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Boyfriends Play (Aember and Perfection)

Eros, if he had any courage what so ever to stand up to Micky, would have corrected him quickly. He did NOT like the blindfold one with. He liked being able to see what Micky was doing, he liked to know how to brace himself for what was coming next. However, Eros's body and sense thought differently and all those unknowings, along with the fact he had no control over doing anything about it, drove him wild!

Micky's laugh was so rare and so sinfully sweet to his ears. Eros jumped as the little ass grab, the second that night...his cheeks blushing like a little school girl. "Soap might be a good start," he squeaked trying to brush the other off with little lucky. He was suppose to be getting clean and cooling off...but here his body was heating up again. How he just melted in Micky's hands.
 
When Eros jumped when his ass was grabbed, Micky laughed again, especially because his boyfriend was blushing. "Christ, babe," Micky purred, a giggle in his voice. "I've fucked you how many times and you still blush like a little girl when I grab your ass?" The Filipino man leaned over to nuzzle at Eros's shoulder, kissing the hicky he had made and moving down a bit to make another one, liking his marks on his lover's flesh. Meanwhile, Micky's hand gently massaged the asscheek that it was currently clamped onto, whether Eros liked it or not.

"Mmm, soap?" Micky asked, pulling back from his project to look down at the smarting red mark on the pale flesh. The other mark was already purpling, and this new mark was on its way as well. "I was thinking about first starting with my lips and tongue. . .How's that sound, hmm?" Micky grinned widely. He liked getting his boyfriend all hot and bothered. It was fun to tease him. But any more teasing and the shower might extend from hot water into cold water because they took so long.

"Fine babe," Micky said, then grabbed some soap and lathered it up in his palm, "Soap." He then reached down to use his fingers to scrub at Eros's chest, his soapy fingers running over his lover's nipples and moving even further down to eventually grasp his penis and work soap into it, making sure to 'clean' it thoroughly, which was really more like feeling Eros up than anything.
 
Eros bit his lip...for a moment he was taken back on that little remark. Was this annoying to him...or was he just amused? The other turned his gaze away, the blush still pinkening his cheeks lightly. Before he could laps too far into his self pity a light moan escaped his lips, Micky's lips over his sensitive neck...the slowly growing tingle as he abused his skin.

Another Monday with everyone staring he though. Talk about blushing...even Micky had never seen his so read than the shades he turned on university or walking down the street after catching another person's gaze lingering about his neck. Micky was very skilled...the lasted brightly for days! It helped distract him from the hands groping his ass their leisure. Only slightly, as his feet shifted constantly and another few moans passed those parted, nearly panting lips.

The mention of cleaning him down with his tongue sent a jolt of excitement through his body, to his utter embarrassment his excitement was not so easily hidden when naked in the shower. "Ahh..." eyes shot open in surprise. He'd not been expecting touch there so soon...his cock twitched in Micky's hand. "Okay....Micky..." he gasped, hands reaching down to stop the other. Not again, he wasn't sure he wanted to get so worked up again!
 
Of course it wasn't annoying to Micky. Hell, he thought it was the most adorable thing ever. Eros couldn't annoy him, it was almost impossible. Everything that Eros did was cute as hell, from the modesty to the blushing. And one would have thought that he'd gotten over the silly little insecurities about their relationship. If Micky had known Eros's thoughts he would have cleared them up quickly. While Micky loved to tease Eros, he loved Eros in general and he didn't want the other to think anything less.

The moans were music to Micky's ears, and the fact that Eros's excitement wasn't so easily hidden just amused Micky to no end. Well, he'd done what he'd aimed to do. Now, the question was to finish getting Eros hard and get him off, or just stop? It seemed as though Eros had his own ideas, and when his lover's hands grasped his own and the words pleaded to stop, Micky pulled his hand back and instead ran it back up Eros's chest.

