@tigerincahoots asked → [ 33 ] for hunter & erik
Hunter couldn’t lie - he struggled when it came to keeping his hands to himself. He was too in love with Erik, too obsessed, too lustful to ignore his urges. He’s never felt like this before, never had a relationship where he was thinking about his partner nearly every hour of every day. Maybe it was a honeymoon phase - but phase eluded to it ending, and he never saw that happening. If it would, wouldn’t it have ended by now? A phase was just that, a phase. Didn’t it end within a few months? Hunter felt as crazy about Erik now as he did on day one, and the thought of not having the ability to call the younger male his - well, that wasn’t something he was worried about. At least he hoped it wouldn’t be.
Phase or not, he would be hard pressed to say this wasn’t the best point of his life thus far, and he could only hope to have Erik in his life for ever. To be able to talk to him day in and day out, to touch and love him every second of the day? It was nearly too good to be true - but it was real, it was happening. Hunter could grab Erik up whenever he wanted (okay, for the most part). Like now, for instance. How easy it had been to wander the house and find his lover, to pull him in for a kiss and to enjoy every second of it. But rarely did it just stay a simple kiss - not when in the privacy of closed doors and pulled curtains. As much as he liked to think he could just kiss Erik, those slow and ghosting touches often turned to needy and heated ones. From dragging his hands along the lengths of Erik’s sides to tugging at clothes, and ultimately urging their way to the closest surface. Why settle for the couch when a bed was a mere fifty feet away? Well, Hunter could get impatient.
The thought of having Erik naked and moaning was always enough for Hunter to stop thinking rationally. Making his lover feel good was always in his top five list of favorite pass times, and lord knows he didn’t need a bed to enjoy it. The arm of the couch would suffice, plus let’s be real - it gave him the best view. He could so easily spread Erik’s legs and see every reaction he pulled out of the younger male as he dragged his tongue along his inner thighs, as he bit and nibbled at his hip and kissed along Erik’s abdomen. Hunter could look up and watch as he did all the little things that would drive his boyfriend to the brink, and then he could pull back and make him wait.
It was a fun little game, and he played it often.
“You’re leaking already..” Hunter taunted from his spot crouched between Erik’s legs, humming as he sucked a mark into the skin of his boyfriends thigh, and then dove right back in. He could do this for hours, and lord knows if he wasn’t stopped he would. Which is why he happened to order a pizza about eight minutes ago and knew within the next half hour the doorbell would ring - if only to make Erik wait when he’d want to tip over that edge the most. Sadistic? Maybe just a little, but sue him.
Hunter used both hands to push Erik’s legs further apart, and was one hundred percent counting on his boyfriends balance to keep him from tipping backwards. He dragged the flat of his tongue over his hole, up and up until he was able to teasingly suck one of his balls into his mouth. The other quickly followed, and then he was slowly making his way back down. Hunter hummed contently to himself as he pushed his tongue as deep inside his lover as he could, eyes once again flicking up as his jaw worked and he set down the path of, well, pleasure. As much as he liked to tease, he truly loved making Erik arch and moan from all the things he did to him.
