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They didn't like each other, not at all. They hated each other's guts.
Every time they had to interact with each other, it would end in a fight. And they had to interact with each other multiple times a fucking week.
Aonung looked at Neteyam. A glint of annoyance painting his face.
He helped his dad get the grill on and the meat on it, putting some vegetarian variations on it for Kiri.
Every Sunday, every week, the Sullys, and Aonung's family met up at one of each other's houses and grilled. Aonung didn't hate it, he liked grilling and messing around with Tuk, making her laugh and making jokes just the two of them understood.
What he wasn't thrilled about, was seeing Neteyam.
Neteyam almost always ruined his mood. But just almost.
Aonung's hand got lost in the loose braids of the other boy, pulling on it as he forced him to take it deeper.
"Come on, last time you took the whole thing," Aonung grunted, slightly throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
He looked down at the other boy that was coughing, trying to catch his breath.
"Well, last time you didn't force your stupid dick down my throat!" Neteyam hissed.
Aonung rolled his eyes and his hand slipped from Neteyam's braids to his chin, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look up to him.
"We both know you like it when I fuck your face like that, don't we?" It silenced Neteyam on the spot, slapping Aonung's hand away after a few seconds of glaring at him.
"Dickhead."
"That you fuck every week."
"Shut up."
"Just hurry up, Tuk's probably searching for me already."
❊
Neteyam sat down on one of the garden stools. He didn't want to be here. Why did his brother have to date Tsireya? Tsireya is nice, Neteyam knows. She stayed over at their house sometime and she's really kind. But who isn't — wasn't very kind to Neteyam, was her brother, Aonung.
He hates his guts. Can't stand him. Too fuckboy-ish for his own taste.
It was now the 4th time that the Sullys came over to grill, and Neteyam was at his limit.
Aonung made him go crazy in a negative way. His stupid, arrogant smile and his ugly, ocean-blue eyes. But what made him go even crazier, was that he rarely had a shirt on.
Ronal would call for her son hundreds of times before he'd actually come downstairs, only wearing shorts.
And this week, it was all the same. It was the same all over again.
"Aonung! Come downstairs! Lo'ak and his family are here!" She shouts up the stairs. Her voice firm and stern.
After a few minutes and a few more shouts, you could hear the stairs creak loudly and then the fridge opening and closing again.
After, you hear a loud screech, Tuk happily screaming his name.
"Aonung! Aonung!" She screams, running up to him. She jumps up and down, asking him where he was and what took him so long to come downstairs into the garden.
Neteyam looked down at his phone, not even wanting to meet eyes with Aonung.
He tried to ignore the other boy, having conversations with his mother, Ronal or Tonowari.
But when they reached the point where they had to sit beside each other and eat, it stressed Neteyam out.
"Dude, pass me the ketchup," “Dude, pass me the water," "Yo, get me that."
Always demanding, but never asking.
❊
"'Teyam do it. For fuck's sake move." Aonung whined, gripping Neteyam's hips tightly, leaning into him, but Neteyam leaned away.
"Ask me to." Neteyam breathed, tilting his head.
"Let's just hurry up!"
"Ask me to move, come on." The boy on top demanded, grinding his hips back and forth lazily. Aonung silently whined at his demand, resting his head on Neteyam’s shoulder.
"For fucks sake." He groaned under his breath, his hands slithering up and down Neteyam's waist. "Fuck, 'Teyam, please. Just, — please."
"See," Neteyam cupped Aonung's chin, pulling his head away from his shoulder and making him look up at him. "Wasn't that hard, was it?"
Aonung frowned at him, his muscles tensing under Neteyam’s subtle touch.
Neteyam's thighs pressed against Aonung's, his hands trying to get some hold on the broad shoulders of the boy in front of him as he tried to lift himself and skid back down onto Aonung's lap.
❊
They were both standing beside each other, Aonung cleaning the plates and Neteyam putting them into the dishwasher.
"Are you actually an idiot? Or are you just blind?" Neteyam groaned, holding up a plate that was completely dirty and covered with tons of sauces and food rests.
"What?"
