sweet chocolate biscuits

can’t stand you (kinda sensual but they don’t fuckk)

[A/N: idk sorta kinky undertones but it's just spicy cuddling.]


it was a cold november night. the house smelled of coffee and pumpkin scented candles, and the only source of light was the television and the warm yellow glow of the sconce in the kitchen. wind shook the house and blew wet snow and rain against the windows.
but rich and taron seemed oblivious to the commotion outside as they sat together on the couch. the couple was all snuggled up in a large plush blanket. taron could feel the gentle rise and fall of richard's chest as he held him closer. it was so warm; so tender. he just couldn't put the way that rich made him feel into words. he was everything. from the moment they'd met, they'd just clicked. it just felt so good to love someone as much as he did and know he was loved back.
taron felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as his lover planted a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. he felt richard's arms tighten around him and pull him to a position where he was sitting on richard's left leg, facing him. he hummed in satisfaction.
he allowed himself to sit and admire that face. those gorgeous blue eyes, and chiseled jawline, and plump pink lips.
and it was all his. he felt like he was living in a fairytale. the world around them seemed to slow as strong hands gently caressed taron's back.
they pressed their foreheads together. taron could feel the warmth of richard's breath and it felt amazing. slowly, they brought their lips together for a kiss.
richard ran his fingers through taron's hair as they kissed passionately. over the low murmur of the television, he could hear his lover's short, shallow breaths and small hums of pleasure. with a quiet grunt, he shifted once again as to push taron up against the arm of the couch.
"richard—" the shorter man breathed as he felt heat rise from his chest to his cheeks. every breath he took smelled of richard's cologne. his stomach twisted into a knot of excitement.
time seemed to stop as taron felt rich's lips make contact with the skin of his neck, a rush washing over him that caused his toes to curl.
his fingertips dug into the soft cotton of his lover's black tee shirt. richard continued to decorate taron's skin with gentle nips, before trailing up to his mouth and planting a rough kiss right on his boyfriend's soft lips.
this time, the kiss was longer, even more intense than the last. all of the sudden, taron found himself aware of everything around them. the slight brandy taste of richard's saliva,  the feeling of stubble rubbing up against his own face, the heat suddenly surrounding him. he felt his boyfriend's cold hands slowly creep into his hoodie, strong fingers massaging his tender skin beneath the clothes. and god, the weight on top of him, slightly pressing him into against couch cushions. the feeling of blood rushing to his head as the kiss got more intense, and the hands on his back continued to rub. he was just so vulnerable, and he found the lack of control strangely comfortable.
finally rich pulled away and opened his eyes. before him sat his boyfriend, eyes glazed over, face flushed and sweaty. his hair was a tousled mess and he could hear him panting, as though he'd just run a marathon.
"ah... r-rich-" it took him a moment to form words. his body was still tingling with adrenaline.
"i can't stand you." he whispered in a husky, yet shaky voice.
"bloody hate ya too."