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Joel and Martín were both intimate with each other.

This came as a surprise to no one, they had been dating for a while now.

It was the...particularly way that they showed their intimacy, however, that set them apart. Not that they would let anyone around to see them acting so vulnerable.

It had started out innocently enough, the two of them were watching a basketball game that only Martín was really into. Joel rolled his eyes but had gone along with it, eager to have the extra closeness that sharing the couch brought while he let the game fade into background noise. But that had been nearly two hours ago, and he was restless while his roommate was as engrossed as when the game had first started.

So, to make the time pass by faster, Joel started adding his own commentary. Just a snide remark here and there against the opposing team, something that would make Martín's lips draw upwards in one corner into a smirk. Something that would earn him a soft chuckle. But it wasn't enough. Joel grew bolder, making horrible puns and laughing obnoxiously when mistakes were made on both sides, relishing in the fact that for once, he was the one able to annoy his friend.

By the time the game had reached overtime, with less than a few minutes to spare, Martín had had enough. He glanced down at his friend, who was still spewing nonsense, and let a warning growl rumble out of his chest. Joel shivered, but quickly recovered and looked up playfully to stick his tongue out.

"What's wrong big fella? not enjoying the commentary?"

"I'm warning you Joel...be quiet or I'll make you."

THAT sent another shiver down the smaller boy's spine. Martín's face was still pulled up into a playful smirk, but his eyes were dark and hungry looking.

"Oh really? How dare you sir, here I am trying to build up my appreciation for sports, and you try to stifl- mph?"

Still smirking, Martín reached his arm around Joel's head and laid his palm over his lips, lightly putting pressure on them to keep them shut. "You were saying?"

Joel felt his heartbeat start racing. Cautiously, he tried letting out a few more protests, only to feel his face flush when he heard them come out as soft little muffles.

His reaction did not go unnoticed. Martín let his face soften. "Is this okay?" he asked, not wanting to cross a boundary he hadn't realized was there. Joel quickly shook his head yes, yes it was more than okay, face still flush, and turned his eyes downward, looking at how his own hands had gripped tightly onto his knees. He heard another chuckle, and soon felt himself being pulled toward his friend until his head was laying on top of a smooth, muscular chest.

"Mm...mphmmphhhh?"

"There's less than a minute left on the clock Joel, I promise we'll watch whatever you want after this."

Joel nodded slightly, letting his eyes flutter shut. It was...nice. Being held like this, feeling a cool, smooth palm pressed gently against his lips. Really, it should have felt at least a little alarming to have his words taken away from him, but if anything it felt comforting. The next morning, when he realized he had fallen asleep like that, he never mentioned it to his best friend. Martín didn't mention it either.

It was almost comical how close the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. Almost as comical as how naturally their transition from roommates to best friends to boyfriends seemed to the outside world. Without even spending a lot of time going on dates, it was plain to see that they were dating. It was one of the things that seemed to be so natural, folks around town could hardly imagine the two of them being apart from one another.

One day, well after their new relationship had been established, Joel thought back to that night yet again. Even now, the thought of having Martín stifle his words again made the blood rush to his face. Surely if he had been able to instigate it once...he could do it again, right? And so he went throughout the day being as obnoxious as possible. Telling horrible puns, singing loudly to the radio knowing full well his voice would track trying to match the obscenely high notes that flowed out of his Mariah Carey album. Given his unrelenting antics the entire day, he shouldn't have been surprised enough to gasp when he felt a strong hand clamp around his forearm and yank him onto the couch.

"Tintin what the hell!" Joel cried, internally smiling at the way Martín's eyebrows furrowed at the overly cutesy nickname. Martín said nothing, instead rolling his dark eyes and wordlessly adjusting his boyfriend so that the latter was seated directly into his lap, wrapping a muscular arm around the smaller boy's waist to pin both of Joel's arms to his sides.

"Uhh...Tintin?" Joel squeaked when Martín's other hand came up to tilt his chin, making it so that blue eyes went brown.

"I'm not an idiot Joel."

