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“You’re a psycho.” You laugh and Bo shoots you an incredulous look as you continue, “And I- I don’t want to fight. So, let’s just drop this.”
He rolls his eyes.
“It’s not a big deal.” You insist, gesturing to the other three dumplings still left on the plate balanced in his hand.
He relents, “Okayyyy. But for the record,” He holds up a single finger, attempting to seem stern but instead you have to stifle another laugh. “You owe me a dumpling.” Bo lifts his fork to his mouth but pauses again, “I mean it, I won’t forget. You owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent.”
Now you laugh for real. “I don’t even know what the fuck that means.”
He merely scowls in response. You make a show then, holding eye contact with him, refusing to blink as you bring the stolen dumpling to your lips and slowly take a bite.
“You’re such a brat.”
“You love me.”
His eyes narrow, relenting. “Regardless, stop stealing my fucking food.”
You feel Bo approach you from behind, his hands falling to your hips and swaying you slightly to some unheard melody. You sigh and lean back into him, head resting on his shoulder and taking comfort in his touch.
“So about that dumpling equivalent you owe me.” He prompts.
“If you’re asking to collect, I’m not hungry.”
“But I am.” His voice is suddenly sultry and suggestive.
You look up at him over your shoulder only to be met with that look. It’s his ‘my dick is hard, please fuck me’ look.
You realize now he’s not talking about Chinese food.
Almost as if in sync with your thoughts, you feel him grind himself against you, fitting his hips to yours. His erection strains in his shorts and begs for your attention.
“Bo…” You warn, feeling a blush creep up the nape of your neck.
He tsks his tongue. “You owe me.”
You turn around in his arms and fix him with a steely smile. “Didn’t expect you to collect so soon.” You tease, falling into the role as your hands stroke over his chest.
“Mm… well, interest rates are high. This is for your benefit.” He quips.
“Oh, in that case…” Your hand drops to grope at him through his basketball shorts. Bo flexes into your touch with a low growl.
“What are the terms of this payment agreement?”
“I think you know what I want.” He prompts, reaching for your chin and swiping his thumb across your bottom lip before hooking into your mouth.
Your lips close around his thumb, sucking slightly and holding his gaze.
This is going to be interesting.
Bo leads you to the couch then, falling onto the cushions and relaxing back with a grin.
You slip to kneel on the floor between his legs and you both love and hate the way his smug ‘I’m getting what I want’ grin turns you on. Cheeky bastard.
You wonder for a moment what he’d do if you just crawled into his lap and slipped him inside, riding him into the couch, taking the easy way out.
As you reach for him, he grabs your wrists.
“Hold on-“ Bo gruffs, “Did you take out your Invisalign first?”
Fucker.
“You’re so rude to me, I swear.”
“How? I’m just watching out for your dental health.” He chuckles, eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief as he runs both hands through his long hair.
“Bullshit.”
“Okay fine. It’s clunky and feels like wet plastic. It’s like I’m getting sucked off by lego character.”
You pout a little, feigning offense. “You’re the worst.”
“Nah, honey. I just wanna feel all of you.” He laughs.
Annoyed, you’re a bit rough with him then, struggling with his basketball shorts. Your fingers pull at the waistband and he helps you, lifting his hips off of the couch so you can slip them down and off, freeing him.
As you admire his fully erect cock, flushed bright pink against his pasty white skin, there’s a familiar heat that swells in your belly. You’d never admit it to him but your mouth waters just a little bit every single time- if only he knew how turned on you were at this moment, it would be game over.
“Take off your shirt.” The request is simple enough but you shoot him a playful glare. “Please?” Bo pouts. “For me?”
You roll your eyes and sit back on your heels, doing as he asks. You roll your breasts in your hands, fingers dancing across your skin and teasing yourself a little bit just for his benefit.
“Shit. Look at you.” He breathes, reaching to play with your hair and twisting a strand around his finger.
Your own fingers close around the base of his shaft, squeezing just slightly. He’s heavy in your hand as you tease him with a single rough, dry stroke.
As you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and let him rest against your tongue, he hisses through clenched teeth, “Fuckkkk…”
Bo tastes like sweat and salt but there’s something sweet there too, a hint of citrus? Perhaps from his shower earlier this morning- You’re unsure but eager to chase it down.
