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"God, Ty, I'm yours," Josh gasps, as Tyler regards him with a piercing gaze, grazing his fingers over Josh’s abdomen.
He's still fully clothed while Josh has lost his pants and shirt that he hastily pulled on after the show, not even bothering to shower at the venue.
"Look at you, lying there all pretty and desperate."
"Tyler-"
"If you get impatient, we stop," Tyler snaps.
Josh just throws a hand over his eyes. His arousal is obvious in the bulge showing through his underwear.
He hasn't been this desperate in a while, but the ritual of Tyler slathering his hands in the thick, black paint mid-Message Man really set something off in him. He hasn't been able to look at Tyler during the song ever since he first realized just how badly he wanted Tyler and himself naked, dripping paint all over his body, on the edge of oblivion.
Tyler's been ignoring Josh squirming on the bed, trying not to go insane with anticipation, in favor of getting open a container of said paint.
"Just don't play the song, Ty, or I'll never be able to play it live again without coming," Josh jokes, leaning his head on the headboard behind him.
"I'm sure some part of you would be into that," Tyler remarks.
"There's a line between fantasy and reality, Ty. We're blurring it enough right now as it is."
Tyler raises an eyebrow. "But you want this, don't you?"
"I really, really, do," Josh nods.
Tyler finally cracks open the seal of the tin of paint, lips pulling up into a smile far too sweet for what they're about to do. They've stripped the comforter and sheets from the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet, trying to minimize the damage to the fabric as much as possible.
He puts the tin on the nightstand out of reach, choosing to crawl up the bed and straddle Josh's waist.
“Okay, repeat what we’re gonna do for me?” he asks.
Josh breathes. “You’re gonna get your paint, choke me until I can’t handle it anymore, mark me, and I can’t come until you say I can.”
“Alright. What’s your safety?”
“If I snap twice we stop immediately.”
“Perfect. And you want this?”
“Yes,” Josh groans. “Tyler, gosh, now you’re just teasing. Get on with it.”
As if to prove that, yes, he’s really just teasing, he grinds down against his crotch once, leaving Josh hanging, but not giving him the satisfaction of more.
Leaning down to his ear, Tyler whispers, "Be good, and I swear I'll make you see stars."
With that, he removes himself from Josh, sitting up to pull off his t-shirt and shorts. He leans over to the tin on the side table and dips in a few fingers to get a handful of paint. As he begins slathering it on his hands just like he does on stage, he looks right into Josh's eyes.
It should be comical, and if they're being honest, it kind of is, but it also feels like the hottest thing Josh has ever experienced.
He's breathing hard when Tyler straddles his waist again, hands blackened by the paint. A few stray drops make their way to Josh's chest, leaving dots on freckled skin.
Tyler leans forward, and traces Josh's collarbone with his hand. He leaves a smear of black.
Contrary to his piercing gaze, he presses a soft kiss to Josh's lips. He's been intense all evening, Tyler knows this. Every time they spice things up a bit, it blows their minds, but it does take a lot out of them. In a way, Tyler is looking forward to the emotional release that this dynamic gives them more than the physical satisfaction of seeing Josh blissed out below him, or getting off himself. They both get so much more out of this.
Tyler knows that his weight, settled on Josh's middle, grounds the other. He moves his hand up from Josh's collarbone, slowly but surely, fingertips sticky with paint tracing the skin towards his neck.
Waiting for Josh's approval, Tyler rests his left hand on Josh's throat, not yet applying pressure. Josh can feel the paint on himself, cold and almost a little too wet. He can’t help but inhale sharply when he imagines what he must look like right now, black streaks on his collarbone, and a handprint on his throat.
"You good?"
“Very.”
Josh closes his eyes when Tyler grips harder, not enough to cut off his air, but enough to be noticeable and enough to make Josh feel his heartbeat accelerate just slightly.
When he opens his eyes, breathing deeply, as long as he still can, he can see Tyler right above him. Ty’s supporting himself on his elbow, next to Josh’s head. Eyes interlocking, Tyler tightens his grip, finally making it harder for Josh to breathe.
As Tyler grinds his hips down against Josh’s, having settled on his knees and arms above him, Josh feels a shock of sharp arousal rush through him. Coupled with the difficulty of breathing, it’s hotter than anything he’s felt in weeks. Josh meets him to the best of his ability but ultimately, Tyler is very effectively pinning him to the mattress with just his hips and his hand.
