Guess who is completely out of steam?! (0/0 GAY and CLOSED)

"Maybe~" Payton grinned, turning his head and innocently looking away from Kyle. "Maybe not~" He added, running his fingers through Kyle's hair. "I guess you'll never know."

"So, difficult." he laughed and raised his knees which were under Payton. He reached up and pecked him on the lips. "Please, keep doing that it feels nice…"

Payton continued playing with his hair, kissing him back lovingly and resting his other hand on Kyle's thigh. "Everything I'm doing right now, are you okay with it?" He asked quietly between kisses.

"Didn't I say earlier 'if it's you I don't mind being a bottom'?" Kyle bit his lip and closed his eyes when Payton rested his hand on Kyle's thighs.

"Just making sure." He murmured, "Y'know..you would look really hot with makeup on." Payton tried, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek and lips.

"mmmm, still no." he hummed, kissing him back.

Payton huffed and kissed him harder, pushing him into the mattress. "Meanie." He muttered, "I'm just trying to help you."

"You're helping me with your kisses. Don't be mad princess." he murmured.

"Don't call me that.." Payton muttered, relaxing against him and moving his hand up to brush over Kyle's lips, admiring him.

"Would you be more comfortable with prince?" Kyle tilted his head and licked Payton's fingers while licking his lips.

"That's your name though. Only I get to call you prince." He murmured, kissing him gently and letting his eyes close.

"What should I call you King?" he suggested.

"I'm not completely opposed." Payton shrugged lightly, looking down at him with a satisfied grin after pulling away from the kiss and opening his eyes.

“You so want me to call you King,” he laughed. “Well then my King was shall be your first command for your prince?”

“Actually I take it back, king makes me sound like an old guy. Pick something else.” He giggled softly, burying his face in Kyle’s neck.

“Hmmm, what should I call you then young king?” He chuckled, holding his waist.

“I don’t know! Aren’t you supposed to be good at nicknames?” He blushed a little, holding Kyle’s hand.

“See, my nickname for you would be sexy. I don’t think you want that,” he chuckled.

Payton laughed and kissed his cheek. “I don’t know how to feel about that..” He replied quietly.

“Well, you are indeed very sexy, so I know exactly how to feel about that…” he hummed and kissed Payton softly, moving his hips in a more comfortable position.

“So are you though..” Payton said, trailing off as Kyle kissed him. He noticed him shifting and lifted himself up a bit. “Want me to move?” He asked, afraid he was too heavy.

“No, I want you to move closer though…” he whispered. “I might call you that. Don’t blame me if you get embarrassed.”

Payton giggled and laid back down, wiggling around a bit on top of Kyle to tease him. “Just not at school, okay?” He kissed him sweetly, tangling his hand in his hair.

“Okay, but stop moving so much. If feels good when you do that…” he closed his eyes. He felt at ease.

“When I do what?” He grinned, running his fingers through his hair.

“You know what I’m talking about. Don’t get cocky now,” Kyle warned.

Payton giggled and flattened all of Kyle's hair over his eyes. "Tell me..tell me! I can't read minds, Kyle." He said, dragging out the 'y' in his name.

“Running your fingers through my hair feels good. There I said it, happy?” He pouted.

Payton dissolved into giggles, burying his face in Kyle's neck and ruffling his hair up. "Yes, I'm happy! Especially with you. "

“Yeah, Yeah, I get it,” he sighed. “It takes time to make this work you know. Don’t mess it up too much.”