Slowly, you begin to take him deeper, sliding up and down his length. You hollow your cheeks and keep your gaze locked on his face as his cock bounces against the back of your throat, despite only taking a little over half of him.
“So good.” He breathes. His praise sends a fresh wave of heat between your legs.
Your fingers keeps pace with your lips, squeezing along his remaining length in an almost punishing way. Bo is trying his damnedest not to thrust up into your mouth, his grip on the couch turning his knuckles white. He bites his lip hard enough to leave a mark, fighting against an early release.
You withdraw and look up at him with a fiery glare. “Pull my hair.” You slur a bit before taking him back into your mouth.
It’s an all encompassing permission and he knows it.
Bo’s fingers fist in your hair and he quickly drags you forward, practically thrusting himself down your throat. You immediately gag and cough around his length.
Eyes watering, you try to withdraw but he holds you there, testing your boundaries. “Almost there baby, you can take it.” He growls. “I know you can.”
You feel yourself clench at his words and cough slightly around him again, saliva gathering on your chin in a disgusting degrading mess as you fight to take the last inch.
He releases you then and you pull back with a hungry gasp, chest heaving. Bo gives you a smug but apologetic look and you shake your head. Hiding a sly smile, you wipe your face with the back of your hand.
“Too much?”
“Never.”
Your fingers wrap around him once more as you press kisses to the underside of his cock. Your other hand slips lower and you grip his balls, tugging gently and rolling them in your palm the way you know he likes.
Bo’s head lolls back on the couch and his hips lift in time with your strokes.
Using his distraction, you slip two slick fingers to carefully circle the tight ring of muscle below.
And oh…
He likes that too.
The sound that slips from his lips makes you blush and all too eager to explore more.
Gripping his hips, you drag him forward on the couch, and spread his legs further. Bo lets out a breathy laugh but his eyes are wide, watching you with heady anticipation.
Your tongue lathes over his tight ring of muscle teasingly, gathering your saliva and transferring to his skin for lubrication as you begin rimming him. His breath hitches in his throat and you can tell he’s riding a thin line between blind pleasure and intense nervous focus on your next move.
Your tongue lengthens and presses against his hole, testing his boundaries as you push inside.
Bo whimpers and his thighs slam shut around your ears, holding you there. His strong hands fist into your hair. “Oh fuck-“ he hisses through clenched teeth. “Baby, please. It’s too much-“
His cries betray himself as his hips rock ever so slightly against your face, fucking himself on your tongue.
His pleas only make you double down, part of you wanting to punish him with his own pleasure.
One hand tightens the grip at the base of his cock while the other presses on his belly, steadying him on the couch.
You give him one final rough tug and press your tongue deeper still.
“Ohhh fuckkk…”
That does it.
Bo immediately becomes undone. His hips buck off the couch as he cries out, thrusting to the sky before curling in on himself as he tumbles over the edge of his orgasm; knuckles white and ears red. You had wanted to catch him on your tongue, swallow every bit of him down. Somehow this was better, witnessing Bo helplessly spill onto his belly. You watch in fascination, enthralled with this vulnerability and the stunning way his face contorts between pleasure and complete abandon.
It’s a glimpse behind the curtain reserved just for you; The narrative of Bo Burnham, the bravado and snark, melting away until there’s nothing left but this sweet man before you, begging for your your love and affection.
As he settles himself back down, you turn your face to press long and languid kisses on the insides of his thighs.
“C-come here.” He pants, still trembling with the aftershock of his orgasm.
You look up at him from beneath long lashes and do as he asks.
Bo catches your lips in a desperate, pressured kiss, his hand lifting to cradle your face and hold you to him. You swear for a moment you can see tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
“You’re such a brat” He breathes into your mouth.
“You love me.” You repeat.
“I really do.” He laughs.
Bo watches you curiously as you climb to your feet and disappear into the kitchen, returning with a damp hand towel.
He shivers a bit as you sweep the cloth over his belly, cleaning the spent evidence from the last 20 minutes.
“So tell me… Is my debt paid?”
“Your dumpling debt?” He quips with a lazy grin. “Oh yeah. It’s paid.”
“Mm. Good.” You pull him into another kiss. “On an unrelated note, I feel like Chinese again for dinner, what about you?”