"Did you ever learn how to wash dishes? Or is the only thing you can do being annoying?"
"For fu-"
"Language," Neteyam warned, looking down at Tuk that was waiting for Aonung to finish so they could play together.
Aonung groaned and snatched the plate out of Neteyam's hands.
So rough.
❊
Another week passed by. But this time, Aonung didn't come downstairs, and Ronal didn't call for him. It was weird, but no one said anything as they chatted and talked about their week.
A loud thud could be heard from the front door not long after, someone just came home.
"Is that Aonung?" Tuk asked excitedly, but Ronal stayed silent.
Neteyam kept his eyes on the figure that kicked off their shoes and went upstairs without saying a word. It definitely was Aonung. Neteyam could recognise him by his long braids being in a messy bun, a few braids hanging out and clutching to his face.
He caught himself worrying a little over someone like Aonung. Irritated he shook his head and frowned.
A few hours went by as the sun began to set and Tonowari put on the grill with Jake.
Aonung didn't come downstairs once. And after his arrival, Tonowari nor Ronal said anything about him. Usually, Ronal would brag about how proud she was that his son won another tournament of his. They didn't even answer Tuk asking if Aonung would join them or if they could call him downstairs.
Whenever Aonung was mentioned, they'd tense up.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Neteyam asked, looking at Ronal for approval.
"Of course, it's right upstairs." She smiled lightly at him before turning her head back to Neytiri, listening to whatever she was saying.
He nodded and went upstairs. Every door was the same colour. And closed.
Neteyam thought about it again. They'd go home in about 3-4 hours. Could he hold it for another few hours? Definitely not. He drank too much water.
He sighed and looked around. Ronal said it was right upstairs. So it must be the first door, right? Or the second? Maybe the third?
He groaned and opened the second door, stumbling into a bedroom rather than a bathroom.
He looked around, it was a big bedroom with a queen size bed, and many trophies, pictures, and clothes scattered all over the floor.
It must be Aonung's or Tsireya's bedroom.
He slowly backed up. As he was about to leave, he bumped into someone, their chest hard against his back.
Neteyam turned around, looking at Aonung.
"The hell are you doing here?" Aonung hissed.
"I was just looking for the bathroom—"
"Well, it's not here is it?"
"Calm down! I was just leaving. No need to get angry."
Aonung scoffed, making Neteyam frown.
"Yeah, you better leave."
Neteyam’s frown deepened. What the hell did he say? Was he trying to threaten him?
"Or what?" Neteyam asked, his voice sharp.
Aonung stood there, eyes narrowed, jaw, and fists clenched. He scoffed again before grabbing Neteyam by his collar. Neteyam didn't react, looking into his eyes firmly.
"Or what?" He repeated, his voice low, dangerous.
Aonung didn't say anything. They stared into each other's eyes, faces so close to the other, Neteyam could've sworn he felt Aonung's body heat, his warm breath sticking to his face. He let go of Neteyam again, pushing him away.
"Get the fuck out."
Neteyam furrowed his brows, sighing.
"At least come downstairs to eat dinner, Tuk has been asking for you all day already."
"Fuck off."
"Learn to say something else than 'fuck', you prick." Neteyam snapped, leaving Aonung's room.
Neteyam and Lo'ak climbed out of the pool, shaking their heads like poodles to make the girls in front of them wet.
"What the hell?" Kiri and Tsireya screamed, and Tuk screaming for her father.
"Lo'ak!" Neytiri hissed, Lo'ak irritated looking at his mother.
"Neteyam did it as well!" He whined, his arms lifting mid-air in disbelief.
"It was his idea." Neteyam grinned, pointing at his younger brother.
"No, it wasn't!"
"It was."
Lo'ak looked at him in disbelief and then at his mother.
"Mom!" He whined again.
"What?" Neytiri sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Won't you say something?"
"Won't you say something?" Neteyam mocked, laughing as Lo'ak pushed him and then ran after him.
Aonung watched them from his window, watched Neteyam. Eywa, he just wanted Neteyam near him — under him.
