(Literally left this till the last hour to write because you know me. Procrastination. Sorry if this sucks. Infinite writer's block.)

(Also there are fireworks outside UGH THEY'RE SO LOUD WTF)

Third Person POV

Jeremy giggled. He'd set everything up in advance.

He quickly ran to the mirror, checking his aesthetic. An easy-to-rip-off work shirt, a tux and work shorts. Licking his hand, he reached up and smoothed down a piece of hair that didn't seem to be cooperating. He did a "classic fuckboy" face and shoved his hands in his pockets before laughing and getting back to work.

He sprinted back to his bed and looked around the room, being surrounded with candles, festive party crackers, 'toys" and shitty long expired heart-shaped candies. 

There was a knock at the door. Perfect.

"Come in!"

Inside walked an excited Michael Mell with a huge bouquet of flowers and a wide smile on his face, his eyes scrunching up and dimples evident.

"Happy New Ye- oh."

The boy immediately dropped his bouquet. His smile morphed into a snarky eyed smirk.

"I see someone's all excited~ Got all those toys for me, huh?"

Jeremy blushed and nodded, hoping he was looking and acting his best so he would get a reward later.

"Wow, baby, this is so magical. Did you make this all yourself? Impressive. Good boy." His voice became huskier, and he casually took off his jacket, hanging it on the shelf, staring at his boyfriend with a malicious stare the whole time.

"So. Let's get started."

Soon, Jeremy was on all fours, bent over the bed, whining as he felt the other boy prod at his rim.

"P-please.. don't tease... fuck!"

A moan was pulled from his lips. His jaw clenched as he felt Michael push in fully, not even waiting a bit to move. Michael relished the feeling of Jeremy swallowing up his dick, he loved the heat inside as well as his boyfriend's lewd reaction. But something was peculiar... Jeremy felt... looser than usual.

"Fuck... You prepped yourself, didn't you?"

"Wanted to be r-ready for you, daddy."

"Good boy..."

Michael slapped his ass, drawing a longer and deeper moan from his throat.

The bed continuously creaked as more loud noises came from the pair. Their poor neighbours.

"You like that, whore?"

"Y-yes..." A small groan escaped Jeremy's lips, choking back. His eyes were closed in bliss, long lashes brushing smooth skin. His mouth hung open, small whimpers coming out from time to time as spikes of pleasure erupted all over him. Sweat rolled off his forehead. He could barely speak, all he could process was Michael's rough pounding and heat all over his body. He should be embarrassed, but damn... this is so good.

Jeremy gasped as his hair was suddenly pulled upwards, forcing him to meet the eyes of a very aroused, growling Michael.

"So good for me. Miah... so beautiful." He let go and started peppering kisses all over the taller boy's shoulder blades.

The pleasure was too much, a coil in Jeremy's stomach was slowly winding, he felt so close, he just needed to release. But he knew he couldn't do that without permission.

"P-please... Micha... can I come? I've been so great for you tonight, ah! Please, oh fuck..." he endlessly blabbered, panting like a dog. 

"Fine. But only because I'm going to come too. Ah, come for me, Miah."

And he did. White stripes erupted over the sheets with a drawn-out moan. He fell onto the bed, steadying his breath and recovering from the rough pleasure he had just experienced. Not long after, he felt his boyfriend cum inside the condom. A clank was heard as it landed in the trash can.

A few moments later, fireworks could be heard exploding all over town, and Michael finally spoke up.

"What a marvellous start to the New Year... My gift for you this year? Twice the amount of sex and weed. I love you, baby boy."

Jeremy softly hummed, he couldn't be more satisfied with his gift as he slowly fell asleep, snuggling against his pillow and boyfriend. What an amazing year.