This story is based off of the word relief. Warnings that apply: Gay, mentions of sex, strong language.
He squirmed in his boyfriend's lap, desperate growls escaping him as he tried to encourage the man to move.
"Would you just fucking hurry up!?" He snarled. He growled when he heard a chuckle, but that growl soon turned into a relieved mewl as his body went limp against the man. He glowered when the man just held him closer.
"Any other itch I can scratch for you?" He heard his lover say. He huffed, and elbowed the man in the stomach.
"I was going to let you fuck me, but you're too mouthy so I'm good. No more itches for you to scratch."
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