned with a damp washcloth and sat next to him, cleaning him gently. Perhaps a little more gently than I would have normally, something he took note of. “I’m not going to break, you know. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”
I gave him a look when he rolled his eyes at me. “I went pretty hard on you, Tine. And some might say that I bullied you a little bit before we even got to the main part. I’m guessing you don’t agree by the way you’re grinning at me. Pervert, I knew you were enjoying yourself when I was teasing you.”
“Of course I was enjoying myself. You have magic fingers, you know. And you’re very giving with the talent of your mouth. I would tell you if I needed you to go easier on me, Wat. I promise I would.” He rolled onto his stomach, reached back and rubbed his ass lightly. The skin was a little red and I glanced at him, only to see him give me a small grin when I did. “You had a death grip on me at one point. And before you ask, no you didn’t hurt me. I’m just fine.”
I dropped a kiss to the back of his shoulder gently, stroking the skin that was a little redder than normal. “You promise I didn’t hurt you? You’re not just saying that so I won’t feel guilty or anything? I glanced down at him again, rubbed a hand over the small of his back slowly.
“Look at me, Wat.” His gaze was soft when I looked up at him, his gaze full of affection as he gave me a smile that I adored. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m not just saying it to make you feel better. Now, I might be a little sore tomorrow sure, but that happens sometimes. That just means you have to pamper and take care of me without complaint because you love and adore me.”
He was right about that. I did love and adore him, more than he knew. And I gladly pampered him the next day, when he was sore but made no complaints about it.