"Guess what, though," Maddox whispered against Riott's ear, holding the boy's hips and rocking their bodies together just for the hell of it. 

The bed dipped with the weight of Riott's knees as he straddled Maddox, clearly not as embarrassed to be on his lap as the first time they'd been in a position like this. He'd definitely compromised over the months, giving in to weird things that tore at his ego, just to please someone he hardly ever saw.

"What?" Riott finally spoke, his voice a low rumble, his eyes trained on his hand as it raked through Maddox's messy hair. He'd been bugging him to get a haircut, but the bedhead style was another odd thing Maddox managed to pull off.

"I fucked Krystal last week," Maddox said bluntly, speaking low as if he was dirty-talking Riott. His hands were tight on Riott's hips, keeping him in place in case he tried to get off of him. He wanted to see it---to see Riott get pissed off and possessive with him, acting like it was more than fair for a guy with a girlfriend to own Maddox.

Riott knew that Maddox had a hard time keeping it in his fucking pants. The guy was a douchebag, so he couldn't get anyone he wanted, but the sex-crazed, BDSM-whore Krystal seemed to be a common theme for him. It was aggravating how much she was Maddox's type, with her cat-paw stockings, anal fetish, and e-girl makeup. Not to mention her infinite list of kinks. That's what Maddox was into when it came to girls. Riott was vanilla. He'd only had sex with his girlfriend a handful of times, he'd never seen a sex toy in person, and he'd taken a BDSM test once. The results were kind of basic, but then again, that was a few years ago---way before he met Maddox.

Riott's hand eventually snaked to Maddox's jaw, having taken a moment to think about how he should react to this. What would be the most effective? His past possessiveness seemed to work for a while, but it faded before he could see Maddox again. "Say that again," he said through slightly gritted teeth, even if he was trying to be conscious of it and avoid it. The bridge of his nose twitched with irritation as well. He wasn't great at hiding his emotions.

Riott's expression didn't change much when Maddox reacted more physically than he expected. With nothing more than narrowed eyes and a sharp inhale, he registered the fact that Maddox had finally become full-mast beneath him. Fuck, he really does love this shit, doesn't he? 

"The cute cunt who wears cat ears and shaves her entire body," Maddox elaborated as if Riott could forget who she was. Riott had had to listen to rants about that girl plenty of times, and it was more annoying with each occurrence. Besides, it's not like he could identify her by her perfectly shaven body; he didn't give a shit. 

"I fucked her," Maddox continued, his voice a taunting growl, challenging Riott to do something about it. "She could hardly fuckin' walk afterward. You should've seen it." Maddox's pride only pissed off Riott even more, a bubbling irritation and jealousy that he didn't know what to do with.

"That's funny," Riott began, feigning an upbeat tone, but only for a moment. "Since you're not gonna do that ever again," he added, and it was clearly no question. It was an order, and it was exactly what Maddox wanted to hear from him. Maddox was growing fucking obsessed with the tight grip on his jaw, his eyelids fluttering at the feeling of being controlled. Shit, maybe he had some issues. He didn't want to call himself a masochist, but....yeah.

He couldn't get enough of Riott, honestly. It was more real with him than any girl he could find. He wanted mutual blowjobs, then to rest his eyes while Riott sat between his legs, coloring designs on the scars on his wrist. He hated washing those designs away once Riott was gone.

"You wanna know the freaky part?" Maddox asked, making whatever it was sound more appealing by lowering his voice to that sultry whisper, watching goosebumps form on Riott's arm. That tone of voice was associated with every kind of sexual pleasure, and it got to Riott every single time.

"What?" Riott growled, clearly unamused by Maddox's bratty behavior. In addition, the grip on Maddox's jaw grew tighter, his nails digging into the skin until it burned so sweetly.

That's the good shit, the shit Maddox was fucking in love with. He needed Riott to hurt him for fucking someone else; to teach him a lesson; to curse at him until he was hard as a fucking rock; to look at him with hatred. He loved the reminder that Riott wasn't healthy for him. They weren't good for each other, but holy fuck, that made it feel even better.

Maddox was still unsure if he should be embarrassed about the "freaky part" he had been withholding from Riott. His cheeks turned a slight red, any sign of blush more apparent on his face. Pale-ass emo. He pulled Riott closer to him by the collar of his shirt, a bit irritated that he still had a shirt on at all. He spoke with a slight involuntary whine in his voice, remembering fucking good it was when--- "She put a vibrator in me while she rode me." Maybe he should have held more shame for that, but it was with a girl, so it's not...that weird, right? If he used any kind of sex toy on his own, that would be a little harder to justify and keep his heterosexual title.

Riott was silent for a long moment, the look in his eyes still giving away how pissed off he was with what Maddox had just confessed. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be much judgment in his gaze. It was pretty obvious that he was imagining it, and in some twisted way, he liked the idea of a girl riding Maddox while he got off with a vibrator inside of him. 

What the fuck...

"You liked that, huh?" Riott questioned, ignoring the surprise he felt towards the realization that Maddox enjoyed having a sex toy in him. He figured a guy like Maddox was completely against anything going near his ass. His furrowed brows gave away his intense thoughts, his imagination taking over until his pants had become significantly tighter. Fuck. 

His intensity did falter for a minute, though. All it took was Maddox's hand in his hair, the messily painted fingernails scraping his scalp and the back of his neck until the movement earned a shiver down his spine. He was almost distracted from the topic, but Maddox brought him back with one sentence that was said with a slight moan that made Riott fucking weak. "The vibrator felt really good, Riott...like I was constantly on the verge of cumming but wasn't able to." 

Maddox fucking wished he had the guts to buy handcuffs when Riott pinned his arms above his head, the motion surprisingly gentle, if not for the nails digging into the skin of his slit wrists. The thought of Maddox doing it with Krystal was clearly making Riott mad, but even he couldn't deny the idea of Maddox getting fucked by a vibrator. 

"Did you like it more than you like me?" Riott asked, and he would've come across as an insecure girl if it wasn't for the rough tone of voice that hit Maddox right in the dick. 

"Well," Maddox began, waiting for his urge to laugh in Riott's face to die down before continuing. "Considering we've only rubbed our dicks together or came in each other's throat, it's a little hard to compare," he stated, shrugging as he spoke with such vulgarity that Riott wasn't a huge fan of, even if it sent a harsh heat to his stomach.

"Don't be a smartass," Riott cursed, almost cutting Maddox's sentence off with how quick he was to scold the bastard. His eyes were closed for a moment, giving away just how much this was affecting him. Damn it. He was losing, just like he always did with Maddox. The victor was obvious, but, shit, was he cocky enough already.

Maddox wanted to do something to Riott while he had his eyes closed, seeing it as an opportunity to exploit the sudden weakness of his arousal. He glanced down at their position, and with Riott on his lap while holding his arms down, he didn't have a whole lot of options here. He wondered if he could just---

"Ngh..." Riott softly groaned, almost too quiet to even savor, wincing when Maddox lifted his hips to grind against the boy on his lap. They were both sensitive from their current state of fucking need, but Riott was more prone to making noise than Maddox was. The emo's words didn't help either.

"Come on, daddy," he purred, a fake moan in his voice as he teased Riott, lifting his head to try and bite at Riott's lips. He failed, but he did manage to graze his lips over Riott's, just enough to earn a noticeable blush. "I'll block her if you blow me."