"What, baby? You said I needed to clean up the mess I made. Or were you looking forward to me doing it with my tongue?" Micky grinned devilishly then quickly leaned into kiss Eros on the lips before pulling away, getting his hair wet and proceeding to begin washing his hair. It didn't take too long to shampoo it and rinse the shampoo out. Once he was done he lathered up a washcloth and turned to Eros, this time properly washing him, starting with his shoulders and chest.
 
Eros was full of these sort of thoughts, but never would he speak them aloud in fear they would be proven true. Usually, his fears were quieted, especially after Micky did something like kiss him or teased like did now. It was so hard to not melt to those hands. "You...are going to..make another...mess," he pouted softly.

Much too eagerly Eros met those lips, crushing into them harder. Not only was her overly spoiled and selfish but he was quite lustful all riled up like he was. As Micky pulled away Eros stepped forward so that their kiss would linger just a few more seconds longer. When they did part it was meat with a protested groan.

The teen stepped forward, no more than an inch apart so that Micky could rub down his back...it was not the most sufficient (having him turn around would have been easier) but it kept his very close to Micky and right then that was what he wanted. While the other saw to his cleaning Eros returned the love, butterfly kisses long the side of of Mickys throat and upper chest.
 
"That was my point, hun," Micky replied, but he sighed and instead returned to his task of washing Eros down in an innocent manner. That meant no touching anywhere innapropriate, and Micky kept to that. "I like to see your eyes when you cum, and I didn't get to see that today. Made me want to suck you off right now, just so I could see it. But hey, if you don't want my. . .lips. . .wrapped around your. . .cock-- to actually watch me this time, then hey. Your choice. . ." Micky grinned and dipped the washcloth along the small of Eros's back.

Oh, please. Micky had to tease Eros in some manner. And if he wouldn't do it with his hands, he would just do it with his words. He managed to get all of Eros's back, loving the manner in which they were pressed together. This beat the blonde turning around any day. Especially when Eros kissed his neck and chest. That felt lovely. "Nnn, baby," Micky purred, then placed his hands on Eros's shoulders and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend once more.

The kiss was lovely. It started out slightly innocent, and then Micky began passionately kissing the other man in his arms, his body shuffling forward until their chests touched and their hips were only inches apart.
 
Words he certainly didn't need to hear. They caused to stand there a moment, frozen. Was it really necessary to punish him like that, already he was tormented enough but...those words. Considering the stress from their previous game and how tired he was Eros was closed to sobbing right then.

But those arms were around him now, holding him up as they washed his back. He continued to kiss the other, suddenly letting out little gasps of air. Being so close was causing his newly forming erection to rub against his lover...driving him behind crazy.

That kiss couldn't come soon enough! The innocent part didn't last long, Eros was pressing himself further and further up against his lover as Micky kissed him passionately. Light incoherent mutters, light moans were lost in that deep kiss. When it got to be too much he actually bit down on Micky's bottom lip.
 
It was nice that Eros moved towards him and into the kiss. It felt good. What felt even better was when the blond bit down on his lip, causing Micky to moan loudly. He actually liked things a bit rough, though he was surprised that Eros would bite him. Pulling back, Micky looked down at his lover with mischief before their lips were pressed together once more. Micky's tongue invaded Eros's mouth, ravaging it and kissing him deeply.

This went on for a few moments, and Micky even pushed his hips forward to rub against Eros's newly-forming erection. But once those few moments were over he pulled back completely from Eros and grinned at him, mischief still in his eyes. "Babe, we're waisting water. Finish washing your hair, i'm going to make some food," Micky said, all before he climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.

Once he was was in his room he dried himself off and got dressed in baggy pyjama pants that hung low on his lips and pratically showed his trimmed hairline. On his chest he wore nothing, proudly showing off his well-formed body. He shuffled into the kitchen and began making some food for him and Eros.
 
Eros had not bitten on purpose and was a little surprised of himself. But there was no backlash afterward so he let it slip away from his mind. More pressing things were drawing away his attention, like Mikcky's cruel thrusts forward, rubbing him down further. Crazy hot, there was no shyness this time, Mikcy's tongue was welcomed and eagerly greeted.

