Chapter 1: Bedroom Banter
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of their cozy apartment, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets of the bed where Jace and Milo lounged. Jace, sprawled on his stomach, pants long discarded to reveal the taut curve of his bare ass, was engrossed in a high-stakes video game. His fingers danced over the controller, eyes locked on the screen, while a low rumble escaped him—a not-so-silent fart that filled the room with its unmistakable presence.
Milo, unfazed, rested his head comfortably on Jace’s firm backside as if it were the plushest pillow in the world. He scrolled through his phone, chuckling softly at the sound. 'Damn, babe, you’re really letting loose today. Trying to gas me out of the room or what?' he teased, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
Jace smirked, not taking his eyes off the screen as another soft puff of air slipped out, this one a sneaky SBD—silent but deadly. 'Nah, man, I’m just seasoning the air for ya. Thought I’d give you a little Dutch oven action later. Keep things spicy,' he shot back, his tone cocky and sharp.
Milo snorted, shifting his head slightly to nuzzle against Jace’s skin, unbothered by the lingering scent. 'Spicy? Babe, you’re serving up a whole damn buffet back here. I’m just waiting for the main course.' He gave Jace’s ass a playful smack, grinning as he felt the heat of his lover’s body beneath him.
Jace let out a bark of laughter, his focus wavering for a split second as he lost a life in the game. 'Shit, man, don’t distract me! I’m trying to dominate this level, not your horny ass.' Another fart rumbled out, louder this time, and he wiggled his hips for emphasis. 'Oops, there’s dessert. Bon appétit.'
Milo rolled his eyes, but his grin was wide and wicked. 'Keep talking smack, Jace. I’m about to flip you over and show you who’s really dominating.' His voice dropped, low and suggestive, as he traced a finger along the curve of Jace’s thigh. 'Bet I can make you forget all about that game.'
Jace’s breath hitched, though he tried to play it cool, his cock stirring beneath him at Milo’s words. 'Oh, you think you’ve got game, huh? Better bring your A-game, ‘cause I’m already hard just thinking about shutting you up.' His voice was a mix of challenge and heat, and another fart slipped out as if to punctuate his point.
Milo laughed, the sound rich and teasing, as he slid his hand higher, brushing against the sensitive skin near Jace’s groin. 'Hard already? Damn, I haven’t even started. Wait ‘til I get my mouth on you—gonna give you the best blowjob of your life while you’re still sweating over that controller.' His words were a promise, his tone dripping with intent, as he felt Jace tense beneath him, the air growing thick with more than just the scent of their playful banter.
Jace’s focus on the game was slipping fast, his body reacting to Milo’s touch, his pussy of a game score forgotten as he felt himself getting wet with anticipation. 'Fuck, Milo, you’re playing dirty now,' he growled, his voice rough with need, as he shifted, giving Milo better access. 'Keep that up, and I’m gonna cum before you even get started.'
Milo’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in, his breath hot against Jace’s skin, ready to turn their witty sparring into something far more explosive. 'Oh, I’m just getting started, babe. Let’s see how long you last.'
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