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Of course Ross just had to turn on the heat by saying and doing things he knew would really get to Smiff. The taller man should’ve known better, though, than to provoke Ross and blame him for something that wasn’t his fault, however jokingly. But if he was being honest, getting Ross to tease and turn him on even more was what he wanted all along, subconsciously or not. When Ross let go of him completely, Smiff rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to complain, but was immediately cut off by the kiss. He groaned lowly into his boyfriend’s mouth, his hands running up the man’s back as he let himself get lost in the moment. “Don’t you dare,” Smiff replied breathlessly when they parted, swallowing as he watched Ross take him in hand again. His hands immediately dropped back down to grasp the bedsheets once again, and his breath hitched as Ross’ thumb pressed to his lips. Ross had to know exactly what he was doing here, and it was working. “Just make me feel good.” Smiff gazed up at his boyfriend with semi-lidded eyes, not looking away as he opened his mouth just enough for his boyfriend’s thumb to slip inside - not only because he had a bit of an oral fixation and enjoyed it, but also because he thought it might help him keep himself quieter.

A small lump formed in the back of Ross’ throat the moment that his thumb had slipped past Smiff’s lips. Giving Smiff a little something to keep himself quiet had been his intention, although selfishly, he’d always had a thing for pushing his fingers into the man’s mouth; so much so that just the visual of his boyfriend’s lips wrapping around his digit nearly left him exhaling a groan. Biting his lip to silence himself, Ross looked down to watch the way his hand twisted up Smiff’s length and tried his best to keep a consistent rhythm to his strokes. “You are so fucking hot,” he muttered almost breathlessly and he slowly withdrew his thumb from between Smiff’s lips so that he could brush the back of his fingers gently across the man’s cheek, then down the side of his neck. “And there are so many things that I could do to make you feel good. Letting me choose is almost… dangerous.” Ross certainly had a few ideas, however most of them weren’t anything they should do in the dorms, so at least that helped to narrow down his options. After a long moment of rubbing Smiff’s inner thigh with his free hand, he started to move further up until he was gently pressing the pad of his index finger against the man’s entrance. He didn’t push in; he merely massaged him gently with the tip of his finger as his other hand moved fluidly up and down his boyfriend’s shaft. His eyes too had flicked up to study Smiff’s face intently so that he didn’t miss his reaction.

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Smiff was well aware that letting Ross choose what he did with the taller man meant they could've ended up going down so many paths, but that was what he loved so much about it. His boyfriend’s mind somehow always found something hotter than Smiff had been imagining, so he gave the decisions to him as much as possible. When Ross’ finger pressed to his entrance, the taller man’s eyes widened, just a fraction, momentarily before he let out a slow shaky breath and relaxed into the sensation. It hadn't been something he’d expected, but he welcomed it all the same, and the feeling only added the overwhelming pleasure already rushing over him. “Fuck, baby, I don't know how much longer I’m gonna last,” Smiff gasped, arching his back off the bed at a particularly firm twist of Ross’ hand as he gripped tightly at the bed sheets. Letting go with one hand, Smiff reached for a pillow and held it, ready to muffle himself when necessary. Because there was no denying he was never particularly quiet in sex, and especially not when he came. “I’m not... on the edge, but I’m getting pretty fucking close.” In fact, he was getting closer and closer to that point with every movement of Ross’ hands; staying relaxed and still on the bed was getting more difficult by the same margin.

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Exhaling slowly, Smiff swallowed when Ross told him to spread his legs a little more, wordlessly complying. It struck him, as he did so, that there was something pretty damn erotic about the request, and particularly how it’d been phrased - any time Ross asked or told him to do anything ‘for him’, it made Smiff’s stomach flip. He gasped as Ross quickened his strokes, his back arching briefly off the bed before he relaxed into the new pace. A breathless laugh fell from the taller man’s lips at his boyfriend’s comment, and he replied, “All day? How long are you planning to make me last? Jesus christ…” He knew Ross hadn’t meant it like that, but since when had Smiff ever let the facts get in the way of a joke? He was going to add to it, too, but then a particular twist of his boyfriend’s hand had the taller man letting out a higher pitched “Fuck!” before it descended into a breathless moan. “This isn’t your flat, baby, we have to keep the noise down,” he lightheartedly complained, as if his own inability to control his volume was somehow Ross’ fault. “More than just Sips to annoy here.”

