You walk into the bedroom where you find Dylan is sitting on the edge of the bed. Unsurprisingly, yelling into his headset at some of his friends as he plays one of his stupid video games.
You decide that he won't be doing that for long.
You slide up behind him, wrapping your arms and legs around his waist. You rest your head on his shoulder, giving it a little peck.
"Hey Dyl," you say.
"Babe I'm busy," he replies, still focused.
You start massaging his back. You move up his back slowly to his shoulders. First it's with a light touch and then gradually kneed harder.
He doesn't seem to react, only making you want him more. You try to step it up a notch by pressing your chest up against his back, digging into his shoulders slower, harder and kissing his neck.
He doesn't break eye contact with the TV, the guys are still yelling in his ear, but he's starting to get a little antsy.
Now you slide your hands under his shirt and start running your hands up and down his chest.
"Fuck," he finally says, "guys, I gotta go, I'll talk to you later." He fumbles around trying to turn the headset and the game off as quick as possible. Abruptly he turns around and he's on top of you.
"I hate you, you know that?" he asks, eyes greedily looking over you.
You smile, biting your bottom lip. "I have a hard time believing that," you say playfully.
Dylan's mouth is hungrily pressed against yours. His hands are at your waist but quickly they start moving up your shirt.
His hands continue to slide up and his mouth goes slack as he realizes you aren't wearing a bra.
You take his moment of hesitation as your chance to be on top, which he obliges.
His mistake.
You're now straddling him on the bed. His hands are hooked on your legs, the longing in his face apparent.
Purposely slow, you initiate a strip-tease starting with your shirt.
At that point Dylan can hardly contain himself.
"Sike!" you yell as you scramble for the console.
"You little shit!"
He tries to get the controller from you but you're able to duck out of his reach. You're now standing on the bed and he's waiting for any sudden movement.
"Did you seriously do all that," he asks, waving his arms around, "just for the game?"
"Yes, yes I did," you smirk.
Dylan grabs your legs and pulls you down, causing you to squeal. You're now lying on flat on the bed, Dylan back on top of you.
"You are a terrible, terrible person," he whispers.
"Yes, yes I am," you whisper back. You toss the controller to the side and wrap your arms around Dylan's neck as he kisses you.