A few more moments and he would have spilled right over again. His body was tingling all over, muscles tightened, his world fading, leaving only he and Micky. Just as his hands reached up to lock themselves around Micky's neck the other started to pull away. Eros protested by following keeping him longer but it wasn't any good.

The look on Eros face was utter shock. It look as if somebody had just walked up and stabbed him right in the heart...still breathing he was trying to figure out what just happened. Who cared about the water. The teen groaned loudly as he sank to the floor of the shower and sat there in his own discomforting doom. With a pitiful sigh he sat there and quietly finished himself off...allowing the now cool water to wash everything away.

Wrapped in a towel he returned to Micky's room and searched around for something to were. Lucky for him, he had a change of clothing here. Both bed clothing and normal wear. Mickys would have been too big...especially considering he already wore things too big. In a drawstring pants and baggy t-shirt, hair still dripping wet, he wandered out to the kitchen. 'What are you fixing?" he asked peeking over Micky's shoulder
 
Hearing Eros come in, Micky turned his eyes to watch his lover as he shuffled in, still dripping wet. Micky hoped that the blond wasn't too upset that he'd left him hard, but it didn't seem like it. Eros came over to him like usual and peeked over his shoulder. Micky turned his head to gently kiss Eros on the cheek, but also move to the side slightly so his boyfriend could see what he was making.

The pan sizzled. It was potatoes, chopped up with different vegetables and spices. Micky didn't like meat too much, and anyway it was too expensive, so he usually ate vegetables. He claimed it was the way that he had such a killer body-- and some people were inclined to believe him, seeing as he was well-formed.

"Just some potatoes," Micky replied, then shrugged his shoulders. The potatoes were becoming crispy and the kitchen was filling with the smell of the spices. Leaving the pan for a moment, Micky went to his fridge and brought out a lemon, which he sliced in half and then juiced over the cooking potatoes. It made them sweet and salty and sour, which was a surprisingly good contrast. Once the potatoes were done he put half onto one plate and handed it to Eros, then half on his own plate.

"You are staying over this weekend, right?" The Filipino man asked, tilting his head.
 
It was impossible for Eros to stay angry or even upset with his longer for very long. If there had been any lingering annoyance for Micky it evaporated with that light little kiss. Those little kisses made his stomach flutter! He rested his head on the other male's shoulder and watched him finish up their very late-night meal. He didn't mind what they ate, Micky was a very good cook. He got over fearing of trying new creations from him, everything Micky fixed was absolutely delicious!

Eros accepted the plate, turning a faint pink. "I...umm...was...well, umm..." he bit his lip as he turned to fish out two forks from the drawer for them both. He didn't want to just say yes, that was rude to invite one's self. But...he didn't want to a ask knowing he would sound too pleading. Instead, while his back was turned he answered with a light shrug. He really didn't want to go home...even if Micky had things to do tomorrow he would prefer lounging around his place or even doing his laundry rather than sit in his dorm alone.
 
Micky really didn't know about Eros, but he was starving from their little bout of sex. Even if the meal was late-night, he had to shut his stomach up before it rebelled or something. When they were both served Micky turned off the stove and leaned against the counter, stretching out as he took a bite of the potatoes, savouring the taste. When he noticed that Eros seemed a bit uncomfortable just stating he was going to be staying over, Micky rolled his head and pushed himself off the counter.

Walking up behind Eros, Micky kissed him lightly on his clothed shoulder before saing, "You're staying over, babe." Micky wouldn't have it any other way, really. He had nothing to do, and even if he did have something to do he'd like Eros to stay over anyway so he could come home to see his boyfriend's face. That was what Micky would call a perfect day-- seeing the one he loved after a day of doing some useless shit.

"Do you like it?" Micky asked, gesturing to the food before taking a seat. He took another bite of the food and chewed it thoughtfully, his eyes looking at Eros, surveying him almost lovingly.
 