Ross practically snorted after Smiff picked apart what he’d said, rolled his eyes, and continued to rhythmically stroke his boyfriend’s cock. The sudden expletive that came from the man took him by surprise, although it had a smug smirk forming on his lips as he hummed in reply to the warning about their volume. He knew the situation well; his sex life had been utter shit while he lived in the dorms because of how impossible it was to get any privacy, and the few times he did manage to get laid left him with neighbours pounding against his walls or door in either anger or teasing. No wonder they’d yet to fool around in Smiff’s room. “I haven’t made a sound,” he whispered down at Smiff lovingly and slowed the pace of his strokes. “But I do have ways of keeping you quiet, if that’s what you want.” Ross offered Smiff a devilish grin before he let go of his member completely so that he could lean down to give the taller man a deep kiss. “You want me to speed things up? Just make it a cheeky quick handy so no one suspects a thing?” He wasn’t serious; well, at least not really, though he’d give Smiff whatever he asked for in the moment so it wasn’t totally off the table. Reaching down again, his fingers wrapped around his base and slowly dragged upwards, beginning to jerk him off again whilst the other hand moved so he could press his thumb to Smiff’s lips. “Tell me what you want.”

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Of course Ross just had to turn on the heat by saying and doing things he knew would really get to Smiff. The taller man should've known better, though, than to provoke Ross and blame him for something that wasn't his fault, however jokingly. But if he was being honest, getting Ross to tease and turn him on even more was what he wanted all along, subconsciously or not. When Ross let go of him completely, Smiff rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to complain, but was immediately cut off by the kiss. He groaned lowly into his boyfriend’s mouth, his hands running up the man’s back as he let himself get lost in the moment. “Don’t you dare,” Smiff replied breathlessly when they parted, swallowing as he watched Ross take him in hand again. His hands immediately dropped back down to grasp the bedsheets once again, and his breath hitched as Ross’ thumb pressed to his lips. Ross had to know exactly what he was doing here, and it was working. “Just make me feel good.” Smiff gazed up at his boyfriend with semi-lidded eyes, not looking away as he opened his mouth just enough for his boyfriend’s thumb to slip inside - not only because he had a bit of an oral fixation and enjoyed it, but also because he thought it might help him keep himself quieter.

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The long kiss left Smiff breathless and pink in the face by the time he’d pulled away, and he let out a quiet laugh at how much even just that affected him. The laughter was cut off pretty quickly, though, as he watched Ross pick up the massage oil and slick up his hand. He shivered, then, as the man’s fingers ran over his erection, biting his lip as he exhaled slowly. God, just the teasing touch felt so good, especially combined with the anticipation of what was to come. At Ross’ word, Smiff let his eyes fall shut, before gasping at the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand closing around him, his fingers grasping the bed sheets as Ross began to stroke him at an unhurried pace. He tried his best to just relax, though, instead of arching up into the man’s touch like he felt like doing, and evened out his breathing to best of his ability. “That feels so fucking good, baby, you have no idea,” he murmured, sighing and biting his lip again. He needed to keep any noise down, he knew that, because they were absolutely not alone in this building. In fact, he was fairly sure the rooms directly next to his on both sides were currently occupied, and while the walls weren’t ridiculously thin, they certainly weren’t thick.

Ross was enjoying taking his time. It wasn’t that he was trying to torture or tease Smiff by stroking him in a slow, methodic pace — quite the opposite, really. He wanted Smiff to savour in the moment and to let his stresses from earlier fade away, even if just briefly. It was silly, but Ross knew that if he was good at one thing, it was distracting Smiff and getting his mind off of whatever was troubling him. Sex was always a good distraction, and a seemingly welcomed one by his boyfriend. “Yeah? Good, baby, enjoy it,” he too murmured softly as his right hand moved to slowly massage Smiff’s inner thigh while the left continued to stroke him at a slow pace. His gaze flicked up to make sure that the man’s eyes were still closed and he smiled endearingly before his eyes went back to briefly watching his hands. “Spread your legs a little wider for me, hey?” Sitting at the edge of the bed was a bit of an awkward angle, so Ross moved onto his knees with a leg placed between Smiff’s. The new position allowed him a better grip around his boyfriend’s member and he quickened his strokes as his other hand moved to run across Smiff’s torso. “I could watch you like this all fucking day,” he muttered, and as cheeky as he may have sounded, it was the god honest truth.

