You're in the kitchen on your new house, which is huge, and nothing your usually used to. Your dad is upstairs with Alex's mom, and Alex comes around the corner, opening the fridge and casting you a look. "Have you never seen a kitchen before?" he asks lightly. He's obvious teasing the way you're looking around at everything, but it's not funny at all. You frown. "Yes I have. But i've never quite talked to you and i would have loved it if it stayed that way" you respond with sarcasm. Alex rolls his eyes, sliding lightly on the floor with his colored socks. "Lighten up sweetheart" he rolls his eyes mumbling. "If you ever call me 'sweetheart' again, i'll end you" you smile sarcastically. Alex rolls his eyes. "Sorry 'sunshine' " he's obviously being sarcastic with the name.

The way he says it makes you realize how fake that nickname sounded coming out of his mouth. "Well if I was, would it matter to you at all?" He counters, leaning back against the fridge and folding his arms across his chest. You huff, crossing your own arms as well.

"Whatever, let's just make some dinner."

"Oi, careful there! You don't want to get hurt," Alex chuckles lightly as he watches you cook. His fingers idly tap against the counter, his bright blue eyes glued to your every move. "So, tell me something about yourself."

You spin around, glaring at him over your shoulder. "Why? So you can use it against me later?"

He freezes in surprise as your lips meet his, pressing against his own eagerly. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as he leans into the kiss, returning it with just as much passion. "That's not an answer," he mumbles against your mouth before pulling back to look at you, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

"Well?" He asks, eyes dancing with amusement and something else that might be the tiniest hint of...something more than just annoyance. "Are we continuing this?"

His grin spreads across his features as he watches you carefully. "Well then," he begins, stepping closer to you again, until their bodies are almost touching. "Let's find something to do while we wait for dinner." He leans in, brushing the corner of his lips against yours teasingly before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

You can tell he's enjoying this game as much as you are.

You guide him into the bathroom, practically throwing him against the counter as you claim his lips once more. His hands slide up your back, tugging gently at your hair as he responds eagerly to your kiss. The rough feel of his touch combined with the intense hunger in his eyes has you completely lost, moaning into the kiss and pressing closer against him.

With a throaty growl, he lifts you easily onto the counter, one hand sliding under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your stomach while the other palms over one perfectly rounded ass cheek. He begins to thrust roughly between your lips, grinding their hips together with a pleasure that only fuels his desire further.

As you take him into your mouth, he groans loudly, pressing forward and thrusting even deeper. His fingers tighten in your hair, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks your throat eagerly. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he pumps you roughly, lost to the sensation of being wanted like this for once.

With a sharp cry, he comes, his body tensing and shuddering with release as he pours himself into your mouth. His hips slow and eventually still as he tries to catch his breath, gripping tightly to your shoulders to steady himself.

For a moment, it's quiet save for the sound of their labored breathing, until Alex finally finds the strength to speak again. "Wow," he says simply, his voice thick with satisfaction and maybe even surprise. "I didn't expect that."