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It had started so innocently too. He’d get the occasional slap on the butt as he was passing by to get something, while deliberately crossing in front of the TV to block the game. Not that Teddy really minded, especially not when Billy chose his moments carefully. There’s nothing more annoying than missing a scene, a sequence, or getting your guts splattered because you couldn’t see a coming attack, so of course, he avoids those. Makes like a tiger and crawls on the ground, perky butt swaying as he knee walks between the table and Teddy’s feet, so as not to disturb his concentration. He gets a slap on his tush this way too. It’s never hard, and it’s never in anger. In fact, they both grin at each other after each occurrence.
Then it got a bit more involved. Maybe because he’d chosen a moment when the system was updating, and stood with his back to Teddy, trying to cover the whole screen, while shaking his ass back. One slap led to another, one on each cheek, then Teddy tugged the shorts down and got closer to actual skin.
Billy’s moan was so unexpected, so whiny, that both of them froze after the fact. Billy quickly tugged his shorts back up, and Teddy’s face, which had turned a surprising shade of pink was looking the other way.
And then, well, the cat was out of the bag, right? So what if he walked in wearing Teddy’s hoodie, socks and loose, but tiny shorts. And what if he chose the moment Billy was busy cleaving an enemy, to slide over his lap, so he was horizontally spread, phone in hand, elbows resting on the couch, and fingers merging crops on his little farm.
At first, Teddy’s hand just rested there. His other navigating the controller expertly while it perched on Billy’s back. Then the fingers drum over the tops of his cheeks, sweeping and repeating the process, like typing on a keyboard then erasing everything. He wriggled in place, trying to clue Teddy in, stopping only when the controller started slipping and Teddy squeezed the closest butt cheek. “Behave.”
He would, if Teddy’s fingers hadn’t taken to sliding the fabric of the shorts upwards, pressing into the crease between cheek and thigh, fingers nearly touching Billy’s delicate sack. This time he wriggles for a different reason, as he tries to make room for his growing cock. That’s also when he gets the first light tap, reminding him, “stay still or you’ll have to sit somewhere else until I’m done.”
But he can’t really stay still, that’s not why he got dressed up for this, not why he’s draped himself over Teddy’s lap for. “Make me.”
The slap that comes his way is jarring, catching the bottom of his cheeks, making him raise his ass, and reaching back with a whimper of surprise. It isn’t painful so much as the stung was unexpected with the thin fabric. The hand back was grabbed and redirected to Billy’s phone, before coming to rest at the small of his back. Another solid one hit right in the middle of both cheeks and Billy shouted a clear, “ow!”
Teddy laughed, massaging the bit of hurt, “should I stop then? Have you had enough?”
To which Billy said, “nah-uh, get back to it daddy.”
The word hung in the air for a few seconds before both of them burst out laughing, “brat.”
Teddy pulled his hand higher and smacked each cheek separately, going off of Billy’s reaction, until Billy’s moans were hoarse, until the skin peeking from the shorts was a darker flush, until Billy started to spread his legs to make space for his growing erection, while holding onto Teddy’s leg and panting, trying to rub his cock into the couch. Moving to the direction of the spanks, forward when the slap connects with his aching ass, and backwards when the hand is done spreading heat, and moves away.
The bit of slick in his shorts makes for a nice slide, and he’s shaking in place as the slaps get closer and closer to his hole, cupping his whole cheek when they land, that his frenzy increases and he pushes his hips deeper into the couch, while his ass warms and tingles more, making his leg spasm and his spine curve.
It takes such a short time, that Billy’s incredibly embarrassed at his own stamina when his shorts are so sticky and he can feel the rest of his come trickle down his shorts. That is, until he realises that Teddy’s cock, trapped under his chest as he moved, had also grown softer.
They both look towards the TV as the PlayStation blips and turns off, having gone into rest mode, due to inactivity.
“Shit, my save!”
Billy laughs, and gets another smack for his trouble.
***
The next time he deliberately passes by and blocks the screen, Teddy gives him a resounding smack on his bottom, and Billy squeals.
Tommy, on the other side of the couch, looks at them both with disgust, “you horny bastards.”
They decide not to tell him about the couch.