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Exhaling slowly, Smiff swallowed when Ross told him to spread his legs a little more, wordlessly complying. It struck him, as he did so, that there was something pretty damn erotic about the request, and particularly how it’d been phrased - any time Ross asked or told him to do anything ‘for him’, it made Smiff’s stomach flip. He gasped as Ross quickened his strokes, his back arching briefly off the bed before he relaxed into the new pace. A breathless laugh fell from the taller man’s lips at his boyfriend’s comment, and he replied, “All day? How long are you planning to make me last? Jesus christ...” He knew Ross hadn't meant it like that, but since when had Smiff ever let the facts get in the way of a joke? He was going to add to it, too, but then a particular twist of his boyfriend’s hand had the taller man letting out a higher pitched “Fuck!” before it descended into a breathless moan. “This isn't your flat, baby, we have to keep the noise down,” he lightheartedly complained, as if his own inability to control his volume was somehow Ross’ fault. “More than just Sips to annoy here.”

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Awesome party, I’m so glad I came.

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Smiff spent several seconds watching Ross and trying to figure out whether he was being serious with his offer to give the taller man a ‘dick massage’ before he said anything. Because of course he wanted it, but he could also go without if Ross hadn’t actually meant it. But when Ross added that the alternative was returning the massage, Smiff rolled over almost immediately. “Fuck that, baby. Dick massage it is.” It wasn’t that he couldn’t be bothered to get up and give his boyfriend the massage he absolutely deserved, but if he had to choose between that and having the man’s hands on his package, then 99.9% of the time, the answer would be the latter. Loosening the drawstring on his sweatpants, Smiff tugged them down past his arse before pushing them off completely with his feet; it wasn’t elegant, but it was the easiest way to do it without having to sit up. And Smiff was way too relaxed for that. Kicking the sweatpants off the bed and onto the floor, the taller man took advantage of the fact he was now lounging on the bed in just underpants, and rested his hands behind his head as he smirked up at Ross. “Are you gonna be nice and help me out of these now, or do I need to do it myself?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow as the cocky expression stayed fixed on his features.

Ross came very close to almost spitting out the sip of beer he’d just taken when Smiff shed his sweatpants and he covered his mouth with a hand whilst laughing. Smiff could be the most graceful, charming guy when he actually tried to be, but that just made moments like these even more endearing. “Yeah, yeah. Just give me a second,” he said, purposely making Smiff wait since he was absolutely enjoying the view of the man practically posing for him. Ross then finished off his beer and after setting the bottle down, he wasted no time reaching for Smiff’s pants and dragged them down his long legs before he took a seat beside him at the edge of the bed. “If you hadn’t had such a rubbish day, I’d be worried about actually spoiling you right now,” he commented sarcastically because really, the truth was that he adored that Smiff let him indulge in taking care of him like this. “Can’t let you get too used to this.” Leaning down, Ross connected their lips for a slow, drawn out, and deep kiss that left him feeling lightheaded once he finally did move back for a gasp of air. Then without another word, he very casually picked up the bottle of massage oil and poured a small amount into his hand before he gently ran his now-slick fingers over Smiff’s length. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll get you real relaxed.” He closed his hand into a fiat around his boyfriend’s member after that and stroked him slowly, taking his time.

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Smiff shuddered when Ross spoke and began to kiss his neck, swallowing and automatically tilting his head a little more to the side to give him more access. Of course he wouldn’t want to stop his boyfriend, but still, the fact that he couldn’t was still insanely hot. Obviously, Ross was absolutely right in assuming how the taller man felt about the whole thing, but Smiff felt no need to inflate his ego (or his dick) any more by saying so. Instead he just groaned, flexing his shoulders as goosebumps rose where Ross’ hand was on the base of his neck. “Yeah, my dick,” he responded automatically, keeping a jokey tone though the comment really hadn’t been meant as humour. “You missed my fucking dick. It could really do with a massage.” Smiff didn’t actually expect Ross to heed his words at all, of course, but it was probably the most honest answer he could’ve given; he certainly wasn’t feeling desperate or anything yet, but his sexual frustration was building steadily with every word and every touch his boyfriend gave him. “My arse could go for one too, actually, while you’re there. But you’re already doing that with your fucking hard-on, by the feel of it. Never knew my back could get you so worked up, baby. Maybe next time instead of sending you nudes I’ll just send you a pic of my fucking shoulders, huh?” Smiff wasn’t going to let Ross get away without at least a little teasing in return.

