Always a give an take between them. Joe told Colby one thing and the younger wrestler did the opposite or something entirely different. Right now , however Joe wanted the former champion to deny good behavior. It would makes things a lot more interesting in this very second. ❝ You’re bad, Colbs. ❞ The bulky Samoan initiates his own form of a guttural whisper as teeth nip at his plump bottom lip. ❝ That’s IT. ❞ Joseph growls; fingers digging themselves into the Armenian’s hip indents, pulling him to an aligned position in his own lap. Sometimes you just have to do all the work yourself. ❝ A DAMN kiss, ❞ without further ado, Joe’s lips are hungry for a taste of Colby’s personal flavor.
Colby moaned into the kiss, his hands moving immediately to rest around Joe’s neck. He’s unable to agree or disagree on whether or not he’s bad – he is, definitely, if it means getting punished – unable to say anything, not that he minds. He brings the man closer, closer than possible as he opens his mouth, moaning once more as he tastes the Samoan, his dick growing hard in his pants as his fingers tangle in Joe’s hair. He needs to breath though, and as much as he doesn’t want to, he breaks away and panting, tilts his head upwards, eyes closed.
Each movement Colby exerted, it had Joe’s eyes more invested in watching. The younger man never gave up easily when it came to pushing Joe’s imaginary buttons in their continuous tease fests. The Samoan never minded however. ❝ You gon’ keep yappin’ or what? ❞ Joseph asks just as his ass hits the kitchen chair’s surface perfectly aligned. Back leaning against the metal, his hands instinctively grip the other wrestler’s hips. ❝ You’re half way there t’bein’ a very good boy. I just need you to do one other thing for me. An you’re smart. I want you t’figure it out ALL on your own. ❞ Along the bridge of his nose, the side of his thumb runs a light path. Eyes give off a challenging and inviting look in the oceanic hues he possesses.
Colby can’t help the smirk that stays on his face, doesn’t even want to get rid of it when he watches Joe tease him the only way Colby could ever be teased. At the same time though, the young Armenian man wants to open his mouth and use it to talk, knowing how much it would annoy Joe if he did that instead of what Joe wanted. Except. Colby could admit how much he did not want to do that. How much he wanted Joe, how much he wanted to be owned. Without a second though Colby leaned forward, lips ghosting over Joe’s as he continued to smirk. “What is it you wanted?” He chuckles, lightly biting Joe’s lower lip before puling away just an inch or so.
That damn grin Colby puts on display as Joe shaking his head but with a matching smirk taking hold of his lips. Lopez always found a way to make the Samoan’s ‘scolding’ efforts disappear. This time was no different. ❝ I ain’t doin’ a damn thing to distract you except try and help you out. M’ daughter knows how to fold laundry better than you. ❞ Joseph teased as he came closer to the Armenian in stance. ❝ You’re always askin’ questions. Why don’t you just find out the answer yourself, Colbs?Actually forget that. I’m ORDERIN’ you to do it. ❞
Colby couldn’t help the scoff that escaped from his throat as Joe’s words registered in his brain. He shifted uneasily for a few minutes, crossing his arms in front of his chest before arching an eyebrow, trying to ignore the distraction that Joe was in general. Without a second thought, the man removes his arms from their position and lightly pushes Joe away from him, licking his lips as he continues to do. “Fuck you and your orders,” He grins, finally pushing Joe into a chair and sitting carefully into the man’s lap, smirk still in place. “Is this an order achieved, sir?” He grins.”Or is there something else you’d like me to do for ya?”
❝ I had no idea you spendin’ time at my place would mean you’d mimic a damn HAMSTER, Lopez. You’re cute like one but sheesh, you’re messy as hell. ❞ An arched brow popped up his forehead. ❝ You tryin’ to make me forget ‘bout how lazy you are by makin’ me think ‘bout how much of a HARD worker you are? ❞
Colby couldn’t stop the grin that formed on his face as he looked up and down at Joe, cockiness going through him. “Is it working? Because, I gotta tell ya, I can go just as fast as a hamster, too. And really, I can’t help it if you’re always distractin’ me before I can clean up my mess in the first place.”
❝ Fine you can WALK but you still can’t pick up after yourself, eh?
M’big head hit smack dab into the bedpost tryin’ to get all your shit.
There’s dirty, DISGUSTING clothes everywhere. Crossfit doesn’t smell PLEASANT, Colbs.❞
“Man, why are you bugging? You knew what you were getting into in the beginning, Joe. But fine, just for you, I’ll pick up my dirty, sweaty, hot clothes.”