Somehow those few words managed to convey everything. Damn. And Joel thought he was being fairly inconspicuous about it, not asking for it out loud. Because who did that? Who asks their boyfriend out loud to muffle their voice and trap their lips and make them feel helpless and safe and vulnerable and loved at the same time? Joel flushed bright red again and stammered, trying and failing to get out a coherent sentence. He squirmed a little bit, his breath hitching when his futile attempts to escape only made the arm around his waist grip him tighter.

"Tell me what you want." Martín whispered, never breaking eye contact with his (loving, adorable, too beautiful for his own good) prisoner. "I-" Joel gulped, trying to find his words "I want you to hold me." "Aaand?" Joel squirmed some more, glancing away from those eyes.

"I want...I want you to make me feel like I'm wanted. I want you to make me feel like I'm yours.....that there's no use in me even arguing because tough nuts buddy, I've been claimed and there's nothing you or I or anybody else could even THINK of doing abou- hmmmmph!"

Martín laughed, a big and loud and rumbly sound bursting from his chest as he cut off Joel's ramblings. This. This felt right. Joel fit so snugly and securely into his boyfriend's lap, and Martín's palm fit snugly and securely over Joel's lips. Joel felt his insides turn into mush as he haphazardly resumed his earlier struggling.

"Mmphh....mmhmmmm! Mmmphhhhh!"

"That's right, I have you and I'm not letting you go," Martin cooed, voice low and sounding every bit like the Disney villain he probably secretly was "And no, I don't think I'm going to let you protest that fact. I feel like you've done enough talking for today, wouldn't you agree?"

"Mmmmmmmppphhhhhhh!"

Joel shook his head back and forth, feigning indignation when really he felt happier than ever. He grinned underneath the palm that had settled itself over the lower half of his face, eyes brightening when he saw Martín looking down at him, a playful expression on his face, but softness and fondness in his eyes.

"You know what? Since you're so darn cute, I'm going to be especially kind." Martín purred, nuzzling into Joel's neck and making the younger boy mumble and squirm when he felt the sensitive skin underneath his jaw being attacked.

"Mph? Mmmhmmm, mmmmphhhhmmm."

"That's right, I've decided that I'm going to keep you. My little prisoner, for as long as I see fit."

By this point Joel was just about seeing stars. This was everything he never even knew he wanted, and it was amazing. So they sat there, the two of them, watching a movie without really watching the movie, enjoying each other's company. Listening to the soft little moans that would peek out from between Martín's fingers.

Joel and Martín were an intimate couple. They held hands at the grocery store, they wouldn't shy away from sharing chaste kisses in full view of the public whenever they went on a date to the park or to a restaurant. Nobody would ever deny that the two didn't seem to have a healthy relationship when it came to the two of them being physical.

Nobody would ever deny that they didn't think that sweet, cutesy definition of intimacy would continue to be a hallmark of Joel and Martín's relationship even after they went home. And they were true, to an extent. The kisses were still there, so were the hugs, the hand holding, the sweet nothings whispered into each others ears.

There were also...cuddles.

It didn't happen every night, sometimes they could go an entire week without returning to what had quickly become their favorite spot on the couch. Somewhere along the line, Martín developed a sense that could tell when Joel wanted some...special cuddle time, even without the former devolving into obnoxious sports commentary to try and encourage it. By now it came naturally.

It was easy for Joel to find that particular little crevice, it was easy for Martín to pull his boyfriend into his lap. To take two skinny wrists into one hand and pin them down so that they couldn't yank themselves away even if their struggles had any real force behind them.

The icing on the cake was always when Martín would snake his other hand around to lightly grasp Joel's face, stroking it tenderly with his thumb before clamping those same gentle fingers over his boyfriend's jaw. Joel loved it. He craved the feeling that he got when his words, his weapon of choice, were stolen away from him. He would wriggle and mmmph, and his lighthearted struggles were for his sake as much as Martín's. The dark-haired young man couldn't resist the delicious sounds that only came out of his boyfriend when he was gagged with a tender hand. Martín craved feeling Joel's voice hum against his fingers as much as Joel craved feeling Martín's hand over his mouth.

"Mmmm...mmfmmphhh. Mmmphmmm." Joel sighed and let his head tilt back so that it was resting on Martín's chest, eyes fluttering shut in an expression of pure bliss.

Somewhere above him Martín chuckled, and he felt a pair of soft lips press onto his temple.

"My sweet little prisoner~"

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Joel and Martín were both intimate with each other.