Despite the eye roll, Ross couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face. He knew he deserved the taunting, so he simply continued to rub Smiff’s back and gave a small little shrug as he looked down at himself. “Hard-on? C’mon, baby, you know my dick’s bigger than that. I’m only kinda hard. I don’t think your back’s really doing it for me anymore.” Leaning right into Smiff’s teasing seemed like the perfect plan because if his boyfriend was going to take the piss, he’d dish it right back at him. Ross bent down once more to kiss the back of Smiff’s shoulder and finally moved, wiping his hands on his own bare chest as he walked to the foot of the bed where Smiff was facing. “Well?” he asked in an expectant tone, brows lifted. “Can’t massage your dick if I can’t get to it.” He was only half serious, although it wasn’t like he’d turn down the opportunity if Smiff actually flipped over and seemed like he was interested. Ross just couldn’t resist trying to get Smiff out of his pants whenever he could. Spotting his half empty beer bottle on the nightstand, he moved again to pick it up and downed a few sips before looking at his boyfriend to say, “Or if you were just joking about the dick massage, I could go for a cheeky back rub. My shoulders are pretty fucking sore too.” He got the feeling that he already knew what Smiff would choose though, which was why he was smiling smugly at the man as he raised the bottle to his lips once again.

Smiff spent several seconds watching Ross and trying to figure out whether he was being serious with his offer to give the taller man a ‘dick massage’ before he said anything. Because of course he wanted it, but he could also go without if Ross hadn't actually meant it. But when Ross added that the alternative was returning the massage, Smiff rolled over almost immediately. “Fuck that, baby. Dick massage it is.” It wasn't that he couldn't be bothered to get up and give his boyfriend the massage he absolutely deserved, but if he had to choose between that and having the man’s hands on his package, then 99.9% of the time, the answer would be the latter. Loosening the drawstring on his sweatpants, Smiff tugged them down past his arse before pushing them off completely with his feet; it wasn't elegant, but it was the easiest way to do it without having to sit up. And Smiff was way too relaxed for that. Kicking the sweatpants off the bed and onto the floor, the taller man took advantage of the fact he was now lounging on the bed in just underpants, and rested his hands behind his head as he smirked up at Ross. “Are you gonna be nice and help me out of these now, or do I need to do it myself?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow as the cocky expression stayed fixed on his features.

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The fact that Smiff knew that Ross was trying to make him squirm did absolutely nothing to curb the effect, and it was obvious. His boyfriend’s words and actions had the taller man shifting under his weight and swallowing. God, this was completely unfair, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He did manage to reply with his usual cheek, though, saying, “I wasn’t aware there was a service that didn’t involve a happy ending, baby. I thought that was just automatically included.” Smirking back at Ross, Smiff then let out a low groan at the combination of the amazing massage and the growing sexual frustration his boyfriend was causing. It was all well and good for Ross to joke about these things; he wasn’t the one being constantly teased while more or less pinned to the bed. “Oh, and you can take my fucking pants off whenever you see fit. It’s not like I could stop you anyway.” Now he was just teasing himself, and he laughed at how quickly and easily Ross had managed to turn him on. Smiff really didn’t think he could leave the man if he tried; Ross had him well and truly wrapped around his little finger. Not that he ever wanted to try. There was no way in the world he would ever find himself something better than what he had now, and he knew it.

Ross inhaled deeply when Smiff pointed out that he could stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Of course he already knew that, he was the one pinning the man to the bed after all, but hearing Smiff confirm that sent a shock of electricity straight to his core. Almost without thinking, he pushed his hips down against Smiff’s ass again while his hands slid to his shoulders. “Something tells me you wouldn’t want to stop me anyway,” he said quietly and bent forward, leaning himself fully against his boyfriend so that he could softly kiss at the back of his neck. “Am I right about that?” The question was rhetorical anyway and Ross went straight back into kissing Smiff’s neck since he didn’t expect an answer from the man, although he did push himself back up to continue slowly rubbing and massaging Smiff’s shoulder blades. If he was going to follow through with where the teasing was leading them, he wanted Smiff to be thoroughly relaxed and well frustrated before he even thought about stripping his boyfriend down completely. “Where else is sore, baby? Have I missed anywhere?” His hands moved so that he could massage the base of Smiff’s neck with his thumbs and he bit his lip, glad that Smiff wouldn’t be able to see his expression the moment that he realised just how easy it’d be for him to wrap a hand gently around the man’s neck if he really wanted to amp up the teasing.