Eros, after handing the other his fork, took a seat at the table. He was separating through the mess of different veggies and potatoes. It wasn't because he didn't like something or afraid of eating it...he was just distracted. But the kiss on his shoulder and the insistence comment caused him to smile a little. He was very glad to hear this and his appetite flooded over him with the nerves finally gone. Tomorrow as Saturday, even if Micky was busy during the day they always had the evening. Maybe he might have another one of those movies to show him?

"Very...as always," he raised his fork with a piece of potato on it in salute before popping it into his mouth. For one so famished Eros only managed to eat half before he nearly nodded off right there at the table. The teen covered a yawn before pushing himself away from the table to dispose of the remains and put his dish in the sink. He would have to do the dishes in the morning for Micky...the least he could do for the lovely dinner/midnight snack.
 
Micky always ate like a starved man. He pratically inhaled his food-- actually, it wasn't that bad. But he did eat quickly. In fact, he ate so quickly that by the time Eros was only half-way done with his food and just nodding off, Micky was already done eating. He looked up at Eros and pressed his lips together, shaking his head slightly. "Tired?" He asked, though he already knew the answer to the question. Pushing himself up, the Filipino man went to the sink and rinsed off his plate, then turned to Eros and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

"Guess I wore you out," Micky said light-heartedly, then kissed Eros on the side of the mouth. Carefully he bent down to hook one of his arms under Eros's knees to pick him up off his feet, scooping him into Micky's arms with practiced ease. The older male cradled Eros to his chest protectively and a gentle kiss was pressed to his lover's forehead before he moved out of the kitchen and into the back rooms, where he laid Eros gently down on his bed. After depositing Eros, Micky crawled into the bed as well, wrapping one arm around his lover and pulling the covers over them with his other hand. "Sleep well, babe," he murmured, with a kiss to Eros's cheek.
 
Eros automatically wrapped his arms around the older male's neck and nuzzled up close to his chest with a soft pout. "I'm sorry..." he said sincerely. He wished he could stay awake longer for Micky but...he just couldn't. The bed was very comfortable...more comfortable than his dorm room. He often teased his older lover that was the only reason why he ever bothered staying over so much...was for his bed rather than him. Never was able to do that with a straight face though. Snuggled up close in those strong arms, Eros was out before Micky had time to cover them him. Even sleep seemed 10-times better after their adventurous night.

Morning...Eros was a morning person. He was use to getting up early for classes. So it was no surprise that he woke with the first peeks of the sun. Glancing over he noted his lover still sound asleep. It was always hard for him to stay lying in bed very long, even as comfortable as he was with Micky. Slowly he made to unwind himself from the other one's hold. He thought of surprising the other by doing a few of his 'chick chores' for him, maybe that would give him more time to spend with Eros this weekend. So long as he didn't have to work or anything.
 
Micky always loved to have Eros snuggling into his arms, which was why he didn't mind the sorry in the least bit. In fact, he brushed it off completely and hugged Eros tighter to his body as he pulled the covers over them. Once he noted that his lover had fallen asleep, Micky smiled and brushed some hair away from the blonde's face lovingly before snuggling against his shoulder and falling asleep as well.

When it came to mornings, Micky slept a lot. He was lazy. He also happened to not care. Sleeping in was something he savoured since he'd been out of high school. Plus, when he slept with Eros he always tended to sleep deeper, with the younger an protectively curled in his arms. . .So it was an amazing feat that Eros wiggled free, but with the way Micky slept like a log it wasn't unreasonable. About a half an hour after Eros woke up, Micky's eyes flutered open and he groaned before pushing himself up and sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes. Where was Eros?
 
