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#and materializing them is making them real. its admitting im weaker than i try to present myself as
winderrific-moved · 3 years
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so what if anything can and will make me cry. am i not allowed to do so ?
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crimsonbluemoon · 4 years
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22 minicat bc im a horrible human being :)
Number: 22Prompt: sweet kisses that turn filthy; hair pulling, biting, butt grabbing, throat grabbing, etc.Pairing: Minicat
Warning: Its a bit smutty
“Are you nervous yet?” Craig’s sickly sweet tone when running his lips across Tyler’s cheek made him snort, trying to ignore the warm hand skimming down his inner thigh. 
“No.” The fingers crept higher on the inseam of his jeans, teasing the sensitive skin under the material. Mini’s mouth refused to stay idle, nibbling down to his jaw before kissing the edge of his mouth. His toes itched to curl in his socks, but Tyler remained motionless, hands gripping the armrests of his beach chair straddled him in. The night had long ago risen to play with the moon and stars, their friends drunk and reckless in the waves. The kindle snapped and burned a few feet from where he sat on the beach, but he refused to get closer and shed light on the game currently being played. Nogla’s loud scream over something Brian threw at him was drowned out by the heat swarming Tyler’s mind when Craig’s thumb brushed just along the edge of his arousal, making his stomach clench in need. 
“How about now?” The words were breathed against his ear. When Tyler didn’t answer, a soft kiss pressed to the lobe, making him shiver when the sensitive skin was sucked between Mini’s lips. 
“Our friend’s are thirty feet away,” Tyler hissed, knowing they’d been left alone on purpose. They probably weren’t coming back. It annoyed him that their friends knew what was going on, but he tilted his head into the sensual affection when Craig’s laugh vibrated the lobe. 
“That make you nervous?” This game was getting old real fast. He knew why Mini played it; neither was dumb enough to think their sexual tension was hidden well, even if the words were never spoken. Their friends assumed they were already dating from how often they hung out, sharing meals and space like they were tied at the hip. His emotions were tangled, the line of frustration always shaded with a hint of love too light to focus on. And in his defense, Craig wasn’t jumping at the bit to admit his feelings, either. Years passed with stifling tension, their fights more fueled by jealousy and insecurity when one tried to walk away or date someone else. It was a path filled with bitterness and longing. Both men were just too stubborn to take the first step past the line they’d clearly drawn. 
But the physical side of their expressions were all too easy to show, which was why Tyler was used to how turned on he got each time Mini’s fingers wandered over the zipper of his jeans. Where words failed them, touches didn’t. This ‘game’, as Mini always called it, had been going on for years; Craig would touch Tyler, would let kisses and half-spoken admissions linger on his skin, until Tyler got ‘nervous’ and pushed him away. Both knew it was never nerves that ended the game; one of them would just get too close to the truth. Even now, with Mini laid over his lap and a hand wedged between their hips, their words meant nothing. Anger that normally didn’t hit him until hours later (when he was in his bed, alone, horny and longing for something he shouldn’t want) crept up through his veins like poison, and his eyes glared up at the sky in silence. Fingers dug into the plastic of the beach chair again, sure he’d break something before the game was over. 
He just didn’t know what.
“Lighten up, Tyler.” The words felt wrong paired with the soft kiss against his forehead, feeling Mini’s free hand slide over his neck to cup his cheek. The touch was too intimate, too heartfelt, and it pushed Tyler closer to calling ‘uncle’ and breaking the moment again. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s just a game; we’re supposed to be having fun together.”
“Shut up.” He growled slowly, tension building in his lower back. His eyes forced themselves shut when Mini’s warm mouth kissed each lid, contradicting the slow grind of hips against his. The lust shot through his stomach like a bullet, but Tyler wanted to press the wound and drown in the feeling. 
“You know what to say if you want me to stop.” Chapped lips slid down the bridge of Tyler’s nose, a peck placed to the tip. Even with his eyes closed, Tyler could feel the smile too warm to be sexy pressed against his skin. A heartbeat of silence stirred between them, a hot puff of air sprawling itself across the skin above Tyler’s mouth. Craig always teased a kiss between them, but Tyler always cut the game off at its knees. He could ignore the touches, the hints of attraction, the soft edge of the petnames. But a kiss…
“I don’t want to stop.” Finally opening his eyes, Tyler forced his intense gaze on Craig, hand snapping up to catch the blond hair before Mini could move away. “Not tonight. Not ever again.”
“Then say what you want.” The words came out weaker than before, but Craig’s body relaxed against him when Tyler pulled him back down. For once, Tyler didn’t hesitate. 
“Fuck this game, I’m done playing it. But I’m not done with you.” He growled the words out, finally stepping clean through the warning tape put up between them. Mini’s mouth met him in the middle with a groan, teeth smacking together from the force both used to get there. Tyler shifted his head and pressed up, their chests bumping while he deepened the kiss. Hands gripped his hair tightly in pleasure, Craig not hesitating to be rough in the exchange. Tyler responded with a bit at the edge of the lips he’d stared at for years, wanting to leave them bruised and tingling from his touch. 
With one hand occupied angling Mini’s head, his other slid down Craig’s back, grabbing his hip and dragging him hard over his lap. Tongues met between their lips while they moved, years of tension and emotion making their motions fluid and synced. The rush was higher than before, feeling Mini’s moans wrapping around each lick of his tongue. A possessive fire rose in him, and he let his hand drift to cup the firm ass and pull him closer. His name was gasped into the heated air between them, but Craig arched into the touch, letting Tyler claim whatever he wanted. And Tyler knew what he’d wanted for years, cursing himself for never saying it before now. 
Feeling Mini’s body tremble in his touch, he knew it was worth the wait.
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