Lo'ak tackled Neteyam, both laughing — Neteyam laughing. Aonung gulped. He didn’t know when he started adoring that laugh. Adoring it and hating it at the same time. But was it hate? Or was it jealousy? Jealous, that he was laughing with someone else and not with him?
Aonung locked eyes with his mother, she looked up to him, her face saying more than a thousand words.
'Come down here before I'll send your father to get you.' He could read it off of his mother's eyes, and he hated it.
❊
One hand pressed against his mouth, the other lost in Aonung's now loose bun. One leg curled around his hip, the other fighting not to fold.
"Baby, come on. Try to work with me, alright?" Aonung grunted, his grip tightening around Neteyam's body.
Neteyam could feel Aonung's breath against his neck, could feel him holding back to kiss his neck — bite it. He wanted to, he really did. But he didn't. He knew where to leave marks and where not to.
Aonung's hips stuttered, "fuck, 'Teyam, you're making me go crazy." Aonung kissed Neteyam's jaw, one hand gripping the flesh of his hip tighter.
They knew it was a bad idea to have sex beside the door the moment a hard knock came from the other side of the door.
"Aonung? Didn't I tell you to come downstairs half an hour ago?" The sound of Ronal's stern voice could be heard before another knock chimed loudly.
The two boys stopped in their tracks, looking at each other with fear in their eyes.
They separated from each other as fast as they could, both of them pulling their pants up again.
"Aonung!"
Neteyam pressed himself against the white wall as Aonung opened the door enough for his mother to see him.
"What?" He asked, trying to overplay the breathiness in his voice with annoyance. He probably was annoyed, getting interrupted before finishing.
Neteyam gulped, hoping his mother won't suspect anything.
Aonung leaned against the door frame, the hand that wasn't blocking his mother's view creeping up Neteyam's waist up to his neck as he listened to his mother scold him.
Neteyam held his breath, holding Aonung's wrist to stop whatever he was about to do.
He watched the corners of his lips lightly curl up when his mother looked away.
"Do you understand, Aonung?" She asked, his little smile dropping again as he nodded.
Neteyam let go of his wrist again, Aonung’s hand made his way up to rest on Neteyam's jaw area.
"Alright. Do you know where Neteyam is? Neytiri's asking." His mother asked again, Aonung's lips flicking back to a smile.
"Oh? Neteyam's not in the garden?" His hand traced back down to Neteyam's crotch, cupping it.
"No, he is not. Do you know where he is?"
Aonung shook his head, making a disagreeing sound as he put pressure on Neteyam's crotch, making him gasp silently for air before pressing his hand onto his mouth. "Nope, haven't seen him upstairs, that's for sure."
"Alright, tell him Neytiri's looking for him if you happen to see him. And come downstairs!"
"Alright." Aonung closed the door while he watched his mother go back downstairs, turning to Neteyam.
"Your mother's searching for you—"
"Shut the fuck up," Neteyam answered, smashing his lips back onto Aonung's.
❊
Aonung slowly made his way downstairs, ignoring his father and sister who were staring daggers into him. They were overreacting, really.
Aonung sat down on one of the garden stools, looking at Neteyam and Lo'ak in the pool with Tsireya and Kiri.
Should he join them?
"Where were you?" Tonowari asked, looking directly at his son.
"In my room," Aonung answered, his eyes not leaving Neteyam's figure.
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone." Aonung groaned, his eyes slowly closing.
"And you didn't do something?"
"No, I didn't do anything."
"Then why are you not looking at me when I am talking to you?" Tonowari snapped.
"Because I know you won't believe me either way." Aonung opened his eyes, now looking directly into his father's eyes.
"How should I if you broke our trust?"
"I just skipped a swimming lesson for fuck's sake!"
"Language!" Ronal hissed, Neytiri and Jake watching silently.
"All of you are overreacting! It's just a swimming lesson!"
"You skipped to—" Tonowari looked at the Sullys and then back to his son, his eyes narrowing.
"You know why you skipped."
"Yeah, to go out with a girl!" Aonung tried to defend himself, getting up to his feet again.