EDITED: ((Last was rushed. I wasn't happy with it so I redid, hope it doesn't bother you))

Eros grabbed his extra change of clothing he usually left here and went to get dressed in the hall bathroom. After pulling his shirt over his head he realized that his arms were a little sore...probably from thrashing around so much last night. Hmm...last night. A chill ran down his spine when he thought about how Micky had blindfolded him, bound him and teased. He could feel himself getting a little turned on by these remember thoughts and quickly went to brushing his teeth and such. Boring stuff. He was thankful the shirt had long sleeves to hide the lightly bruising around his wrists. He didn't mind them, they really didn't hurt that much...but if he went out how embarrassing that would be! But the hickeys on his ivory-skinned neck stuck out so brightly...those he was proud off and didn't mind showing them off.

After starting a load of laundry and cleaning up last night's dishes...well loading the dishwasher...he contemplated breakfast. Cooking was usually a bad idea for Eros, he made a horrible mess and tended to forget things on the stove and in the oven...causing fire alarms to go off. Not a good way to wake his lover so early, he thought with a cringe. Hmm...so no breakfast. Boredom quickly set in before long and he was on the couch watching TV with the words up and no sound. He didn't want to wake Micky.
 
Micky slept like a log usually, and he usually slept for a long time, which was only enlongated by the previous night's activities. So when he finally did wake up, Eros was no doubt done washing the dishes and watching TV. However, Micky didn't know this, and upon feeling that his lover wasn't in bed beside him, he hoped that Eros hadn't had to go somewhere. Micky had gotten and idea of what to do that day the night before, and he didn't want his plans to be ruined by Eros having to go somewhere.

Groggily, Micky got up to go check. He didn't bother putting on his clothes, and instead he mosied about in his boxer-briefs, which clung tightly to him and showed off his lightly-muscled thighs and ass. The first thing he noticed upon heading out of the back rooms was that the TV was on, and he peered over the couch to thankfully see Eros. With a groggy smile, Micky pushed himself over the back of the couch and landed on the cushions with a bounce before laying his head in Eros's lap.

"Morning," he yawned.
 
It was a holiday weekend...everyone had gone home from campus and all the professors usually didn't give out any large assignments. With a bit of luck he got out of going to see his parents also, his only plans was to invade Micky's space. Eros heard Micky's shuffling feet and turned to smile. How couldn't he smiled at that picture. Micky looked like a walking zombie god! The teen couldn't help but laugh a little at the state the other was in.

His hand reached out and stroked the hair that lay in his lap. He then leaned over and kissed the top of his boyfriends forehead. "Good morning," he replied softly. "I hope I didn't wake you," with a touch of worry. The TV was on but there was hardly any sound. And he'd tried hard to keep this dish-noise making to a minimum.
 
Hell yes Micky still looked like a god, even though he looked half-dead. His eyes were practically closed still as he curled up with his head in Eros's lap, his cheek nuzzling against his boyfriend's thigh. "No," the Filipino man murmured tiredly, "You didn't wake me up," he cleared his throat, "don't worry about it." After these words he pushed himself up and twisted his body so he could kiss Eros's cheek, and then nuzzle their cheeks together sweetly. Once he pulled back he joked, "I would kiss you, but I have morning breath. . ." Micky smiled sheepishly.

It was then that he caught sound of the dish washer running. His eyebrows raised slightly and his hands reached out to curl around Eros's waist, his head resting on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Aw, baby, did my little housewife do the dishes for me?" Micky laughed and sweetly kissed Eros's clothed shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured appreciatively. After a wide yawn into his hand, Micky raised his head to look at his boyfriend's face. "Hey, did you have anything planned today? Because if you don't, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the amusement park," he asked, his voice a bit more awake.
 
Eros was certainly relieved to know he wasn't the cause of waking Micky. The warning of his morning breath caused him to pout a little. He wanted a kiss. "I'll take the risk," he told and gently pressed his lips to the other. For a few moments all let them linger, keeping its short and sweet. When he pulled back Eros grin, "See...no harm," he assured. For a kiss from Micky, Eros would take notice to anything but the taste of his lips.

