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“So easy,” he reached a hand back, touching Clint’s entrance with a single finger. “All I need is a little slick, and you’ll take me right inside.” He spit on his fingers, rubbing over Clint’s entrance before lining up his cock.
“Fuck no.” Clint arched before throwing his weight back and effectively breaking Scotland’s hold. The couch creaked from the sudden move, the leather groaning as they struggled.
Scotland had his reflexes to thank for how quickly he was able to recover, slapping a hand over Clint’s mouth and pinching his nose at the same time. “Quiet. They’ll be able to hear you if you pull that stunt again.”
As he released Clint’s nose, letting him drag in a few deep breaths, he spit on his other hand again, slicking up his cock. With Clint still distracted, he lined his cock up, pushing inside with relentless pressure.
Clint froze as soon as he was breached, clamping around Scotland like a fucking vise as he let out a loud whimper. Scotland pressed his hand harder against Clint’s mouth, muffling his cries.
“You can call for help, but they won’t stop me. Maybe Derreck will even want to join. I’ve heard rumors about his cock, and I’ve always wondered how true they are.”
He lifted his hand from Clint’s mouth as he eased forward, giving him the opportunity to speak up if he needed to. They had non-vocal backups just in case, but he’d rather play it safe during an intense scene.
“Fuck.” Clint trembled as Scotland was finally inside, his groin pressed hard against Clint’s ass. “It hurts. It hurts. Fuck, so good.”
I love masochists. They were literally the best—Clint especially.
Scotland wrapped his arm around Clint’s neck, dragging him upward so he could seat himself a little deeper. Clint was hot around him and so fucking tight that he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He couldn’t give in yet, or he would never hear the end of it.
“You can’t seem to stay quiet. Let me help you.” Scotland took one quick glance toward Maddy and Derreck’s bedroom before he surged his hips forward, tensing his arm at the same time to cut Clint’s air off.
Clint didn’t grab for him or try to pry his arm from his throat. Instead, he reached for Scotland’s hips, tugging him closer—deeper.
Rocking as much as he could without making the couch creak, Scotland curled his body around Clint’s, trying to find that spot that would blow Clint’s mind. From the way he jerked in his arms, he knew exactly when he found it.
He pulled back, slamming deep as hard as he could. The slap of skin rang out in the darkness, loud enough to startle him. But Clint’s response was worth it as he jerked, a cry vibrating against Scotland’s arm before it was cut off.
He loosened his grip, and Clint drew in a shuddering breath, turning his face as much as he could toward Scotland. His eyes were closed, his lips parted. Headlights flashed at the window, lighting up the tears on Clint’s cheeks.
“I’m going to come,” said Clint, his voice absolutely wrecked. His whole body was shaking, his lower lip trembling.
So fucking good. Scotland changed his grip so he was holding Clint by the hair, drawing his body away so his cock slid into cool air. Grabbing the nearest discarded piece of clothing, he wiped his cock off, hesitating as he throbbed fiercely.
There really was no reason that he couldn’t come himself.
“Come here.” Scotland leaned against the back of the couch, guiding Clint’s head between his legs. When his lips brushed against his cock, he let out a harsh hiss. “Safeword now if you need to.” He could totally understand someone safewording in this kind of situation, especially Clint, who seemed to have a touch of germaphobia.
He groaned when Clint stayed silent. Tugging Clint onto his cock and pushing his head down until his cock bumped against the back of Clint’s throat, he let out a soft sigh.
There was nothing like getting good head, and even if he was out of practice, Clint was good.
He held him there, even as he let out a gag that wasn’t exactly quiet. The bedroom was still silent, Maddy and Derreck hopefully still sleeping on the other side of the wall. The noise was part of the thrill—the risk of getting caught thrumming through him.
He knew Clint loved it as much as he did.
“I thought I saw the doorknob turn,” said Scotland, forcing Clint to take him deeper, even as he tried to tug away. “Can you imagine Maddy’s face if he walked in here to see your ass gaping as you choked on my cock? He would know exactly how hard you like it—his high and mighty boss who never lets anyone step out of line, getting fucked raw with no lube.”
Clint whimpered, taking Scotland into his throat until his nose pressed against Scotland’s groin. He was so tight, the suction like none other even as drool pooled on Scotland’s cock.
“Trick told me what you said to him—how dangerous it was to fuck someone without lube. Not to mention breath play… I wish he could see you now and see how fucking good you take it.”
Scotland eased Clint back, making sure he caught his breath before he took him again. There were so many things that people said in the club that could make a newbie uncomfortable. Scotland liked soaking it all up, usually keeping it to himself.
“What about Maxim and Nikita?” asked Scotland, reaching to flick on a lamp light so he could watch the tears roll down Clint’s cheeks. He flinched in the sudden light, but it was perfect. Clint was absolutely wrecked, his eyes red along with the tip of his nose with his lips stretched wide around Scotland’s cock.
He didn’t look like he was quite there as he relaxed, allowing Scotland to take what he wanted. Let go, love.
“I heard you gave them a lecture on gun safety.” Scotland bit the inside of his cheek as Clint sucked him hard. “I wonder if they would have listened if they saw how good of a cocksucker you are. They probably would have just been imagining something between your pretty lips.”
