forum The Onyx Reapers

Started March 24, 2018 by @Mark_Is_Male group

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Ace did as he was told and stopped poking him, allowing himself to go limp and plopping down onto Floyd's chest, face first. He lay there as he giggled, unable to stop.

Floyd grunted when Ace fell on top of him. He reached up, flicking his friend’s forehead. “You suck,” he grumbled as serious as he could, but he couldn’t help but smile.

Ace looked up, resting his chin on his friends chest, smiling up at him.

"Oh shut up, you know you love me." He said, smirking a bit.

Floyd hissed as he rubbed his jaw in fake thought. “Oo, I don’t know about that one, bud. I’ll give that a maybe,” he contemplated, dropping his arms back to his sides

Whining Ace rolled over so he was laying next to Floyd, staring up at the ceiling.

“Ah, come on, don’t be like that,” Floyd said, intentionally moving his hand so it covered Ace’s eyes, just to try an annoy him.

Ace grabbed Floyd's hand with both of his own, attempting to take it off of his face.

"Floyd! Take your hand off of my face!" He yelled, sticking his tongue out and attempting to lick his friends hand.

Floyd was laughing, then gasped when he felt his friends tongue slightly touch the side of his hand. He jerked his hand away, making a noise close to a quieter screech. “Ace, what the fuck?! Did you seriously just lick me?!”

"I had no choice! It was self defense!" He yelled, wiping his hands on his tongue, "How long ago did you clean your hands?! My god for all I know you could use that hand for-" He cut himself off as he continued to make disgusted faces.

“What?! No!” Floyd exclaimed in mock shock, eyes wide as he copied Ace’s expressions.

“You’re thinking of the wrong hand,” he added in a joking tone, laughing at his own joke.

Ace moved away from Floyd, acting as if he was uncomfortable.

Floyd’s laughter eventually calmed, and he grinned, looking over at his friend. “God, I love screwing with you,” he declared.

Ace wiggled his eyebrows, giggling a bit.

"So…"

Floyd adjusted so he was laying normally on his bed, swinging his legs up to rest on Ace’s chest with a mindless sigh. “This place is kind of boring.”

Ace squealed when he felt Floyd's legs on his chest.

"I don't know, i'm having fun."

“Only because you were on top of me, freak,” Floyd joked, shoulders bouncing slightly as he chuckled at his own joke.

“Maybe I should take a turn,” he wondered aloud, his grin turning sly.

Ace's eyes widened, his face turning bright red at the thought.

Floyd sat straight up when he saw the redness in Ace’s face. “What? It’s only fair if I get a turn too, boy,” he said in a confident tone, shifting his legs off of the blonde.

"Yeah, haha." He said, hoping he was joking.

"Hey! I'm a MAN!" He insisted, a pout on his face.

“You sure don’t act like one!” Floyd said, sitting now with his legs crossed as he contemplated to go through with what he said or not.

Ace smirked.

"Yeah? Well I don't see you sticking to your word." He said, smirking, "What happened? Not MAN ENOUGH?"

(The tension in all of this is wild)

That seemed to cause Floyd to jump into action immediately, now hovering over Ace with his knees on either side of his torso. He was leaning forward against his elbows, hands pinning his friend’s wrists to the sheets.

“You provoked this, boy!”

Ace smirked.

"I. Am. A. Man." He insisted, pushing his face closer to Floyd's.

"Good to see you man up, princess."

Floyd grinned deviously, mustering up as much confidence as he could manage.

“I’m practically a War General, do you really want to argue about who is more dominant man-wise? Come on, little king,” he said daringly.

"I can have you fired!" He yelled, laughing a bit, "I'm the KING, that means you can't do ANYTHING without my say so, with a snap of my fingers I can make you a lowly guard just as fast as I made you general."

(Oof, things are getting HOT)

“You wouldn’t dare,” Floyd said with a wide smirk, lowering himself down slightly so he was pressing a bit more of his weight on his friends abdomen/hip area.

"Don't tempt me." He said, although his smirk fell when he felt the pressure, although he caught himself before he whimpered.

“Mm, but I really want to,” Floyd responded, a slight purr in his tone as he grinned slyly at Ace’s expression.

“What is it, Acey? Did you not like that?”

Ace didn't respond, giving Floyd a little glare at the nickname. He smirked, choosing to go along with Floyd's 'little game'.

What will get him? he asked himself, although the moment an idea came to him he acted upon it.

(Things are gonna get STEAMY in a sec)

Ace wiggled a bit, letting out a moan as he attempted to pull his arms out of Floyd's grasp.

(oH)

Floyd’s confident expression faltered at the moan, his eyes widening a tad. Holy shit, what the hell do I do? he internally panicked. A little voice in the back of his mind told him to let Ace up, but he was too stubborn to do so.

He against pressed his friend’s wrists a tad harder, smirking fully now. “You want to do that again?”