Smiff shuddered when Ross spoke and began to kiss his neck, swallowing and automatically tilting his head a little more to the side to give him more access. Of course he wouldn't want to stop his boyfriend, but still, the fact that he couldn't was still insanely hot. Obviously, Ross was absolutely right in assuming how the taller man felt about the whole thing, but Smiff felt no need to inflate his ego (or his dick) any more by saying so. Instead he just groaned, flexing his shoulders as goosebumps rose where Ross’ hand was on the base of his neck. “Yeah, my dick,” he responded automatically, keeping a jokey tone though the comment really hadn't been meant as humour. “You missed my fucking dick. It could really do with a massage.” Smiff didn’t actually expect Ross to heed his words at all, of course, but it was probably the most honest answer he could've given; he certainly wasn't feeling desperate or anything yet, but his sexual frustration was building steadily with every word and every touch his boyfriend gave him. “My arse could go for one too, actually, while you're there. But you're already doing that with your fucking hard-on, by the feel of it. Never knew my back could get you so worked up, baby. Maybe next time instead of sending you nudes I’ll just send you a pic of my fucking shoulders, huh?” Smiff wasn't going to let Ross get away without at least a little teasing in return.

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Smiff hummed contentedly as Ross rubbed the oil over his back, before sighing because, God, this felt so fucking good. He hadn’t had a proper massage in what felt like years, and he’d forgotten just how amazing it felt. Especially when he had a shirtless, stupidly hot boyfriend straddling his waist and relentlessly teasing him. Letting out a groan as Ross worked out a particularly tough knot, Smiff laughed lightly. It really did feel like the start of, like, a million pornos, and the taller man would’ve replied with something like, “Why don’t we reenact one of them, huh?”, if Ross hadn’t changed the subject so quickly. “It feels fucking amazing,” he groaned, smiling lazily over his shoulder. “And you should know, baby, it’s never too hard for me.” The opportunity for a joke was far too good to pass up, and Smiff laughed lightly before sighing again. “God, you are fucking spoiling me, baby. I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, too relaxed to find the energy to speak louder. He didnt know how he was going to make this up to Ross, but he’d find a way. Actually, he did have a couple of ideas…

Ross was beaming a grin at Smiff’s joke since he expected nothing less from his boyfriend, and that grin softened into a bashful sort of smile after hearing the man murmur that he didn’t deserve him. He absolutely adored being able to spoil the man and frankly, he believed that if there was anyone deserving of being pampered, it was Smiff. “Oh, bullshit. You deserve the world,” he replied. A back rub was the least he could do. Ross’ hands slid smoothly down to Smiff’s lower back, his thumbs rubbing in small, firm circles just above the waistband of the other’s trousers to ease any tension there before he paused to pour a little more of the oil into his palm. “So… never too hard for you, eh?” he asked as he rubbed his hands together and then started to work on the centre of his boyfriend’s back. Ross purposely pushed his hips down against Smiff’s backside as he did so, chuckling under his breath since he knew he had the upper hand when it came to teasing merely because of the position he was in. Whether or not he used his advantage or not, he was still deciding. At the very least, he wasn’t going to rush the massage. “When am I supposed to take your pants off, anyway? I’m assuming you want the uh… full service special. Includes a happy ending.” The smile came through in Ross’ tone and from the way his hands were moving slowly across Smiff’s back, it was clear that he was just trying to make the man squirm with his words.

The fact that Smiff knew that Ross was trying to make him squirm did absolutely nothing to curb the effect, and it was obvious. His boyfriend’s words and actions had the taller man shifting under his weight and swallowing. God, this was completely unfair, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He did manage to reply with his usual cheek, though, saying, “I wasn't aware there was a service that didn’t involve a happy ending, baby. I thought that was just automatically included.” Smirking back at Ross, Smiff then let out a low groan at the combination of the amazing massage and the growing sexual frustration his boyfriend was causing. It was all well and good for Ross to joke about these things; he wasn't the one being constantly teased while more or less pinned to the bed. “Oh, and you can take my fucking pants off whenever you see fit. It’s not like I could stop you anyway.” Now he was just teasing himself, and he laughed at how quickly and easily Ross had managed to turn him on. Smiff really didn’t think he could leave the man if he tried; Ross had him well and truly wrapped around his little finger. Not that he ever wanted to try. There was no way in the world he would ever find himself something better than what he had now, and he knew it.