"I..." he started but found himself beat red and only nodded, buring his face in the other's shoulder. Housewife, huh? How he would love to be Micky's little housewife, every morning he'd wear nothing but a cute flowery apron and make him breakfast and steal a kiss as he left for work! "It was only fair...you make me such yummy food all the time," he said trying to shoo away his blush with something practical.

Plans? "I thought you might have to work today," he said with a slight pout. "I'm free all weekend..." Eros blinked a moment. "The amusement park?!" Excitement was stirring in him, it was evident in his eyes. They were brighter and widening some. "Like right now?" he said biting his lip to keep from shouting.
 
After the short, sweet kiss, Micky grinned and nodded. "Thank you for braving my morning breath for a kiss, baby. When I brush my teeth I'll give you something more as a reward for risking your life," Micky joked, then grinned and snuggled slower to his boyfriend, enjoying just cuddling with him-- mainly because Micky was still sort of half-asleep. Hell, he wouldn't be half-asleep, though, if he knew what Eros was thinking about wearing nothing but an apron in the mornings, and flouncing around. Micky would love to see Eros in nothing but an apron; however, if that happened, he would probably be late for work, seeing as he would feel compelled to take Eros. Micky was incorrigeable.

"Nope, no work today. I'm off for the weekend. Told the boss I'd be going down to my parent's house-- hell to that shit," the older man said, then smiled as Eros began to grow excited. He loved making his blond lover happy, in any way he could. It brought him joy in turn. "Yes, right now, silly. Well-- after I get dressed and ready. It opens in about two hours, so I could even make some breakfast before we head out. How's that sound, hm?"
 
"I think I might need a Purple Heart, also," he added to the little joke, giggling. Eros was also a suck for cuddling. At night it was him in Micky's arms, fighting off sleep. He loved mornings, when Micky was still so calm and passive. He held the older male and continued to pet his head lovely. Just like a lazy lion basking in the sun.

It was hard sitting still now though...he was very excited about going to the amusement part with Micky. He loved going anyplace with Micky...any place where he could lay on his arm and watch the people turn and look. Most found them cute...others disgusted. He cared little...so so long he saw him with his Micky!

"Breakfast sounds wonderful!" Bad think about the whole morning apron-breakfast thing...Eros couldn't cook. "I should probably run home for a few and get some clothing. I only have these and what I wore over last night..." which was being washed as the spoke. Still it wasn't something he wanted to wear out.
 
"I can give you something better than a Purple Heart, baby," Micky purred in reply, then laughed himself, nuzzling up into Eros's hand as his head was petted. He loved laying here like this as well, because Eros was comfortable and having his head rubbed felt extremely good. Micky turned his head and lightly kissed Eros's clothed stomach before he sat up and looked at his lover.

"Alright. How about you go home and get some clothes-- for the weekend-- and in the meantime I'll get fixed up and start cooking breakfast? Sound good?" Micky grinned and leaned in to kiss Eros's cheek before he stood up and scratched lazily at his smooth stomach, just above the piercings.
 
The added 'for the weekned' had Eros on his feet and half way to the door before Micky could finish his sentence. "Sounds great...be back in half an hour!" he called snatching his keys and all but frolicking to his car. The teen was still high over last nights events, totally excited about today and nervously anticipating the rest of the weekend. He was literally all over the place!

Back at his dorm Eros tossed several pairs of clothing into a bag that could be easily mixed and matched with each other. What he left there wasn't a big deal, this university required uniforms...so he didn't have to worry about not having anything to wear to classes. If he had to he would just go to Micky's in uniform to get some clothing. His boyfriend might like that...helping out of the annoying, dull outfit?

With enough clothing packed Eros turned for a quick shower and redressed himself in a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a long thin shirt. The sleeves would hide his bruises, but they were thin enough so he wouldn't get too hot. Also, the shirt...when he moved his arms in certain directions, lifted over the pant's hem and showed off his single piercings on his navel. A quick toweling over his head and he was zipping back through town for breakfast.
 
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