This came as a surprise to no one, they had been dating for a while now.

It was the...particularly way that they showed their intimacy, however, that set them apart. Not that they would let anyone around to see them acting so vulnerable.

It had started out innocently enough, the two of them were watching a basketball game that only Martín was really into. Joel rolled his eyes but had gone along with it, eager to have the extra closeness that sharing the couch brought while he let the game fade into background noise. But that had been nearly two hours ago, and he was restless while his roommate was as engrossed as when the game had first started.

So, to make the time pass by faster, Joel started adding his own commentary. Just a snide remark here and there against the opposing team, something that would make Martín's lips draw upwards in one corner into a smirk. Something that would earn him a soft chuckle. But it wasn't enough. Joel grew bolder, making horrible puns and laughing obnoxiously when mistakes were made on both sides, relishing in the fact that for once, he was the one able to annoy his friend.

By the time the game had reached overtime, with less than a few minutes to spare, Martín had had enough. He glanced down at his friend, who was still spewing nonsense, and let a warning growl rumble out of his chest. Joel shivered, but quickly recovered and looked up playfully to stick his tongue out.

"What's wrong big fella? not enjoying the commentary?"

"I'm warning you Joel...be quiet or I'll make you."

THAT sent another shiver down the smaller boy's spine. Martín's face was still pulled up into a playful smirk, but his eyes were dark and hungry looking.

"Oh really? How dare you sir, here I am trying to build up my appreciation for sports, and you try to stifl- mph?"

Still smirking, Martín reached his arm around Joel's head and laid his palm over his lips, lightly putting pressure on them to keep them shut. "You were saying?"

Joel felt his heartbeat start racing. Cautiously, he tried letting out a few more protests, only to feel his face flush when he heard them come out as soft little muffles.

His reaction did not go unnoticed. Martín let his face soften. "Is this okay?" he asked, not wanting to cross a boundary he hadn't realized was there. Joel quickly shook his head yes, yes it was more than okay, face still flush, and turned his eyes downward, looking at how his own hands had gripped tightly onto his knees. He heard another chuckle, and soon felt himself being pulled toward his friend until his head was laying on top of a smooth, muscular chest.

"Mm...mphmmphhhh?"

"There's less than a minute left on the clock Joel, I promise we'll watch whatever you want after this."

Joel nodded slightly, letting his eyes flutter shut. It was...nice. Being held like this, feeling a cool, smooth palm pressed gently against his lips. Really, it should have felt at least a little alarming to have his words taken away from him, but if anything it felt comforting. The next morning, when he realized he had fallen asleep like that, he never mentioned it to his best friend. Martín didn't mention it either.

It was almost comical how close the two had gotten in such a short amount of time. Almost as comical as how naturally their transition from roommates to best friends to boyfriends seemed to the outside world. Without even spending a lot of time going on dates, it was plain to see that they were dating. It was one of the things that seemed to be so natural, folks around town could hardly imagine the two of them being apart from one another.

One day, well after their new relationship had been established, Joel thought back to that night yet again. Even now, the thought of having Martín stifle his words again made the blood rush to his face. Surely if he had been able to instigate it once...he could do it again, right? And so he went throughout the day being as obnoxious as possible. Telling horrible puns, singing loudly to the radio knowing full well his voice would track trying to match the obscenely high notes that flowed out of his Mariah Carey album. Given his unrelenting antics the entire day, he shouldn't have been surprised enough to gasp when he felt a strong hand clamp around his forearm and yank him onto the couch.

"Tintin what the hell!" Joel cried, internally smiling at the way Martín's eyebrows furrowed at the overly cutesy nickname. Martín said nothing, instead rolling his dark eyes and wordlessly adjusting his boyfriend so that the latter was seated directly into his lap, wrapping a muscular arm around the smaller boy's waist to pin both of Joel's arms to his sides.

"Uhh...Tintin?" Joel squeaked when Martín's other hand came up to tilt his chin, making it so that blue eyes went brown.

"I'm not an idiot Joel."