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Smiff shuddered as Ross spoke into his ear, swallowing thickly as goosebumps rose across his body because fucking hell, surely Ross had to know that was like… the single hottest thing he could’ve possibly said. He knew he deserved the teasing because he’d been teasing Ross too, but this was another whole level and Smiff was honestly not sure what he’d done to incur the torture of his boyfriend’s hot and kind of dominant side. Even if it was just done to get a rise out of him.“Oh, so you’re telling me this isn’t going to be a sexy massage after all? You’re telling me you’re gonna tease me and then not even give me a fucking sexy massage? That’s bullshit,” Smiff replied with mock-seriousness, rolling his eyes before he sighed as the massage began. He let his eyes fall shut, trying to relax his muscles as much as possible, before he laughed. “I haven’t got any idea if lube works, baby. I’ve never tried it. I think there might be some massage oil in my bedside table, though. I think I remember my ex got me some once, not that we ever got ‘round to using it.” Grinning, he kept his eyes closed while he waited for Ross to find the lotion, hoping he actually remembered right about having it. It’d been a long time, after all.

With a soft hum, Ross leaned over to pull open the top drawer of the bedside table and looked for anything that looked like it could’ve been lotion or oil. When he didn’t see any, he sighed softly and moved off of Smiff so that he could check the bottom drawer and sifted around until he found a bottle of something tucked towards the back. “Should’ve known you’d have bloody massage oil, you spoiled prick,” he said sarcastically, pausing before he climbed back on top of Smiff to take off his own shirt. “Now it’s a sexy massage. I wanted to make sure you had the proper stuff for it before going down that road.” That wasn’t necessarily true either, but he wasn’t just going to let Smiff off the hook too easy. Back perched atop his boyfriend once more, Ross opened the bottle’s seal before pouring some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. It smelled nice and would make the massage feel even better for Smiff, so after he’d heated the oil up with his hands, he began to rub the taller man’s back again, kneading at his muscles and loosening any knots he came across. “Just relax, baby,” he almost cooed softly and the moment the words had left his lips, a smirk began to take shape. “God, I swear I’ve seen so much porn that starts this exact same way.” Rather than letting that statement hang in the air for too long though, Ross added, “How is that, anyway? Does it feel good? Tell me if it’s too hard.”

Smiff hummed contentedly as Ross rubbed the oil over his back, before sighing because, God, this felt so fucking good. He hadn't had a proper massage in what felt like years, and he’d forgotten just how amazing it felt. Especially when he had a shirtless, stupidly hot boyfriend straddling his waist and relentlessly teasing him. Letting out a groan as Ross worked out a particularly tough knot, Smiff laughed lightly. It really did feel like the start of, like, a million pornos, and the taller man would've replied with something like, “Why don't we reenact one of them, huh?”, if Ross hadn't changed the subject so quickly. “It feels fucking amazing,” he groaned, smiling lazily over his shoulder. “And you should know, baby, it’s never too hard for me.” The opportunity for a joke was far too good to pass up, and Smiff laughed lightly before sighing again. “God, you are fucking spoiling me, baby. I don't deserve you,” he murmured, too relaxed to find the energy to speak louder. He didnt know how he was going to make this up to Ross, but he’d find a way. Actually, he did have a couple of ideas...

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Of course, Ross was absolutely right when he proposed that Smiff liked it when his boyfriend just told him what to do, so he didn’t even try to deny it. Instead he just laughed, glancing down at Ross’ fingers as they began to push his shirt up and raising an eyebrow. Point taken. The taller man lifted it up and over his head, before chucking in onto the pile of dirty laundry already sitting on Turps’ bed. Usually when he knew Ross was coming over, he made the slightest effort to make sure the room wasn’t an absolute tip, but his boyfriend’s arrival today had been unexpected so that hadn’t taken place. Ross didn’t seem to mind that much, though, and frankly Smiff didn’t really give a shit regardless. “You’re right baby, this does seem as good a time as any,” the taller man replied with a smirk, running his hand up his boyfriend’s chest. “I know you’re only doing this because you want me to get my clothes of, but it’s appreciated anyway.” Smiff didn’t actually think that, of course; he could tell Ross was just being genuinely caring. With a grin, he reached for his beer to down what was left before shifting so he was lying on his stomach with his head toward the foot of the bed and his feet near the headboard. Glancing back over his shoulder, he winked. “Get cracking, masseur.”

