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They spilled in through the front door, and one of them shut it behind them. The lock clicked loudly in the silence. From her spot on the back of the couch, Kitten opened one yellow eye, watching them with kitten disgust.
Hands roamed across previously forbidden skin, tongues danced, and teeth clashed. Martin’s cock ached with an urgency he hadn’t felt in years. They stumbled into Martin’s room, again shutting the door.
Spinning him around, Nick grabbed at the zipper of Martin’s jeans and forced it down, then slipped his hand inside to grip his cock through his boxers. Nick moaned with satisfaction.
Martin had enough presence of mind to say, “Are you—”
Nick cut him off with, “If you leave me with blue balls after this, I will murder you in your sleep.” Then he continued to peel Martin’s jeans off his body. “Shit. Your boots. Sit,” he ordered.
Martin sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread as much as he could and his fully erect cock pointing at exactly what it wanted.
“Fucking hell, I am dying to taste that.”
In a haze, Martin watched Nick lower himself to his knees, lean in, and drag his tongue along Martin’s length. Without warning—or maybe licking him should have been warning—Nick’s lips parted, and he proceeded to take Martin’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh, my god,” Martin whispered, leaning back on his hands so he could see better and do his valiant best not to thrust into his mouth. Nick’s spit-wet lips wrapped around him were the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He wasn’t going to last long, not with how much he’d been craving Nick over the last few weeks. Reality was far better than he’d allowed himself to imagine.
“Nick,” he moaned, “please.”
He knew Nick was smiling even with Martin’s cock stuffed in his mouth. But he didn’t pull off. Instead, he sucked harder, the tip of Martin’s cock hitting the back of Nick’s throat. He throbbed, his balls high and tight.
“Nick.” Lifting up one hand, he used it to tug at Nick’s head. “Not yet.”
Relenting, Nick let Martin’s cock slip from between his lips. Quickly, he reached down and untied Martin’s stupid fucking boots, pulled them off his feet, and tossed them aside. Just as quickly, Nick was naked too.
Martin tugged his shirt over his head and got rid of the underwear. He felt a twinge of self-consciousness. He was in damn good shape, but he was twelve years older than Nick. Luckily, they hadn’t turned on any of the lights.
“Condoms?” Nick asked.
Rolling to one side, Martin opened his bedside drawer. A reasonably new box of unopened condoms and a bottle of lube sat there. Nick snatched up the box, tore it open, and handed the condom to Martin. The lube he tossed onto the bed.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Martin’s cock, which wasn’t sure what direction was up or down, pulsed, pushing out a dribble of precome.
As quickly as humanly possible, Martin ripped open the foil packet and rolled on the condom.
“Like riding a bike,” he muttered.
Nick frowned. “What?”
“It’s been a while.”
“Ah, well then,” Nick drawled, “lay back and let’s get this party started.”
Martin scooted all the way onto the bed and Nick followed after him, crawling on his hands and knees. His cock bounced against his stomach as he moved. Reaching out, Martin ran his fingers from the base to the tip.
“Don’t distract me,” Nick growled as he squeezed lube onto his fingers and reached back to make himself ready for Martin’s cock.
It was all Martin could do to not grab Nick and demand he do this part. He wanted to push his fingers into that hot hole and make him ready. He should be the one to prep him and turn Nick into a puddle of goo begging for Martin’s cock. Orders were not something Nick responded well to. But Martin was going to get his turn.
Nick groaned as he fingered himself and, after an eon, shuffled his knees up the sides of Martin’s body so his ass hovered over Martin’s erection.
“Ready?” Nick asked breathlessly.
Martin nodded, afraid that, if he spoke, the fever dream he was having would disappear and he would wake up with yet another hard-on.
Reaching down, Martin held his cock in place while Nick lowered his ass, slowly but surely, and impaled himself on Martin. Nick’s eyes were shut, his lashes dark against his cheeks, and he moaned as he pushed downward. His cock flagged for a second but almost immediately hardened again as Martin popped past the resistant ring of muscle.
