You call me up at six, come 'round, undressing in my house again
Your t-shirt's on the floor
Yeah, we're undressing in my house again
You know just what I like
Tim watched with hungry eyes as the brunet approached him, slowly pulling his t-shirt up a little more with every step, revealing the smooth, tan skin underneath. Even from this distance, he swore he could feel the heat radiating from Antonio, and he couldn't help biting his lip in anticipation. No matter how many times they did this kind of thing, Tim always got excited every single time. Antonio knew exactly what he liked, and he took full advantage of it.
The blond reached out when Antonio stepped up to him and grabbed his hips. Moving his hands up, he helped the brunet rid his body of the shirt and tossed it off to the side. He raked his gaze up and down his lean, sun-kissed body for a few long seconds before leaning in to leave a few of his own kisses on the Spaniard's chest.
"Come on, Tim," Antonio breathed out softly, his fingers finding their way to the blond's hair, and Tim looked up at him through his eyelashes.
"Get on the bed."
Used to come around, you'd be knocking on my front door
Playing board games, horror films with the stupid gore
Thought that you were cute from the start
Yeah, I'm pretty sure
Tim stared down at the Spaniard squirming and moaning under him as he continued to move his hips, his breath coming out in harsh pants. He couldn't even remember when they first started doing things like this. At first, Tim could hardly stand this idiot, but no matter what he said, Antonio just wouldn't go away. It seemed like every night, he'd show up to play a board games or watch the newest horror flick, and it eventually just turned into this. Oh, well, it wasn't like Tim particularly hated to do this kind of thing. It was cheaper than the red light district, after all.
He groaned quietly as he pushed deep into Antonio in a single, hard thrust, drawing loud moans from the brunet's mouth. His already pounding heart only seemed to beat harder when he heard Antonio crying out his name with each thrust, and, staring down at his flushed face, teary eyes, and messy hair...he couldn't help thinking about how cute Antonio was.
You were like the medicine, the medicine I wanted more
All along I wanted someone to ride with
Found the guy I want the rest of my life with
We on some husband and wife shit
Tim found himself staring at Antonio again, his arms holding the sleeping man close, almost protectively, up against his chest. The warmth comforted him and felt totally different than the warmth that he would usually get from the girls in the red light district. In fact, he almost felt happy, knowing that he was the one with Antonio in his arms like this, that he was the one who got to see his blushing face and hear his moans, that he was the one Antonio clung so strongly to. Even if he could be an annoying asshole at time, it was clear.
Antonio loved him.
I don't really care cause I know that I like it