"That is not what your friends told us—"
"So you believe my friends more than me? For fucks sake Dad, what the hell?" Another hiss from Ronal, but Aonung didn't care.
"Why did I even come down here if the only thing you do is accuse me of something I didn't fucking do!" His voice got louder now, the others walking back to the table in interest.
"Aonung!" Ronal jeered again.
Aonung shook his head and went back upstairs.
"Aonung?" Neteyam whispered, he didn't care, — he shouldn't. But he did. He did care for that prick, so he went after him and walked up the stairs behind him.
"Aonung wait!-"
"Fuck off, Sully."
Neteyam slipped into his room before he could close the door and looked at him.
"What happened?"
"Why do you fucking care?"
"You're right, I don't. — I shouldn't. But I can care." Neteyam's look was serious, his umber-coloured skin still wet from being in the pool, his lips slightly parted, slightly heavy breathing from running up the stairs. He was so utterly beautiful.
They stood there for what felt like an eternity, looking into each other's eyes, both holding their breath.
Neteyam opened his mouth to say something, but only a little gasp left his mouth as Aonung's lips met his.
A little grasp, nothing more before he pulled away again. "Just shut up." He waited for Neteyam to nod, and then put his lips back onto Neteyam's, pulling him in closer, his hand getting lost in Neteyam's braids. He had him right where he wanted him. After so long. Wanting him so fucking long.
His lips hungrily sought Neteyam's, following as Neteyam tried to pull back.
"Eywa,— Aonung calm down." Neteyam breathed, trying to push the slightly taller boy away from him. "We shouldn't. — I shouldn't. This isn’t right— "
"Sully, shut the fuck up." Aonung laughed breathlessly before smacking their lips back together, pulling Neteyam closer.
Neteyam didn't know how they landed here, — how he landed here. How did this escalate so quickly?
His back arched, bent down to kiss the boy under him.
"Fuck, Sully, don't you tell me I’m annoying and disgusting all the time when you see me texting a girl in the car? Look at you going wild," Aonung mocked, his hands tracing up from his ass to his waistband, his index fingers hooking into it.
"Shut up." Neteyam breathed, his hands placed on Aonungs cheeks as he kissed him again, tongues playing with each other, hands exploring the other's body as they turned one around quickly.
Aonung kneeled in front of Neteyam, taking off his shirt, Neteyam propping himself up by his forearms.
He bends down to Neteyam, one hand back on his waistband, fingers hooked into it, ready to pull it down.
"Are you sure about this forest boy? Or do you want to stop—"
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Neteyam's eyes lidded, one of his hands gripping Aonung's hair.
"Do what you want to do, or don't. But don't be useless."
The strength in Aonungs knees left him right then and there, having to keep himself up with his one hand on the mattress. "So demanding.." He breathed, kissing Neteyam again, slowly and carefully pushing Neteyam's long legs apart, as he leaned more into the kiss.
Neteyam bent his fingers into Aonung's waistband now, his hand slipping in, carefully touching the tip before curling his hand around it. Aonung gasped into Neteyam's mouth, slightly pulling away.
"Fuck, Sully." — "Call me by my right name or don't say anything at all." Neteyam warned. His voice low, almost a whisper as he put more pressure onto Aonung's dick, slowly moving his hand.
"If we're gonna do this, then we're gonna do this my way, alright?" Neteyam continued, waiting for an answer.
Aonung nodded, tilting his head down.
"Alright.. Alright." Aonung whispered, holding back an embarrassing moan.
Neteyam slipped his fingers back out, kissing him again, but Aonung pulled back. "Wait, did you even have sex before?"
Neteyam furrowed his brows and looked at him irritated. "With a girl, yes?"
"Ever took it in the ass?" Neteyam widened his eyes at the question. He didn't think about that. Too overcome by his lust. Damned be the lust.
"N-No.."
"Oh, love. I guess you should ask your mommy then if you can sleep over. Because this will be a long night." Aonung grinned, slightly biting his lower lip as he watched Neteyam squirm under him.
❊
Neteyam pulled Aonung inside the kitchen, looking if someone followed them or not.
