HJ chapter 37 - chats and ~spice~

Dray kisses me gently, pushing his body against mine in an effort to be as close to me as possible. I admit, I’m doing the same thing, so we’re quite literally all over each other. He bites my lower lip gently, and I immediately allow him entry, letting his tongue roam over mine, and enjoying the surprised sound he makes when he comes across my tongue piercing.

How he manages to forget every time, and gets so surprised each time we kiss like this, is just- it never gets old.

My tongue flicks against his as Dray’s fingers slip down the back of my shirt, roaming across the nape of my neck and slowly travelling as far as they can without strangling me with my own shirt. I laugh into his lips, able to feel his smile against mine.

Slowly, I let one of my hands fall to his hips, slowly slipping under his shirt to caress the bare skin of his waist. Dray suddenly pulls back, and I extricate my hand from his shirt instantly, worried I did something he didn’t want or wasn’t comfortable with.

Before I can apologise, however, my boyfriend cups my cheek, smoothing his thumb across my skin. “Um, Fyfe. We haven’t really talked before about…well, anything kind of…more than kissing,” he says, trying to convey to me what he’s talking about through solely the use of his eyes, clearly too embarrassed to say anything more, based on his blush.

I raise an eyebrow, biting back a laugh. “Are you talking about anything remotely sexual?” I ask, enjoying the way Dray looks more and more pink. “Um, yes,” he gets out, before clearing his throat.

“Before, you said you were demi, so um, I was just wondering, if uh, how uh, close um are we, emotionally?” He squeaks out, and despite his very shaky question, I understand exactly what he’s asking.

I rest my forehead against his, grinning like an idiot. “Well, I think we have a very close emotional bond, what do you think?” I tease as Dray continues to flub over his words. “I- well, I think that uh, that’s- I think we’re close, and I um, I’m attracted to you, um, in a um, sexual way.”

Dray covers his face, not even wanting to peek through his fingers to see my reaction. God, he’s so adorable.

Slowly removing Dray’s hands from his face, I press a kiss to each of his palms. “What a coincidence, Dray Hastidal. It looks like we found another thing we have in common,” I muse, before seeing the raised eyebrow Dray is giving me, and realising what I technically said.

“Oh- hang on. I’m not sexually attracted to myself, that’s- well, I think I’m sort of good-looking, but that’s not the point-“ I never manage to finish my awkward little spiel before Dray’s lips are on mine again, and I laugh into the kiss.

“Oh yes, you’re definitely good-looking, can confirm,” he says softly with a twinkling laugh. Biting back a grin, I kiss him again, much more slowly this time, letting myself really get to know the feel of his lips on mine.

When we eventually break the kiss, the look in Dray’s eyes is just…stunning, and breathtaking. How a single expression could contain so much feeling, I’ll never know.

Leaning forward, I kiss up his jaw until I reach his ear, where I whisper “what I was trying to say, is that I’m sexually attracted to you too,” and then I kiss his temple gently. Dray looks like he’s about to explode in embarrassment but also happiness at the same time.

“Wow, uh, um, thank you?” Hiding his face in my shoulder, I only laugh gently as I hold my precious boyfriend’s body to me in a tight hug.

We stay like that for a moment, until Dray shifts his head to kiss my neck, before sitting up. “Cool, so uh, now we’ve uh, got that sorted, what should we…” his eyes absentmindedly shift to the door to my room, and I nod immediately.

“Let’s go to my room just to be safe; if anything does happen, I don’t want it to be on my sofa,” I say with a surprisingly light laugh, as Dray and I hurriedly push cushions and blankets out of our way, stumbling to my room in a laughing, kissing mess.

I flop down on my bed, immediately shedding off my shirt and watching with a smirk as Dray does the same. “I admit, I like what I see,” I say appraisingly. Dray blushes, finally moving his eyes to look at me.

I was anxious about this- I mean, I knew he wouldn’t think I’m ugly, for having an assortment of scars from knife-fights and that one time I got shot, but- I was more worried he’d be upset. I knew Dray would be upset, but I think he’d already steeled himself to the sight.

The first look that went through his expression was one of shock, then sadness, which I expected it to linger on. However, to my surprise, the look his face landed on was one of…lust?

Scratching at the tattoo on my arm self-consciously, Dray reaches out to cup my cheek again, leaning in to kiss me gently. “Your tattoo looks even better like this,” he says softly, and I’m unbelievably thankful that that’s what he decided to comment on.

He knows I’m aware that he saw the scars, but he can tell that now isn’t the time to talk about them- if there ever is a time I’d be alright talking about all of them. But right now, when we’re both horny and wanting to do something, is not the right time for a serious chat like that.

