blind!tyler who has a really strong sense of smell!! and whenever he smells josh he gets so turned on and begs to be fucked
tyler has his glasses on when josh comes in, fingers ghosting over the bumpy braille of the book he’s reading. his nostrils flare, smelling smoke and citrus and something distinctly josh - sunshine halo and hot, fire. it really wasn’t a surprise to tyler when josh told him he was dyeing his hair yellow next.
of course, tyler had never seen the color yellow, but he had had it described to him many times. in his opinion, it suits josh.
“ty.” josh’s voice is gruff, low. he’d been talking a lot at work again.
tyler whimpers because he can’t help it, shuts the book and tosses it aside. he hears it fall to the floor with a thump and then the shuffle as josh picks it up and sets it on the nightstand.
already trembling, tyler throws the covers off of his legs and throws his thighs wide, clad in only a pair of boxers. “daddy.” he knows josh can see how hard he is. “please, daddy?”
“okay.” josh’s voice is closer now, bed dipping as he climbs on. his nose hits tyler’s temple, gentle, slides to the frame of the glasses and bumps it. “gotta take these off, though.”
tyler knows what he looks like without his glasses on - abnormally light eyes. so people can tell he’s blind. that’s why he wears them in the first place.
he whines because. he doesn’t like not having them on, go figure.
“please?” josh says, echoing him. he nips at tyler’s jaw, and his hand is at the curve of the inside of tyler’s thigh. he smells so fucking good. “please, ty, wanna see you.”
so tyler takes them off. rips them off, actually, but holds them gently out for josh to take so he doesn’t break them.
there’s a clink as josh sets them on the nightstand, then he’s crawling between tyler’s legs, arms beneath tyler’s knees as he slides his lips all along the sensitive skin of tyler’s thighs. “thank you.”
tyler shrugs. “i know you like seeing them.”
“yes.” josh is kissing him suddenly, knocking him back against the pillows even as tyler ruts up, rubbing his erection insistently at josh’s stomach.
he’s never seen what josh looks like, will never know exactly what the colors josh puts in his hair mean or the color of his eyes or his skin.
but he can tell by the way his stomach clenches, the slender cut of his hips, the smooth lines of his jaw, the way he laughs. that josh is handsome. beautiful, even.
not to mention the way he smells. so soft and whole and surrounding tyler, pulling at his boxers and then scrambling around to presumably get rid of his own.
tyler keeps a hand on josh’s large bicep, just resting, so he doesn’t lose track of where they are.
when josh goes to blanket himself over him again, however, tyler pushes. “i wanna be on top again.”
there’s a gentle breeze that tyler knows means josh is nodding, so tyler leans up, follows the movement of josh’s body down onto the mattress and then swings a leg over his waist.
he loses his balance, as he so often does with no point of reference as to where he should put…well, anything. his leg goes flying off the edge of the bed, but josh is there to pull him back, letting him just rest on his chest for a moment.
his hands are in tyler’s hair, and tyler sniffs at his collar. “why’d you put that on?”
josh shrugs. “i really smell better with it.”
to people who aren’t blind, tyler thinks.
“i doubt that. cologne is gross. and it throws me off.”
“when we’re done, i can take a shower. how about that?”
tyler slides down so that josh’s cock, already hard and wet at the tip, is resting against the small of his back. “please fuck me. i, um…i stretched myself earlier. i knew you’d be home and i’d want it so…please?”
it’s kind of embarrassing the way tyler gets hard so easily for josh. it’s even more embarrassing the way he’s humping him now, without even realizing, driving his cock down against the ridges of josh’s stomach.
josh picks him up, saying nothing, and then drops him down onto his cock. tyler opens easily around him, keening and arching his back.
josh feels so solid inside him, that smoky smell invading his senses and making him twitch. his balls draw up and he shakes, bending down to swipe his lips at josh’s jaw.
he finds his chin instead, planting a gentle kiss there before mumbling, “joshie. fuck me. c’mon, please.”
so josh wraps strong arms around his waist and goes to town.