Ross’ teeth raked over his lower lip as he watched Smiff finish off what was left of his beer and smirked, waiting for the man to lie flat so that he could swing a leg over his waist. Straddling his boyfriend, he very lightly brushed his fingertips down Smiff’s pale back from his shoulders to his waist, then leant forward so that he could speak softly into his ear. “If I wanted you out of your clothes, I’d get you out of them myself. You’d be taking care of me right now.” He didn’t believe that Smiff actually thought that he was only trying to get in his pants anyway, but he couldn’t help but want to get him back for all the teasing Smiff’d been dishing his way. “This could’ve been a sexy massage, baby. All you had to do was take your pants off. Fucks sake, maybe if you play your cards right, it can still be a sexy massage,” he joked and laughed while his hands wandered the expanse of Smiff’s back, finally settling on his broad shoulders. Ross started massaging, working out any knots that he came across as gently as he could with his thumbs. Maybe it was all in his head, but he reckoned that Smiff felt at least a little more tense than normal. “Do you have any lotion? Or is lube any good for massaging?” He laughed over what a stupid question that was, although it was a legitimate question since he truly did want to spoil and pamper his boyfriend. For all he knew, Smiff probably had a bottle of massage oil somewhere.

Smiff shuddered as Ross spoke into his ear, swallowing thickly as goosebumps rose across his body because fucking hell, surely Ross had to know that was like... the single hottest thing he could’ve possibly said. He knew he deserved the teasing because he’d been teasing Ross too, but this was another whole level and Smiff was honestly not sure what he’d done to incur the torture of his boyfriend’s hot and kind of dominant side. Even if it was just done to get a rise out of him.“Oh, so you're telling me this isn't going to be a sexy massage after all? You're telling me you’re gonna tease me and then not even give me a fucking sexy massage? That’s bullshit,” Smiff replied with mock-seriousness, rolling his eyes before he sighed as the massage began. He let his eyes fall shut, trying to relax his muscles as much as possible, before he laughed. “I haven't got any idea if lube works, baby. I’ve never tried it. I think there might be some massage oil in my bedside table, though. I think I remember my ex got me some once, not that we ever got ‘round to using it.” Grinning, he kept his eyes closed while he waited for Ross to find the lotion, hoping he actually remembered right about having it. It’d been a long time, after all.

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Just quietly, Smiff wanted Ross to steal him away if he and another guy got a little too flirty, because that was really the only way he could be sure he wouldn’t do something utterly stupid while wasted. If his boyfriend stepped in before anything could happen, Smiff’s drunk mind would have no chance to do something he’d regret afterwards. Not that he thought he would, but he just didn’t quite trust himself when intoxicated - he had his past to blame for that. Melting into the kiss, Smiff inhaled sharply as they parted, swallowing when he found Ross far closer than he’d been before. Listening to the man’s words, he let his lips twist into a slight smirk, raising eyebrow. “If I didn’t know any better, baby, I’d think you were telling me to undress.” He was half-joking, though. He didn’t actually think that Ross was actually asking him to strip, but he thought it undeniable that them losing their clothes was where his boyfriend’s mind had to be going. After all, his own was going the exact same place. “You don’t have to be all cryptic with me, y’know. You don’t have to be all shy and beat around the bush. Just telling me to get them off works just as well.” Smiff just couldn’t resist gently teasing and taking the piss out of his boyfriend, and he laughed lightly before leaning in for a kiss far shorter than the one he actually wanted.

Ross laughed at the teasing and rolled his eyes, about to respond, but Smiff’s lips were against his own before he could get a word out. “You know me,” he said with a sigh after they’d parted and he turned his gaze downwards with the most bashful and embarrassed expression he could try to make. “I’m just so… shy. You’re so hot and… and I’d be so embarrassed if you rejected me.” He couldn’t manage to keep his giggles down, so as he laughed, he looked back up at Smiff and his pseudo coy demeanour disappeared instantly. “Honestly, yeah; I think just telling you what I want is way fucking easier than hoping you’ll pick up on a hint. I reckon someone here likes it that way too.” Ross gently dug his fingers into Smiff’s sides with a cheeky grin before he shamelessly began to push his boyfriend’s t-shirt upwards, obviously wanting to get him out of it. The comment he’d made about wanting them both in less clothes was definitely more than just a passing joke – his thoughts had begun to move in that direction the moment he began fantasising about the possibilities of meeting up with an already-drunk Smiff at Saturday’s party. “I promised you a massage, didn’t I? Now seems like as good a time as any.”