"Sully, what is it—" Neteyam hesitantly kissed Aonung to shut him up, hands resting on his cheeks. He pulled away again, a big grin decorated Aonung's face.
"Do it."
"What?"
"Kiss me, 'Nung."
"I think I can hear Tuk calling for us though—" Aonung turned his head to the door leading to the garden, the grip on Neteyam's waist tightening. "What if she comes in?" Neteyam cupped Aonung's chin, turning his head back to him.
"When do you ever shut up?" Neteyam asks, pulling Aonung closer, kissing him again.
Aonung pushed Neteyam against one of the counters, one of his hands on his lower back to not hurt him. "Alright, let's go upstairs." He breathed against Neteyam's lips, kissing him again quickly before they ran up the stairs.
Aonung didn't even wait until they were inside and the door was closed. He kissed him again, trying to push down the door handle.
"You can't be serious right now," Lo'ak said, making Aonung and Neteyam jump.
"For fuck's sake, Sully! Don't scare us like that!"
"Do you call everyone Sully in our family or only the people you fuck?" Lo'ak looked at them in disbelief, but Aonung's eyes wandered to the person beside him, his younger sister. His eyes narrowed.
"What did you two do upstairs anyway? Does dad even know you two are upstairs?" Aonung asked, his arm still around Neteyam's waist.
"Does dad know you two are upstairs?" Tsireya asked, furrowing her brows.
"Don't dodge my question."
"I won't tell on you if you won't tell on me."
Aonung looked at Neteyam, nodding.
"Alright. Same goes for you, Sully."
"Shut up."
"Tell me again to shut up peanut ass looking kid and we'll see how you walk up the stairs to my sister's room." Aonung hissed, pointing at Lo'ak who was only rolling his eyes.
"Eywa, please. Aonung get the hell inside." Neteyam pushed down the door handle, opening the door to his room and pushing Aonung inside.
"I should be beating your ass right now!"
"The last time you tried to, you got out with a bruised eye."
"Your brother can't protect you all the time, peanut. Not all the time." Aonung said, narrowing his eyes while Neteyam closed the door.
"I should be biting off your dick."
"You love my dick too much to do so, darling." Aonung grinned, his hand resting down on Neteyams chin, his thumb caressing his lower lip, slowly pulling his lips apart to kiss him. He slid his tongue in and grinned lightly as he felt Neteyam squirm under his touch.
"I hate you so much."
"No you don't, and we both know that by now, don't we?" Aonung replied, pulling Neteyam to the bed. Oh, how many nights they both spent in that bed, how many things happened in that bed. How many 'let's do this quickly' turned into 'spend the night, 'Teyam'.
Aonung's bed held many memories. The first 'I love you', the first time they weren't fucking but making love and all Neteyam's first times, that Aonung was happy to be the person he was having those first times with.
"How can you be so beautiful?" Aonung asked. Every day, every Friday evening the same question. If at school or in the privacy of Aonung's room, he could ask Neteyam that question every fucking time and he'd never be satisfied with the answer.
Aonung slithered his hands under Neteyam's shirt, pulling it off and trailing kisses from Neteyam's lips down to his jaw, his neck, and down to his chest and stomach. "Thank you, Eywa," Aonung looked up to Neteyam, grinning. "Thank you for making this possible." He placed another kiss right over his navel.
"Oh my god, Aonung!" Neteyam exclaimed, blushing at the worshipping.
"My bad, I'm sorry, I forgot you hate it when someone’s nice to you. Especially me."
Neteyam rolled his eyes.
"Shut it."
"Alright, forest boy." Aonung chuckled, getting glanced at by Neteyam with a look that could kill. But Aonung didn't care, because he knew that that look would be washed off of Neteyam's face soon.
Aonung continued trailing kisses down his body and back up to Neteyam's lips, little, hesitant kisses shared while Aonung unbuttoned Neteyam's pants, carefully pulling them off too while kissing his way back down.