Somehow those few words managed to convey everything. Damn. And Joel thought he was being fairly inconspicuous about it, not asking for it out loud. Because who did that? Who asks their boyfriend out loud to muffle their voice and trap their lips and make them feel helpless and safe and vulnerable and loved at the same time? Joel flushed bright red again and stammered, trying and failing to get out a coherent sentence. He squirmed a little bit, his breath hitching when his futile attempts to escape only made the arm around his waist grip him tighter.

"Tell me what you want." Martín whispered, never breaking eye contact with his (loving, adorable, too beautiful for his own good) prisoner. "I-" Joel gulped, trying to find his words "I want you to hold me." "Aaand?" Joel squirmed some more, glancing away from those eyes.

"I want...I want you to make me feel like I'm wanted. I want you to make me feel like I'm yours.....that there's no use in me even arguing because tough nuts buddy, I've been claimed and there's nothing you or I or anybody else could even THINK of doing abou- hmmmmph!"

Martín laughed, a big and loud and rumbly sound bursting from his chest as he cut off Joel's ramblings. This. This felt right. Joel fit so snugly and securely into his boyfriend's lap, and Martín's palm fit snugly and securely over Joel's lips. Joel felt his insides turn into mush as he haphazardly resumed his earlier struggling.

"Mmphh....mmhmmmm! Mmmphhhhh!"

"That's right, I have you and I'm not letting you go," Martin cooed, voice low and sounding every bit like the Disney villain he probably secretly was "And no, I don't think I'm going to let you protest that fact. I feel like you've done enough talking for today, wouldn't you agree?"

"Mmmmmmmppphhhhhhh!"

Joel shook his head back and forth, feigning indignation when really he felt happier than ever. He grinned underneath the palm that had settled itself over the lower half of his face, eyes brightening when he saw Martín looking down at him, a playful expression on his face, but softness and fondness in his eyes.

"You know what? Since you're so darn cute, I'm going to be especially kind." Martín purred, nuzzling into Joel's neck and making the younger boy mumble and squirm when he felt the sensitive skin underneath his jaw being attacked.

"Mph? Mmmhmmm, mmmmphhhhmmm."

"That's right, I've decided that I'm going to keep you. My little prisoner, for as long as I see fit."

By this point Joel was just about seeing stars. This was everything he never even knew he wanted, and it was amazing. So they sat there, the two of them, watching a movie without really watching the movie, enjoying each other's company. Listening to the soft little moans that would peek out from between Martín's fingers.

Joel and Martín were an intimate couple. They held hands at the grocery store, they wouldn't shy away from sharing chaste kisses in full view of the public whenever they went on a date to the park or to a restaurant. Nobody would ever deny that the two didn't seem to have a healthy relationship when it came to the two of them being physical.

Nobody would ever deny that they didn't think that sweet, cutesy definition of intimacy would continue to be a hallmark of Joel and Martín's relationship even after they went home. And they were true, to an extent. The kisses were still there, so were the hugs, the hand holding, the sweet nothings whispered into each others ears.

There were also...cuddles.

It didn't happen every night, sometimes they could go an entire week without returning to what had quickly become their favorite spot on the couch. Somewhere along the line, Martín developed a sense that could tell when Joel wanted some...special cuddle time, even without the former devolving into obnoxious sports commentary to try and encourage it. By now it came naturally.

It was easy for Joel to find that particular little crevice, it was easy for Martín to pull his boyfriend into his lap. To take two skinny wrists into one hand and pin them down so that they couldn't yank themselves away even if their struggles had any real force behind them.

The icing on the cake was always when Martín would snake his other hand around to lightly grasp Joel's face, stroking it tenderly with his thumb before clamping those same gentle fingers over his boyfriend's jaw. Joel loved it. He craved the feeling that he got when his words, his weapon of choice, were stolen away from him. He would wriggle and mmmph, and his lighthearted struggles were for his sake as much as Martín's. The dark-haired young man couldn't resist the delicious sounds that only came out of his boyfriend when he was gagged with a tender hand. Martín craved feeling Joel's voice hum against his fingers as much as Joel craved feeling Martín's hand over his mouth.

"Mmmm...mmfmmphhh. Mmmphmmm." Joel sighed and let his head tilt back so that it was resting on Martín's chest, eyes fluttering shut in an expression of pure bliss.

Somewhere above him Martín chuckled, and he felt a pair of soft lips press onto his temple.

"My sweet little prisoner~"