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Dylan dumbfuck x Jace greasy
Dylan opened the front door, and there was Jace—singing. Off-key. Loud.
“🎵 BABY YOU’RE A FIREWORK! 🎵”
“Shut up,” Dylan hissed, glancing at him. “Do you have to sing everywhere you go?”
“Yes,” Jace said simply, stepping inside without waiting for permission. He dropped his backpack on the floor with a loud thud. “Wow, your house smells like… boring.”
Dylan groaned. This was going to be a long night.
They sat at Dylan’s desk, which was just barely big enough for two people. Jace kept leaning way too close, his messy black hair almost brushing Dylan’s arm.
“Okay, so we just need to finish this poster about World War II,” Dylan said, opening his notebook.
Jace was already doodling in the margins. “You know what would make this poster amazing?”
“No,” Dylan said flatly.
“Glitter.”
Dylan turned his head slowly to glare at him. “We don’t have glitter.”
“Then let’s get some.”
“We’re not leaving my house.”
Jace grinned like he’d won something. “Fine. I’ll sing instead.”
“Please don’t.”
After an hour of bickering, Dylan sighed and rubbed his temples. “You’re impossible.”
“You love it,” Jace teased, leaning back in his chair so far it almost tipped over.
“I don’t,” Dylan muttered, but his ears turned red.
Jace noticed, of course. He always noticed.
Smirking, he leaned forward again, resting his chin on his hand. “You’re kinda cute when you’re mad, you know.”
Dylan froze. “Shut up.”
But Jace just laughed, way too pleased with himself.
Jace leaned in. “You're cute you know that…?”
Dylan blushed, looking at Jace. Gosh, he is starting to notice how hot Jace looks. “I'm handsome, not cute!” He snapped back.
As they started to bicker, tension raised between the two of them.
Jace suddenly leaned in, capturing Dylan's lips with a kiddo. “Sure cutie…’ He growled huskily.
Dylan's eyes widened, his body starting to get hot. Why was he feeling this?! Jace was so annoying!...But he liked it.
He didn't stop Jace when his hands wandered over his skin, teasing him.
“mMph!”
Jace stopped.
A grin grew on his face. “Did you just moan?” He asked teasingly.
“No!” Dylan quickly denied even though he did. “A-Also stop touching me I don't like you!” He snapped.
“Your body denies that.” Jace countered as he immediately went back to what he was doing before.
Dylan's vision started to blur from the pleasure he was getting. His pants started to tighten. Fuck…why is this hot?
He lost control, pushing Jace on the bed and climbing on top of it. “Fuck…you greasy bitch since you love to tease me you to deal with the consequences!” He started to grind against Jace.
A wolfish grin appeared on Jace’s face as he grabbed Dylan's hips. Jace growled low in his throat as Dylan ground against him. "Fuck yeah," he murmured huskily against Dylan's lips before capturing them in another kiss while grinding back up against Dylan's hardness through their pants.
Jace's hands roamed down to Dylan's pants, popping open the button and pulling down the zipper. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Dylan's underwear and pulled them down along with his pants, freeing Dylan's hard length. "Now…”
Jace grins wickedly as he pushes his own pants down, revealing his own erection. He grabs Dylan's hips and pulls him closer, their cocks pressing against each other. "Is this what you wanted?" he asks teasingly, grinding against Dylan again.
Dylan gasped as their bare lengths pressed together. "Fuck yeah," he growled low in his throat, starting to buck his hips against Jace's. "Just like that, you greasy git.”
Jace smirked up at Dylan, loving how he was cursing and calling him names. He knew exactly what buttons to push. He spat on their cocks, using his hand to spread the saliva around as lubrication. "You like this?”
Dylan's breath hitched as Jace used his hand to jerk them off together, their precome mixing with the spit. "Fuck yes," Dylan groaned, his hips moving faster against Jace's hand. Suddenly, an idea struck him—something dirty and perfect. "Jace…”
Jace raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Yeah?" he asked, knowing that whatever Dylan was about to say would be filthy and hot. "What do you want, cutie?”
“Damn," Jace cursed softly as he realized what Dylan wanted. He spread his legs wider, pulling his knees up. "You wanna ride me?" He asked hoarsely, already knowing the answer. He gripped his length tightly, wetting it with spit again.
Dylan climbed on top of him eagerly, not even caring about prep besides the spit. He was so turned on he'd take any kind of penetration right now. "I'm gonna ride your stupid cock until I come," Dylan announced rudely, positioning himself above Jace's hard length.
Jace's eyes rolled back slightly as the head of his dick pressed against Dylan's hole. "Fuck, yes please," he panted out, his hands gripping Dylan's hips tightly. "Do it, bitch. Sit on my dick," he demanded crudely, his voice strained with desire.
Dylan slowly sank down onto Jace's length, his eyes fluttering as he took him in. He wasn't small, and Dylan definitely noticed. "Oh fuck," he cursed softly, his hands gripping Jace's thighs tightly. "Your dick is so stupidly big.”
The atmosphere is intense and charged. Jace and Dylan are both breathing heavily, their bodies pressed together as their emotions build up. Jace's fingers tighten on Dylan’s hips, and he grins mischievously. “You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his voice raspy with need.”
Dylan started to ride Jace's cock slowly, his head thrown back in pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing—he was treating Jayce like a toy, using him to get off. And Jace loved it. "Take my dick, bitch,”
As Dylan continued to ride Jace hard and fast, Jace's grip on his hips turned almost painful. He was close, his breathing ragged. "Fuck, I'm gonna come..." Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open and Taylor walked in, pausing mid-step. "What the-”
Jace let out a loud, shuddering moan as he came inside Dylan, his fingers digging into Dylan's hips hard enough to bruise. His eyes were squeezed shut, face contorted in pleasure. Meanwhile, Dylan froze, his mouth open in shock as he felt Jace's hot cum filling him up. "Oh my god,”
“You're disowned. Get the fuck out!”