When Tyler releases his hand after what must have been a second or two at most, but what felt like an eternity, Josh takes in a gasping breath that quickly turns into a groan when Tyler drags their crotches together once again.
“Tyler, can we, please-..” Josh begins, voice lost in his throat.
Tyler quirks an eyebrow. “Use your words, Josh.”
“Dude, you’re killing me,” Josh mumbles, “I want these off.” He motions for Tyler to get off slightly, and pulls at his underwear as soon as he can get a hand on it. He groans with relief at the lack of constriction around his dick.
“Guess you’re gonna have to get mine off as well, that paint is a pain to get out, I’m not touching anything else,” Tyler says.
Underwear gone, Josh lies back again, a hand reaching towards his dick almost automatically. He sighs frustratedly when Tyler catches it in his own to stop him from touching himself, covering it in paint as well.
As they resume their position, Tyler grins. “I think you’re gonna have to get off without your hands tonight, Josh. I don’t think that paint should touch any of our genitals, no matter how skin-friendly it is.”
Josh closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure. He likes a challenge, and Tyler knows that very well, maybe a little too well.
Tyler grips Josh’s shoulders, leaning down for a deep kiss. Not detaching himself from the other’s lips, he moves just slightly to the side, slotting a leg between Josh’s thighs. “Come on, I know you can work for it,” he says, encouraging Josh to grind his now unclothed dick against his thigh.
Josh plants a leg on the mattress, bending his knee so that he can actually move, rubbing against Tyler and letting out a string of quiet curses as the friction catches up with his brain.
“Can I choke you again?” Tyler asks, catching Josh’s eye.
“Please,” Josh groans.
As Tyler gets a hand on his throat again, applying pressure, Josh keeps using Tyler's thigh to rub off on. He’s gonna be sore tomorrow if he keeps tensing the muscles of his abdomen like this, that’s for sure.
Josh stills when Tyler harshly cuts off Josh’s air completely for a moment, staring into Tyler’s eyes like his life depends on it. The euphoric rush of oxygen when Tyler lets him go makes Josh feel a little light-headed.
“Alright?” Tyler asks, looking for Josh’s blessing.
He hasn’t quite come back down from the high, only nodding to give an answer. Instead of words Josh reaches for Tyler’s hand, moving it back to rest on his throat.
“Just keep it here,” he gets out, little above a whisper.
“Am I not the one in charge here,” Tyler jokes, but complies immediately.
Josh closes his eyes, as he feels Tyler’s hand on his throat, and as he gets into a rhythm of grinding up against Tyler again.
He’s so hard that it wouldn’t surprise him if he came right then and there. As though the thought breaks a dam, he can feel it building slowly in his body, a wave of pleasure rolling through him.
“Ty, I’m gonna come soon,” he warns, remembering the earlier promise of asking for approval.
Tyler presses a quick kiss to Josh’s lips. “Have you earned it?” he asks, knowing full well that Josh has.
“Ty, let me come, please,” Josh gasps, tensing his muscles to stop the waves from rolling over him immediately, effectively putting his impending orgasm on halt.
Tyler starts grinding down again, doubling Josh’s earlier efforts of getting himself off on Tyler’s thighs. “Yeah, you can come for me, Josh,” he affirms, burying the hand that’s not occupied with Josh’s neck in his hair.
As Josh meets Tyler again and again, those earlier waves start to crash over him, and he feels his thighs beginning to shake, tensing all over.
Letting out a drawn out groan, Josh loses himself to the feeling of coming, painting his stomach with cum, and thrusting his hips into Tyler’s. He draws out the last drops, rubbing against Tyler’s thigh, and gasping into Tyler’s mouth, which has found his own.
“Josh, you’re so good,” Tyler states, when they separate.
Josh only smiles, still far from words, but he loops a hand around Tyler’s back, pulling him down so they’re skin on skin.
He can’t wait to look at himself in the mirror, seeing Tyler’s marks all over his upper body, feeling owned, safe and claimed. For now, he’s good being drowned in the feeling of Tyler’s weight above him, Tyler’s hard-on against his leg a reminder of his own arousal.
He needs a little moment to regain his ability to think. When he has, they’ll probably have a shower and take care of Tyler, if the past few times he’s rendered Josh this speechless are anything to go off of.
Josh grips Tyler’s back harder, feeling Tyler affectionately squeeze his shoulder in return.
“I get the feeling you enjoyed that,” Tyler mumbles into Josh’s hair.
Josh just smiles in answer, eyes closed and lost in feeling.