*These two characters have a bigger story that I'll publish later*
"Tyrell I told you no gifts," Bassir groaned when he saw me walk in with two horribly wrapped presents. I've never wrapped presents before especially for somebody else but I tried.
"Shut up. You knew I was going to buy you presents." I sat next to him on the bed. He was wearing my favorite shorts of his and his glasses. He looked so damn fine with glasses on.
It's his birthday and I wanted to do something special but I had to work and then he got called in on a case so my plans fell through. I been wanting to fuck him for so long but our schedules have been packed. Tonight is our first free night after a long day.
"Alright, I'm not saying I don't like them but this is more your style." He opened my presents which was a gold chain just like mine and a Rolex that also matched mine. Okay I see what he's saying.
"I wanted us to match. Like this what I be wearing when I run the streets and and want my baby to be matching. We can run the streets together." He looked over to me with a glare.
"You ain't running shit but a shipping company. Let me find out you're still going to trap houses after we moved on from all that," he glared.
"No I'm not but I still run this streets just in a suit now."
"Yeah but you're not the face Dave is and you better leave it like that. Now gimme kiss." I pouted kissing him. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back so he could kiss down my neck.
"Bassir you getting freaky and I ain't even finish giving you yo presents." He shrugged moving down to my chest. I pushed him off so I could go get his last present. "I'll be back, keep that boner up for me." I rushed off the bed and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed some whipped cream and his last gift before going back to the bedroom.
He already had his dick out stroking it. I paused at the door watching him. My eyes followed his hand going up and down. Just looking at him is making me hard. He still didn't notice me standing there watching him stroke himself.