#hot and sweaty

[dandydrunky]

Sticky

Warnings; Barry being Barry, grinding, licking, swearing, attempted undressing, smoking, overstimulation (if you squint), heavy making out, Rafe being sour, established relationship, ass slapping (briefly)

A/n; TBH this is self indulgent, 🫣 There is a plot-ish

Word count; 2.5k

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You were napping, your head cradled in your sleepy state, nose tucked into the crease of your elbow, leg propped up at the perfect angle and your backside tooted up a little more than usual, resting in all its glory, the only surfaced thing on the sunken mattress.

Normally you would be sprawled out all over the sheets, arms thrown over your head or to the side, whatever felt right, and of course the blanket you so desperately clung to ended up wrung around your waist, thrown over your leg, the other limply hanging over the edge of the bed.

The sound of Barry's obnoxious laughter echoed down the hall, following him into his mess of a room, his flipflops knocking stray beer bottles over as he pushed forward, noticing you for the first time in ever that he's seen you on one side of the bed, comfortably laid out, well one and a half if he's being technical, but still.

It was a sight to see, your pajamas hanging around you, tight around your arms due to being curled somewhat to the side, your breasts mashed together with the help of your arm, which he just now noticed, your position.

Face down, ass up.

His favorite.

You didn't seem to budge, even with him being a bull in a china shop. Fortunately, over the last two years you've grown accustomed to that as he did with your sleeping style.

He leaned forward, his hand falling dangerously close to your thighs as he pushed down between the small triangle shape between your legs. His knee followed, his shorts scrunched up at the knee as he placed it a few inches behind his thumb, adding more pressure to the center of the mattress, the plush surface keeping you stable bending to him as if on command.

You stirred, your hips dipped from side to side, trying to regain comfort, but instead you were greeted by the warm grasp of his free hand, his thumb sliding over the bowl of your ass, cupping it gently, his other fingers drumming over it, pressing into it a little firmer than last time, but not hard enough to jolt you awake.

Once he was steady he leaned forward, blanketing himself over you, burying his nose against the side of your head, letting out a silent sigh against you, his lips pressing against where he rested.

You rolled around, still chasing the fleeting comfort of drowsy ness, your eyes flickered open at the feeling of his heavy presence, your hips playfully arching towards his resting grasp, causing him to give another squeeze in response.

"You gone get up yet?" He asked, watching you recoil the sheets as a solid response.

He gave a gentle pat against your skin, hearing you grumble, you could feel a grin spreading across his face, "words," he teased.

You weren't even fully awake, but you can tell he just wanted to play with you. A squeeze here, a smack there, like you intended.

Unfortunately he doesn't mix business with pleasure, so long as he has 'clients' over you weren't getting any play.

Your voice is hoarse and thick as you shift off one side, making a minor adjustment to face him, lips parting to ask, "you close up shop yet?"

"Nah-" "then no," you responded, burying your face back into your arm.

You awaited a response along the lines of 'almost done,' or 'they can't wait,' but dope isn't cheap and neither is Barry. Nothing. Nothing over the shuffling of feet, a solid smack, Rafe's fist meeting his palm as he stared at the scene before him.

Barry on top of you, your legs overlapping and more skin than necessary showing, mostly from Barry as he was covering you, and his hand placement, one one your ass which was housing a growing boner and the flushed look on Barry's face.

Barry wasn't shocked either, once he realized it was Rafe he leaned down on top of you, your head turning as he planted a kiss to your cheek, easing off of you.

He rolled his eyes, backing out, throwing his head back, feigning disgust as if he hadn't caught yall doing worse on multiple occasions.

Once he was up he spared you a second glance, his tongue flicking over his lower lip at the sight of you, disgruntled and bothered, followed by rustling sheets he then turned to Rafe, squinting his eyes at him.

He sucked in a harsh breath, urging the kid out of the room, following behind him, he lazily grabbed something off the shelf as he was passing through the hall, Rafe stepping onto the porch first turning to him, Barry leaned against the frame, muttering under his breath as he clutched the flask in his hand, letting it fall to his hand the other running over his eyes.

"Busy morning?" He asked, watching him take a whiff, nodding his head over the metal, pressing it to his lips. "You want business, you gotta make an appointment like everybody else," he interrupted, changing the topic.

While you were still in bed, groggy from your boyfriend feeling you up, you had managed a sitting position, shoulders slumped, and legs sway inches above the ground, your hand rubbed your eyes viciously, falling against your thigh with an audible slap.

Just as you stepped out of the room, decent to your standards you trudged through the hall into the foggy living room, magazines face down with coke residue next to them, you heard a grunt followed by a husky whistle.