Neteyam was loud. Someone who couldn't be quiet and had a weak spot almost everywhere. Aonung would pull him closer by his waist just a bit rougher than usual? A quiet but loud enough sound could be heard. Aonung kisses him somewhere random? A little sound could be heard. Aonung loved it. He loved teasing Neteyam in public, trying to get exactly those kinds of sounds out of his lover.
Neteyam was sure by now that Aonung wanted their parents to know or at least suspect that the two of them had something going on. Did he hate that idea? No. But was it safe to tell their parents?
Aonung kissed Neteyam's thighs, biting and sucking on them as much as he could. It was his favourite spot to leave marks. And the only spot he could leave marks. Neteyam was very cautious when it came to love marks, Aonung wasn't. Neteyam had to remind him many times not to bite him at places his parents could see, and Aonung was sick and tired of it, but still listened and instead left bite marks on Neteyam's thighs whenever he was making him feel good.
He loved the little sounds he made, his leg twitching under the touch. "Aonung, careful!" Neteyam warned. Aonung rolled his eyes in response.
"I am being careful, 'Teyam. Don't worry and let me do my job.." Aonung whispered, lingering kisses down his lover's inner thigh until he arrived at Neteyam's crotch, kissing the fabric of his boxers, pulling them down.
"A bit of kissing made you wet already? Oh, love." Aonung looked at Neteyam that was covering his face.
Aonung grinned and lifted himself to Neteyam's face, kissing his hands and carefully grabbing his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face.
"Why are you hiding?" Aonung asked, kissing Neteyam's palm. "You know I hate it when you hide your face from me, 'Teyam." He mumbled against his palm, kissing it again.
"It's embarrassing."
"Your messed up face? Your beautiful reactions? Not at all."
"Aonung—"
"'Nung."
"'Nung, I look embarrassing."
"I don't want to see those hands covering your face again for fuck's sake." Aonung kissed Neteyam again quickly; "You're beautiful." He placed his hand on Neteyam's dick, grinning. "Even there."
Neteyam widened his eyes, holding back a gasp. If Aonung wouldn't've been this near to his face, he would've hidden it again, but he couldn't, and he kinda didn't want to.
"Aren't you?" Aonung asked, kissing Neteyam's neck, maybe or maybe not leaving a little hickey.
He glanced at it shortly, knowing he'll get a beating from Neteyam. But it was worth it.
He continued to kiss his way further down, grabbing the bottle of lube on his nightstand. Thank Eywa his parents never asked why there was a lube bottle on his nightstand.
"Aren't you just lovely?" Aonung asked, kissing the head of Neteyam's dick, a satisfied smile creeping onto his face as he heard the gasp that left Neteyam's lips. How he loved Neteyam's voice. It was like a drug, a drug that made you addicted the second it was in your system.
Neteyam's legs settled down onto Aonung's shoulders, amber eyes staring hungrily down into azure ones.
"Getting impatient now, are we?" Aonung hummed, lube covering two of his fingers while kissing down Neteyam's length, sucking lightly, watching his expression change, his eyes fluttering shut, teeth biting down onto his lower lip.
Aonung continued, slowly taking the shaft into his mouth, sucking lightly, taking in the salty taste of his pre-cum. One hand gripping the flesh of Neteyam's thigh, the other slowly making its way down to his ass.
Neteyam's hand got lost in Aonung's braids, his back arched at Aonung taking him in deeper, his eyes never leaving Neteyam's.
"Fuck, 'Nung, right there," Neteyam whined, his hips bucking up into Aonung's mouth. Aonung held back a gag, his jaw already hurting, but he didn't stop, he didn't want to.
The only time Neteyam cussed was when having sex, and Aonung fucking loved it, he couldn't stop now.
Aonung bobbed his head, moaning silently as Neteyam pulled at his hair, pushing him down deeper, bucking his hips once more.
"'Nung please," Neteyam cried, trying to stay as silent as possible. One of Aonung's long fingers stretched him out, and Neteyam knew he was failing at staying silent as his mind was becoming more and more a mess.
Aonung let himself be guided by Neteyam, bobbing his head up and down faster — or slower, however Neteyam wanted it.
He added another finger, stretching him out easily with scissor similar movements.
