Praise Me [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 3

[Morgan’s POV]

I'm gonna," my back arched with a sharp gasp, "kill you."

Caesar smirked, leisurely thrusting into me, and squeezed my hip. "I'm only surprised you didn't actually kiss him."

"Shut up." It was meant to come off threatening, but he chose that moment to start f*****g me harder, making it come out as a whine.

It was really my own fault to think he wouldn't tease me about it. Because why would my boyfriend comfort me when I was upset, it was a stupid thought really.

After Harrison had left to his room, I internally groaned at my own stupidity. Attempting to blame the alcohol didn't even help. After explaining what happened to Caesar, he only teased me the whole way back to our shared apartment.

It led to angry s*x on my part while he seemed to be having the time of his life.

He leaned down to kiss me and I bit his lip, to which he laughed softly at. "You're pissing me off." Still, I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, making his c**k drive even deeper into me.

He took my c**k in his hand and started to stroke me to the same pace as his strokes. "He didn't look that upset, babe."

"You should've seen his face," my thighs tensed as I let out a groan, "he seemed so disappointed. He's probably confused too." I moaned in mix of pleasure and my own dismay.

He hummed and leaned down, one hand next to my head, fisting the sheets while his other one squeezed my c**k. I took advantage off the new position and pulled him down by his hair to connect our lips. Letting out a soft groan, his lips parted for our tongues to explore each other's mouths.

When there was eventually a need for air, we pulled apart breathlessly, lips slick with spit and swollen.

Caesar dropped his head in my neck and pressed a kiss to my neck. "You're thinking 'bout it too much, baby. He probably took it for a joke."

"Yeah?" He hummed and started to drill his hips into my prostate. "Fuck."

"Does that feel good?"

Pulling on his hair, my head fell back against the pillow as I replied breathlessly, "You know it does." My eyes fell shut as he continued to mark my neck. "M'close."

He pulled back slightly and cupped my cheek, turning my head to him. When my eyes opened, I almost startled with how close we were.

I pushed him away with a groan. "f**k you and your eye contact." He always did this, making me look at him whenever I was close to cumming. It was embarrassing the way he watched me so intensely, soaking in every reaction I had to his c**k as I fell apart.

Caesar and I have been f*****g for a while, well before we even started dating, but we still clashed a lot. We both had dom tendencies, and while I had no problem bottoming, we couldn't always satisfy each other's desires.

We tended to fight for dominance during s*x a lot, ending with rough s*x when neither of us would submit. It wasn't bad by any means, incredible even, but it was like leaving an itch untouched at times.

We would compromise on some things while other things were left a hard limit. Like when he wanted to do some rougher bondage, I easily let him tie me up, but was ready to bite his d**k off when he started to degrade me.

Or when I wanted to do orgasm denial, he let me blindfold and tie his arms back, but was threatening to never f**k me again if I ever told him to beg like a good boy again.

You win some, you lose some.

It didn't affect our relationship negatively.

"You're so cute when you're about to c*m though." He insisted, smirk playing at his lips.

"f**k you, I'm always cute." I dragged him down by his hair and pressed our foreheads together, feeling my orgasm quickly approaching. "Make me c*m?"

I gave him the eye contact he wanted and he gave me a spine shuddering orgasm that had my toes curling with it's intensity. "Ahh, f**k babe." He stroked my c**k until I pushed him away from the sensitivity, c*m coating his fist.

I clenched around his c**k, making him hiss, and planted my hands on his chest. "Move, I'll ride you."

"You sure?" He asked after switching positioning, hands kneading my thighs.

"Mhm, I'm fine."

I quickly found out I overestimated myself, having a hard time lifting myself up and down his c**k, just after an orgasm. He didn't tease me, just grabbed my hips and f****d up into me.

He let one of his arms wrap around my waist when my head dropped to his neck. My c**k caught between our stomachs, making me groan with every thrust, before he moved us to a position that didn't stimulate me as much.

Kissing him gratefully, he groaned into my mouth and grabbed my hips harder. I could tell he was close to cumming so I pushed back against him, moaning against his ear just because I knew he liked it.

He came into the condom only a minute later, my name falling from his lips, as I sucked a hickey into his neck.

After his orgasm, he ran his hand up and down my back soothingly, scratching occasionally when I shivered. Eventually, I pulled away so he could tie the condom and trash it.

I didn't bother running my hand through my hair, knowing it would get tangled from how much its been messed up, and pushed it away from my face instead.

"Shower?" I groaned at the simple thought of moving and tried giving him my cutest look, which wasn't that hard, come on and he rolled his eyes. I grinned when he laid back down, boxers now in place, and leaned over to peck his lips.

Caesar was a rightful germaphobe, through and through. It was a shock when I first roomed with him in college, now with our own apartment, it was normal.

He grabbed my ass when I got out of bed to get my own pair of boxers, making me slap his hand.

Somewhat clothed and wiped down, I got back in bed and he pulled me to him, a brush ready in his hand. "f**k, not so hard." I whined when he got the bristles stuck in my hair and pulled harshly.

"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly, turning softer with his brushes.

I leaned against his chest, reminding myself of Harrison, having just been in this position a few hours ago. Ugh, he was so cute.

"Do you ever wanna just squish something and protect it from everything in the world?"

"Are you talking about Harrison?"

I hummed and turned my head when instructed. "He's so cute. I just wanna sit him on my c**k forever like a little trophy."

Caesar laughed softly and tossed the brush aside when he was done. I patted his thigh in thanks, before he rolled us over and wrapped an arm around my waist. "He'd probably do it too."

I sighed fondly. "He's such a good boy."

This wouldn't be the first, nor last, time we've talked about Harrison. He often came up in our conversations, starting over a year ago. It started out pretty sweet, talking about how cute Declan's little brother was, or how cute it was when he acted shy around us whenever he tagged along with Declan.

It turned a little playful a few months in, having caught on pretty fast to the stares he would sneak when he thought nobody was looking, and the way he flushed when we'd talk to him.

His little crush on us was so painfully obvious, it was kind of endearing. Especially now, with Caesar and I as a couple, he would unintentionally pout and look away when we did anything together. He'd get a little pouty and Caesar and I would immediately make him the center of attention.

He thrived off it so nicely, how could we not?

God, we'd spoil him.

"You two were so cozy earlier~"

"Jealous?"

"Of course." He teased. "How did you even manage to get him like that?"

"Beer mostly," I admitted with a soft laugh, "he was so stiff at first. He kept looking at you too, like he was afraid you'd come over and tell him to get off."

"Mm, his tail was wagging the whole time so he must've felt comfortable."

I patted my thighs with a firm nod. "Damn right he was."

He rolled his eyes but a smile played at his lips. "Yes, yes. You have very nice thighs."

"I don't hear it enough, y'know? I work hard for these." A sudden image popped into my head. "Ah, do you think he'd ride my thigh? That'd be so cute." I cooed at the mental image.

"He's such a people pleaser, he'd do anything if you asked nicely."

I sighed again, nothing but fond, he really would.

"We should talk to him soon."

Caesar agreed, a low hum sounding from his throat. "Yeah, I've been wanting to but I don't know what we should say."

"Don't think about it too much," I waved off casually, "we should just tell him we like him back."

"That easy?"

"Yeah? It's not that complicated. He likes us and we like him." He looked to be lost in thought, thinking about it too hard. "You think he'll say no?"

"No," he denied, "I just don't think he'll take us serious at first, since we're already dating."

"Oh, yeah." My lips dipped into a frown. Harrison seemed like the type to 'not want to get in the way'. "It'll happen eventually, don't worry about it too much." I finally waved off.

I just hoped it would happen soon.