We’ve already had like, two different serious chats today, so. All serious-chatted-out for now.

At some point, we somehow ended up with Dray on top of me as he kissed me into the mattress, which- hey, I’m not complaining. My arms loop around his neck, one snaking down his back as his tongue roams my mouth, one of his hands cupping my cheek whilst the other smooths up and down my chest, his thumb flicking across my nipple as it passes.

Pretty sure he’s doing that deliberately, based on how he always smiles slightly as he does it, probably because the longer he does it for, the harder it is for me to hold back a sound. And, unfortunately, I think he knows that.

I click my tongue at him as he does it again, holding his face firmly in my hands. “Either touch them properly or stop, because as much as it’s fun to tease you, I don’t like being teased,” I say indignantly, knowing full well that it was merely an excuse to ask him to actually touch me, but oh well.

Dray only grins, kissing me once more before leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down my neck until he reaches my collarbones, where he smirks up at me, before nibbling softly on the area, and then biting down.

I let out a yelp, or no- it’s kind of like a surprised moan? Not that it matters, because Dray can’t decide whether to think it was a sexy or funny sound, so his expressions is just stuck going between wanting to laugh and wanting to kiss me until my lips are swollen.

Which, to be honest, is very likely to happen, with how much we’ve already kissed today, but oh well. Hopefully any offending marks we may or may not leave on each other will either not be noticeable, or gone by the time we have to meet his best friend and her boyfriend whom hates me.

Something flicks against my nipple, and I try not to make another embarrassing sound as Dray sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before nibbling gently. I lace my fingers through his short hair, grasping the back of his neck as I gasp, feeling his hand press against my extremely awake lower region.

Dray glances up, letting go of my nipple before kissing it gently, and stroking my cheek. “Can I touch you?” He asks, his expression somehow totally earnest whilst I’m sure I look like a pink mess right now.

I nod eagerly, sitting up and pulling my boyfriend who is also very much feeling our activities into my lap. “Can I touch you at the same time?” I ask, pecking his lips gently. He does this little blushy-beamy thing at me which can only be described as gorgeous, as he nods.

Smiling, I shift us until we’re both comfortable, before unzipping his trousers whilst Dray does the same. When I have fully revealed my boyfriend, I admit, I do lick my lips. I mean, he has a nice dick, I won’t lie.

Dray’s own expression is about as glee-filled as my own, I note with a touch of pride as I wrap my hand around his length, squeezing gently. Dray leans into me, resting his head on my shoulder as he returns the motion.

Finally, I get to hear him make some noises after my moment of embarrassment earlier. And oh boy are the sounds worth it, apparently I’m a sucker for knowing that I’m making my boyfriend feel good.

At some point, we end up with Dray on his back, making a whole array of sounds whilst I suck him off- hadn’t been planning doing this tonight, but. I wanted to, and if anything Dray said can be believed, then. He wanted this too.

At first, it took him a moment to get used to the feeling of my tongue piercing on his dick, but I’m pretty sure he’s into it, based on how he keeps pulling my head down to take in more of him. Not that I’m really complaining, I mean, I’m practically getting off on watching him, so. Maybe I’m being creepy, or maybe I’m just really horny right now and my boyfriend is super sexy. We’ll see.

Pulling back a little, I swirl my tongue across his length, letting the metal of my piercing nudge against the tip. Dray moans gently- he’s evidently trying to keep his sounds in, which means that I’m making it my personal mission to get those sounds out.

“Fyfe!” Dray shouts out, pulling me off his dick right as he climaxes, his expression is one of pure heat and lust whilst at the same time- unbelievably affectionate.

He pulls me down into a hug, kissing my lips softly, and I ignore the stickiness all over his chest, deepening the kiss as he sighs into my mouth. “Thanks, that was…well. I’m pretty sure you know I enjoyed it, from the uh, sounds, but um, yes,” he says awkwardly, before looking down at my still very prominent issue.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I say gently, bringing his eyes up to meet mine. He smiles warmly, placing his hand over mine where it rests on his cheek. “Thank you, and I know. I’m not a massive fan of sucking dick, but I’m happy to help you out in any other way,” he says with a smirk as his fingers glide across my tip, and I automatically shiver.

Kissing the smirk off his face before whipping up my own smirk, I let my hands roam down his torso. “Well now, if you’re offering…” And there it is, that gorgeous blushy-beam of his.

My absolute favourite expression in the whole entire world. An expression I know I’m the reason for. An expression I know means Dray is happy, and excited, and comfortable.

Unable to stop myself, I kiss him slowly and softly, letting my lips linger on his for a moment, before pulling back, and smiling like the sun at his wonderful expression.