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A drowsy little grunt escaped me when he collapsed on top of me, trembling all over. I wasn’t any better, shuddering with aftershocks, still clutching his shoulders. We were both slick with sweat, our stomachs glued together with my cum. I could feel Holt’s heart hammering against my chest until it slowed as our breathing steadied.
“Fucking hell.” He turned his head on the pillow to nuzzle my jaw. “Sex with you is better than any impossibly horny wet dream I’ve ever had.”
I snuffled a laugh, kissing his neck before inhaling deeply. “Yeah,” I breathed, tightening my arms around his neck to keep him tight against me.
I wasn’t really a napper, but I could easily have taken a nap right then. But Holt had to be uncomfortable. He was still basically fully dressed, his leather pants shoved down just enough to free his cock and his T-shirt hiked up by my grasping hands. I smoothed my palms over his shoulder blades with a contented little sigh, the fabric damp with his sweat.
“You can borrow a T-shirt if you want,” I told him drowsily, burying my nose against his shoulder to breathe in the scent of his clean sweat.
“Thanks, baby.” He kissed the damp hair at my temple. “I might take a shower, if that’s okay. I’m kinda glad you didn’t want to suck my dick, to be honest. Walking around all day in leather pants with no underwear is…” He cleared his throat. “Things just get… swampy.”
I burst out laughing, which prompted him to finally lift himself up on his arms and grin down at me. Cupping his face, I lifted my heavy head off the pillow to kiss him. “Let’s go take a shower.”
“You shouldn’t take one yet.” He carefully drew his hips back so his softened cock slipped free, then gave me a sly smile. “I still want my dick sundae. You’ll just get messy again.”
My cock tried to rally, twitching against my thigh, but I’d need a little while first. Maybe some fluids and a snack.
“Maybe a nap first, if we’ve got time before you have to get to work.” I tugged him back down so he was draped half on top of me. I knew I’d regret not cleaning up when we woke with dried cum crusted on our stomachs, but right now I didn’t want to move.
“Mmm.” Holt nestled his face into my neck, letting out a deep sigh. “Nap sounds good. I can’t even be bothered to take my pants off.”
Chuckling, I lifted my head to peer down at his bare ass above the rumpled waistband of his pants around his thighs. Snaking my arm around him, I gave one of his coppery cheeks an indulgent squeeze, then trailed my fingertips lightly along his crack, just to feel him shiver.
His hips squirmed, pushing up briefly into my hand before he settled again, palm sliding up my stomach to my chest. He was smearing cum everywhere, practically rubbing it into my skin, but I didn’t care. I kinda liked it. If it had been his, it would’ve been even better.
The room fell quiet as my eyelids started getting heavy and Holt’s breathing evened out, growing deep and steady, but just before I dozed off, someone started pounding on the front door. It made my pulse leap, jerking me out of that in-between place with a start. Holt jolted too, lifting his head and squinting in the direction of the door with an adorably disgruntled expression.
“I’ll answer.” He clambered over me to get out of bed. “I’m dressed. You’re covered in jizz.”
I got a last greedy look at his ass before he hiked his pants back over it, jumping up and down in the process to get them up, then tugged down his T-shirt. He yanked the tie out of his ruined ponytail as he padded out of the bedroom, his skin melting back into a human shade. Before he could answer the door, I scrambled up and grabbed my bathrobe to throw it on.
“Oh. Uh… hey,” I heard from the living room, recognising the voice instantly. My neighbour Fernando, who liked to play EDM until the wee hours most nights. “Is Taylor here?”
“Uh-huh,” Holt said unenthusiastically, still clearly pissed off about his nap being interrupted. My mouth twitched as I walked out of the bedroom.
“Hi, Fernando.”
I forgot I was still wearing my sneakers until my neighbour’s eyes trailed down my bathrobe to settle on them. His brow quirked as a flush spread up my neck.
“Yo, Taylor.” He shifted uncomfortably, gaze darting between me and Holt. “Look, bro, I didn’t want to, uh… interrupt, but could you keep it down? I’m playing a set tonight. I gotta sleep, bro. I got nothing against nooners, but… you know. Our bedrooms share a wall.”
My instinct was to apologise profusely, but I stopped myself. Crossing my arms, I cleared my throat and said, “Sure. Sorry, man. But… you play EDM most nights until, like, three a.m., Fernando. Maybe you could keep it down too?”
“I’m a night owl, bro! And I gotta practise. I’ve finally started getting gigs. I’m doing my friend’s little sister’s quinceañera tonight.”
“That’s great, but during the week I work all day, which you know, but you don’t keep it down at night for me.”
He huffed, looking both chagrined and sheepish as his eyes trailed over Holt then drifted behind him to the open door of the bedroom. I glanced back, flushing again when I saw the ironing board still set up, my neat stack of underpants resting on it.
“Okay, I’ll try and keep it down,” he said, head cocking as he glanced at my sneakers again, clearly trying to work out what exactly we’d been doing. “And I’ll be out all evening so, uh… feel free to go as wild as you want later.”
Holt snorted, draping his arm around my shoulders. “Thanks for the permission, bud.”
Fernando flushed, darting another look at him before giving me a nod and turning to head back to his apartment.
As soon as I’d shut the door, Holt said, “So that was who was playing that shitty music all evening the night I stayed over?”
I chuckled. “It wasn’t like it kept you awake. Your snoring was almost as loud.”