Neteyam was quick with covering his mouth, a muffled moan leaving his mouth.
"Don't stop. — Eywa, fuck, just like this." Neteyam cursed, his muscles tensing under Aonung's hands.
Aonung could taste the sweet bitter pre-cum on the roof of his mouth, his fingers moving faster, — harder in and out, adding a third finger and listening to Neteyam's sweet voice, his body keening with every touch, his thighs pressing more and more against Aonung's head as the moans got louder and the buckling more.
With a wet sound, Aonung pulled off, licking the pre-cum off of Neteyam's tip, licking his lips.
Neteyam groaned, "every fucking time." He mumbled under his breath, making Aonung chuckle as his fingers continued to work. He kissed his jaw and cheek, stopping in front of his mouth, waiting for permission.
Neteyam kissed him, his hands resting on his cheeks.
Aonung pulled back as he pulled his fingers out, a moan rolling off Neteyam's lips smoothly.
"I need you to be real quiet if you don't want our entire family to know what the hell we are doing right now, okay baby?" Aonung clarified, as if Neteyam could be quiet after being edged. Aonung always edged him, and Neteyam could punch his stupid face because of it every time. He had to do it on purpose. He was doing it on purpose. Neteyam was sure of it.
After a lot of discussions, Aonung settled down into the pillows of his bed, looking up at his lover that was getting ready.
“You know I hate it when I can’t—“
“When you can’t fuck me because I want to ride you?” Neteyam finished Aonung’s sentence, bending down to him and placing a wet kiss on his lips. “I know you love it, but I love having control over you even more,” Neteyam smirked, his finger tracing from his shoulder down to Aonung’s abdomen.
Aonung went silent. Neteyam wasn’t a person who flirted or teased a lot, but when he did, Eywa, it made Aonung’s mind go crazy.
“Now be a good boy for me and stay still, alright?” Neteyam asked, checking if the condom was still where it was supposed to be.
He looked back to the other boy, him nodding eagerly. A satisfied smile creeps onto Neteyam’s face as he pressed his thighs against the hips of Aonung’s, slowly, slightly struggling pushing himself down. His thighs shook as he pressed down, back arched, nails softly digging into Aonung’s hips.
“Shit, still hard..” Neteyam silently moaned, eyes shut.
“Don’t push yourself more than you can at the moment, sugar. It just makes the both of us not feel good.” Aonung reminded. His voice thick and laced with a hint of concern.
Taking Neteyam’s hand in his, Aonung continued, “let’s take it slow, hm?” Aonung cooed, knowing Neteyam liked to push himself over the edge, never wanting to go slow, — forgetting he needs to go slow if he wants to feel good.
Neteyam looked down at his lover, breathing heavily, accepting his hand eagerly.
“Yeah.” He agreed, closing his eyes once again, listening to Aonung’s breathing, calming down slowly.
Aonung waited patiently, his thumb gently rubbing over the roof of Neteyam’s hand, one hand placed on his hip, drawing little circles.
Neteyam nodded, his beads-filled braids falling into his face as he lowered his head, pushing himself down as much as he could, Aonung breathing in sharply at the tight feeling around him.
“For fuck’s sake.” He grunted, his grip on Neteyam’s waist tightening.
“Doing so well for me; — aren’t you, dear?” Aonung said, continuing to draw circles onto Neteyam’s bare skin with his thumb, not caring about his own hip already being slightly red from Neteyam’s grasp.
Neteyam’s back arched, his thighs quivering as he lifted himself up and back down, biting his lower lip to suppress moans that could be too loud.
Aonung didn’t take his eyes away for one moment, waiting for Neteyam to ask. Ask him for help, ask him to help him get off. But Neteyam didn’t ask, he just looked at Aonung with those eyes. Eyes that could drive someone crazy, eyes that drove Aonung fucking crazy.
He buckled his hips up, not too fast, not too hard. Just right for Neteyam to throw his head back, feeling the ecstasy run through his body.
“Fuck, 'Nung, again.” He moaned, his hands trailing from Aonung’s hips up to his face and back down to his hips as Aonung lifted his hips to thrust into him, Neteyam meeting his thrusts, biting his lower lip once again.