Of course, Ross was absolutely right when he proposed that Smiff liked it when his boyfriend just told him what to do, so he didn’t even try to deny it. Instead he just laughed, glancing down at Ross’ fingers as they began to push his shirt up and raising an eyebrow. Point taken. The taller man lifted it up and over his head, before chucking in onto the pile of dirty laundry already sitting on Turps’ bed. Usually when he knew Ross was coming over, he made the slightest effort to make sure the room wasn't an absolute tip, but his boyfriend’s arrival today had been unexpected so that hadn't taken place. Ross didn’t seem to mind that much, though, and frankly Smiff didn’t really give a shit regardless. “You’re right baby, this does seem as good a time as any,” the taller man replied with a smirk, running his hand up his boyfriend’s chest. “I know you're only doing this because you want me to get my clothes of, but it’s appreciated anyway.” Smiff didn’t actually think that, of course; he could tell Ross was just being genuinely caring. With a grin, he reached for his beer to down what was left before shifting so he was lying on his stomach with his head toward the foot of the bed and his feet near the headboard. Glancing back over his shoulder, he winked. “Get cracking, masseur.”

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For some reason that he couldn’t quite place a finger on, the sweet and loving kiss that Ross gave him had goosebumps rising on Smiff’s arms, and he swallowed thickly when they parted. Maybe it was something to do with the knee between his legs - for some reason that was kind of hot - or perhaps the kiss just wasn’t quite as innocent as it had first seemed. It was probably both. Laughing lightly, Smiff shook his head. “Let’s just agree we’re both lucky bastards, yeah? That way, everyone at the party can be jealous of both of us, and that’s pretty damn great.” Smiff wasn’t a jealous person, but he was a cocky one, so the idea or someone else being jealous of him was certainly appealing; it fed his already slightly inflated ego. Grinning, the taller man leant over to place his beer down beside his boyfriend’s before reaching his hand up to cup his face. “I can’t wait for you to steal me away from whatever drunk asshole’s trying to flirt, baby,” he commented in a lowered tone, stroking his thumb affectionately along Ross jawline. “Can’t wait for them to look at you and realise… they can’t even try to compete.”

Smiff’s lowered tone left Ross’ stomach doing flips as he held eye contact with the other man, a small smirk still resting on the edges of his lips. He’d never get sick of listening to Smiff feed his own ego; just knowing that he had what sounded like permission to be even the slightest bit possessive over Smiff at a party was kind of incredible considering what a flirt the guy could be. Leaning back in for another kiss, Ross moved one hand to the side of Smiff’s neck and he pressed his body a little closer to his boyfriend’s until he was practically sitting in his lap. Between the sultry tone of the other’s voice and the way his fingers touched his face, he couldn’t help himself. “This…” he began, muttering lowly against Smiff’s mouth before he pecked him firmly once more and then leant back enough to continue, “This is how I wanna spend the rest of break.” Obviously he didn’t mean that literally, but if he had things his way, Ross would happily spend the rest of the week tangled up in bed with his boyfriend. Chuckling, he moved his hand up Smiff’s neck to gently comb his fingers through his hair as he casually said, “Preferably with a lot less clothes too.”

Just quietly, Smiff wanted Ross to steal him away if he and another guy got a little too flirty, because that was really the only way he could be sure he wouldn't do something utterly stupid while wasted. If his boyfriend stepped in before anything could happen, Smiff’s drunk mind would have no chance to do something he’d regret afterwards. Not that he thought he would, but he just didn’t quite trust himself when intoxicated - he had his past to blame for that. Melting into the kiss, Smiff inhaled sharply as they parted, swallowing when he found Ross far closer than he’d been before. Listening to the man’s words, he let his lips twist into a slight smirk, raising eyebrow. “If I didn’t know any better, baby, I’d think you were telling me to undress.” He was half-joking, though. He didn’t actually think that Ross was actually asking him to strip, but he thought it undeniable that them losing their clothes was where his boyfriend’s mind had to be going. After all, his own was going the exact same place. “You don't have to be all cryptic with me, y’know. You don't have to be all shy and beat around the bush. Just telling me to get them off works just as well.” Smiff just couldn't resist gently teasing and taking the piss out of his boyfriend, and he laughed lightly before leaning in for a kiss far shorter than the one he actually wanted.