You turned your head to see one of the newcomers coming out of the bathroom, in a plain white tee and his faded jeans flooding at his ankles. He sported a fresh cut, the gel hadn't even set yet as his hands slicked his hair further back, making his forehead bigger, eyes darkened and dilated as he approached, his eyebrows raising in expectation. You scoffed, giving him a dirty look.

He reciprocated, his tongue licking at his teeth as his heavy boots kicked open the seat to a foldable, his meaty hand scrunching up his pant leg as he took a seat, legs spread, one hand subtly patting his thigh, the other resting on the edge of the table, his fingers uncurling the cig from behind his ear.

It was only hot when Barry did it. The difference being he didn't have to try, this guy would call you over, but you would already be at Barry's side. When he would lean back against his seat, chin up, you'd sit on, sometimes straddling his lap. Your eyes would be on his or pressed against his shoulder with his arm slung over your shoulders or hanging off your hips. His lips, planting soft, wet kisses on you, especially that little spot just behind your ear, or the base of your shoulder. Bonus points for if he was busy, how all his features set in determination was a different kind of feeling.

You ate that shit up.

But not with this guy. He's no Barry.

Still you couldn't resist, calculated steps forward, you pulled up a chair, the floor creaking beneath you as you dragged it before him, turning it to face him, yet still you stand.

"See, now you're teasing," he muttered, the gears of his lighter flicking in his hand, the spark lapping at the swollen top, his chapped lips pressed to the end of it, taking a deep breath as his thumb pocketed the flame.

You didn't smile, instead you remained indifferent at this, your knuckles wrung against the head of the chair, the back of your hand providing cushion for your chest as you leaned against your knuckles, moving your breasts up and his eyes down.

Soon you spoke, maintaining eye contact, though your peripheral caught his hand squeezing the crotch of his pants. "Now, why," you paused leaning toward, pushing heavily against your hands, "would I do that?"

A chute of smoke hit your face as he sucked in a breath, his knee wobbled side to side and his other leg extended, "why? I'll tell you why?"

You tilted your head, wiggling your hand to free it up, resulting in the jiggle of your breasts, small, but noticeable. And you could see it now, his slick words rolling right off his tongue and into his pants. "I'm listening," you hummed, nodding to him.

His body shifted against the seat, seeing you lean further forward, your fingers drawing a slow line up the table, over to his side, you hand ever so smoothly grazed over his forearm, causing the twitch in his wrist to capture yours. "That's not nice," his voice deep and gravelly, the cigarette once again being brought to his lips.

Honestly, you weren't a fan of the aftershave, he looks ruggish, but he smells off brand, atleast for your liking, and how he wore his obviousness, like a badge of honor. Like his dated watch could compete with a gold chain.

Barry's gold chain.

Your fingers closed around the plastic wrapped box you had been reaching for, and you drew your arm away, now thumbing over the bold Marlboro print. "That's," you flipped the lid back, plucking one from the near empty casing, "not my problem," and you headed outside to the porch.

Barry leaned against his chair, one hand propped behind his head, the other resting in his lap as he watched Rafe do another line, flicking his nose with his thumb. He then looked at you, standing in the doorway watching.

You tilted your head at him, then leaning down to press the cigarette to Barry's lips, his eyebrows cinched together and his hand came to his lips, the index and middle holding it close to his mouth, "you up now?" He asked, his eyes flicking up to your face.

Another thing you loved about him, he was respectful. Even if it was unserious, his eyes would always be on yours, no matter if you were feet away or you inches. He did like to be all over you though, when you weren't talking.

" 'Course," you responded, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He shrugged, grabbing a lighter off the cluttered table, clearing the seat beside him for you to sit.

Rafe watched the interaction, scrunching his face up. You didn't usually sit around with Barry's clients, most despite an obvious addiction not knowing how to handle the chemicals they're inhaling, but Rafe was different.

Some rich local who had no business around here, but was way closer to Barry other than yourself, that's what made business fun, when he came around. Flashing his little tight shirts, pocketful of cash, and always got something to say. Makes you wonder why he spent most of his afternoons here anyways.

You sat down beside Barry, rather than kicking your feet up on the coffee table you swung your legs over his, resting your thighs right over his lap, earning another eye roll from Rafe.

You noticed, throwing your arm over the end of the couch, "problem, Rafe?" In which Barry looked up at you and him. "Keep all the PDA shit inside, I've seen enough already," he grumbled, running his hand over his face.

"Yeah? try knocking next time, country club," Barry muttered, reaching for a band. "You don't have a door," he sassed, watching Barry count the money.