Fuck, that was another reason why Neteyam loved riding Aonung. He hit just the right spots in this position.
Neteyam fastened his movements, mind going blank, searching for the next high, trying to look at Aonung, meet his gaze.
Aonung didn’t take his eyes away from him once. He never did.
Neteyam bent down, one hand placed next to his head, the other on his cheek.
“Stop fucking looking at me — like that.” Neteyam sighed, sloppily bringing their lips together, Aonung’s hands slithering down Neteyam’s side down to his ass, cupping it, pushing it further down as he buckled his hips more, savouring every moan and whine of Neteyam in his mouth.
Saliva dripped down his mouth, his eyes fighting to stay open, his mouth to stay closed.
How could he go so fast from being on top to his head pushed down into a pillow, sobbing uncontrollably as Aonung cooed random praise?. Random praises that made his heart flutter, his legs tremble even more, and his cock throbbing, reminding him how much he actually loved being fucked, treated like his number one priority but at the same time like nothing.
“Such a pretty thing for me, being so good for me.” Aonung’s hand got lost in Neteyam’s braids, switching between playing with it between praises and pulling on it.
Neteyam tried to be silent, but Aonung didn’t make it easy for him, pulling his hips closer with each thrust, punching every bit of breath out of Neteyam.
“Fuck!” Neteyam cried.
“Shh, baby. You don’t want your family to hear you crying like that while bouncing on a man’s dick like that, do you sugar?” Aonung grinned, listening to Neteyam whine into the pillow beneath his head.
“'Nung I’m gonna cu—“ Aonung stopped him mid-sentence, his fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock.
“Be a good boy for me then and cum, okay? Don’t worry about anything else baby, tell me what to do.” Aonung cooed, the hand that was on Neteyam’s head now placed on his jaw, thumb spreading his lips apart.
Thick, stuffy air filled the room, making it impossible to breathe. But Neteyam didn’t care. Nor did Aonung.
“Look at you, so beautiful. Such a beautiful boy. — My beautiful boy.” Aonung pressed a kiss down onto Neteyam’s shoulder, fisting his cock while his hips began to stutter, his thrusts losing their rhythm.
“Fuck 'Teyam, you feel so good, so fucking good baby—“ Aonung whined, holding Neteyam close.
Neteyam saw stars, his eyes rolling back, his legs and arms giving out as he spurted all over the sheets, a muffled sob leaving his mouth.
Aonung hissed at the sudden clench inside, reaching his limit himself after a few more thrusts, riding out his orgasm slowly, breathing heavily as his hand got lost in Neteyam’s hair once again, massaging his scalp.
They stayed like this for a few more minutes, riding out their highs and grounding themselves again.
Aonung pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom and laying down next to Neteyam, both looking at the ceiling, saying nothing.
Neteyam spoke, his voice still hoarse from crying.
“Do you think they heard us?”
“Yeah.”
“Delightful.”
“Yeah.”
They were silent for another minute before they broke out in laughter, Aonung lazily slung an arm around Neteyam’s shoulders, laughing.
❊
When they came back downstairs, Jake looked at Aonung with fire in his eyes, staring literal daggers into him.
He knew exactly what they were doing just twenty minutes ago.
All of them sat down at the table and the usual loud family fathers who always had something to talk about, were oddly quiet before Tonowari spoke.
“Neteyam,” he said, looking at the boy that was sitting beside his son.
Neteyam was stuffing sausage into his mouth, a muffled ‘hm’ rolling over his lips.
“Do you have a girlfriend perhaps? Maybe a very — idiotic one?” Neteyam almost choked on his food as he processed Tonowari’s question.
“No, sir— I am not interested in girls. My stud-“
“You prefer sausage more, don’t ya, 'Teyam.” Lo’ak grinned, receiving a kick from his older sister.
Aonung had to hold back a burst of laughter himself. His father was being awkward, Jake too.
This would be a delightful ride home for Neteyam, and a delightful evening on the veranda with his father.
.
.
It wasn’t a delightful evening on the veranda.