Skye has essentially sulked his way through the past week or so -- although he'd never admit to it, Puck being away for most of the day, every damn day, is verging on unbearable. It's especially difficult given his history of receiving constant attention from his lovers whenever he felt inclined. Now, though? Not so easy.
He's absurdly grateful when his boyfriend announces he's coming home early, even if it is just because his sexual frustration has reached fever pitch. Grinning to himself when he hears the door slamming shut behind Puck, he discards his phone after he's done replying to a friend's text, and rolls over onto his back, stark naked.
"Bedroom! Obviously," he calls out, tone inviting.
Puck knew he had been busy and hadn't been home enough, but he also knew he needed to do all the things he was doing because of his band. They were getting to be a pretty big name and he had to keep trying to write and make new material, especially since finding out they'd be traveling to Europe soon.
Getting his last piece of clothing off, his socks, he hopped on one foot to get the last one off and chucked it across the living room before skidding, nude into their bedroom, smirking at the sight on the bed. "So damn gorgeous," he whispered and moved over onto the bed, crawling over to lay over his boyfriend and tilting his head to nip and kiss at a shoulder. "Fuck, I've missed you."
Puck's absence may be necessary for the sake of his career, but it's taking a toll on his relationship that Skye is beginning to resent; he's never been particularly fond of coming second-best, even when he wasn't restricting himself to one lover.
Though, it seems all is forgiven when his boyfriend enters the room, naked and gorgeous and with that hungry look in his eyes -- the one that makes Skye ache for him. He reaches to wrap slender arms around Puck's neck, arching up helplessly against the teeth nipping at his shoulder.
"Baby," he murmurs against Puck's ear, voice husky, "I missed you too. So fuckin' much."
Strong hands eagerly roamed along Skye's body as he rolled down against him, rubbing his length against Skye's just for some friction for the moment and moaning softly against his shoulder. "I swear, I'll fuckin' be home more. I can't be away this damn much. Not from you," he whispered as a hand stilled by his boyfriend's soft thigh and fingers briefly dug into the skin.
"I love you. I love you. I fuckin' love you," he murmured against Skye's skin before moving his lips to his neck where he bit the skin and sucked in an attempt to mark the other.
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He's absurdly grateful when his boyfriend announces he's coming home early, even if it is just because his sexual frustration has reached fever pitch. Grinning to himself when he hears the door slamming shut behind Puck, he discards his phone after he's done replying to a friend's text, and rolls over onto his back, stark naked.
"Bedroom! Obviously," he calls out, tone inviting.
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Getting his last piece of clothing off, his socks, he hopped on one foot to get the last one off and chucked it across the living room before skidding, nude into their bedroom, smirking at the sight on the bed. "So damn gorgeous," he whispered and moved over onto the bed, crawling over to lay over his boyfriend and tilting his head to nip and kiss at a shoulder. "Fuck, I've missed you."
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Though, it seems all is forgiven when his boyfriend enters the room, naked and gorgeous and with that hungry look in his eyes -- the one that makes Skye ache for him. He reaches to wrap slender arms around Puck's neck, arching up helplessly against the teeth nipping at his shoulder.
"Baby," he murmurs against Puck's ear, voice husky, "I missed you too. So fuckin' much."
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"I love you. I love you. I fuckin' love you," he murmured against Skye's skin before moving his lips to his neck where he bit the skin and sucked in an attempt to mark the other.
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