True, but all of those unwanted encounters were avoidable. "Then stand your ass on the porch til I come out," you both know that wouldn't have happened if he didn't interrupt when he did.

Rafe rolled his eyes, again. He knew better than that, and he's lucky. Most would've gotten kicked out for interrupting, even charged extra if they were insistent on watching, not that it would happen, but money was good.

You, however, wanted to spite Rafe.

It wouldn't do much, but you drew your leg back, you knee solidly supporting one hand now, the other following suit, but you made sure to add pressure across Barry's growing erection. His hips wiggled against the seat, trying to ignore the sensation, but you repeated this motion a couple of times, hearing the flutter of the cash in his hand stop as he pulled the next bill, his eyes lazily scanning over it, but more focused on what you're doing to him.

And that little Cheshire grin wasn't helping.

Rafe watched, his head falling to his shoulder, an unimpressed expression on his face as he crossed his arms, watching you too.

And it escalated from there, your leg now hooking beneath his, you steadied yourself against his shoulders, pulling yourself into his lap fully. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling his muscled legs through his shorts, moving your hips forward and back again.

He began recounting, now holding the money behind your back as you slowly rocked your hips against his, your head now fell back, lips parting as you looked to Rafe, watching his nose upturn and lips curl into a pout. You let a noise that resembled a whimper and Rafe sprang up, keeping an eye on you two. It wasn't even genuine, it was just to piss him off, and it did as he hastily reached in his back pocket, fumbling with his wallet he pulled out a couple crumpled bills, throwing them into the table.

Barry still seemed in his own world, now bringing his arm around the side of your neck, he brought the money closer to count, Rafe drumming against his leg, waiting to be dismissed. You slipped the half smoked stick from his lips, ashing it out against the couch cushion, flicking the butt somewhere.

"Seriously, man, I don't know how you do this," he commented, watching Barry press a kiss against your temple. "Easy, it's my lady," and that response earned him a sloppy kiss on the lips, partly from him trying to regain focus and you snatching his attention back.

With a wave, Rafe was off to his bike, sparing you a glance before jamming his helmet on.

Your tongue had come out, since Barry was busy, you decided to kiss his cheeks, down, nibbling on his jaw, and especially trailing it back up with more kisses. While you still had an audience, you unwrapped your hands from around his back, bringing them to his face, his eyes following your movements as you squished his cheeks, tongue out, pressing against his warm skin, lapping at the curve of his face, to a patch way off to the side that had been reddened by the sun, sheen with sweat the tip of your tongue moved from his jaw to his temple, you lips closing to another peck.

You could hear Rafe speed off in the distance, turning your head to see him flipping you off as you did so, you chuckled, turning back to Barry.

His face may not have given anything away, but his hardness pressing against you definitely did. And soon after he rolled everything up, he tossed it into the seat cushion to reorganize for later instead his strong hands scooping you up, off his lap, his hand squeezed your ass as he carried you inside.

The guy from earlier watching in the corner, you had seen, pulling away briefly to stare, Barry too had noticed, nodding his head towards the door, indicating he should leave. Once he did, stumble out, beer in hand. Barry talked about charging him later, but for how he was focused on your hands slipping beneath his shirt, running over his chest, and fluttering down his back, the shirt riding up as you did so.

[beautifulwomen047]

Shannon Tweed

[leatherboy14]

Fuck me Daddy and spit in my mouth! 💦👅

[hairychestloversblog]

I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off this stud if he were on the beach at the same time as me 🥵🥵🥵

[brosniffer]

[389]

Yukihiro Takahashi - january 1984

[covered-up-bondage]

[hairychestloversblog]

You just can’t beat a sweaty hairy chest with slow motion bouncing pecs 🥵 I could watch all day 🤗

Credit: Instagram @ samspadeofficial 🤗

[logybearboy]

[beautifulwomen047]

Kitana Baker

[covered-up-bondage]

FUDOU58

To stare into my tormentor's eyes, struggling against the tight bonds as she toys with me, mocks my helplessness. She lets me watch as she strips naked, relieves herself, washes herself, powders herself before changing into a suit of fresh rubber, making sure I watch, squirming and whimpering with longing. She turns up the heater and humidifier yet another notch, throws me the armbinder and collar keys before shutting the door, leaving me to glare at the gleaming silvery keys which jump and jingle each time I thrash on the latex mattress, so close by and yet so utterly out of reach.

[hairychestloversblog]

When your sweaty fur accentuates each of your abs☺️☺️😉😉😙😙

[hot-and-shirtless]