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On the sixteenth floor of the hotel, overlooking a bright night sky, there was a knock on the wooden door. Three short taps in quick succession, and despite the late hour Nick was awake to hear them. Still dressed, even if it was just loungewear, he’d been sitting on the couch of his room aimlessly scrolling through social media; waiting. There was no longer a need for waiting, because there could only be one person at his door. Pulling himself off the sofa, he walked toward the door, barefoot padding across soft carpet and unlocked the door without checking the peephole. Opening it and almost immediately breaking into a smirk at the man standing in front of him.
Taylor. All legs in shorts that looked comfortable but were short enough to be illegal. A tight tank top with an unbuttoned shirt over the top, hanging loose at his sides, offering just a glimpse of the silhouette of his waist. He was clad in flip-flops and a baseball cap, looking like a proper tourist, with a bag slung over his shoulder. Interesting, maybe he planned on spending the night, or more than a night. He shifted weight from one leg to another, hip cocked as he inhaled deeply. A gold chain displaying a matching ring hung around his neck, glinting in the low lighting of the hall, drawing attention to chest hair peaking out above the low cut of his top. Drawing Nick’s eyes down to rounded pecs before his stare moved back up to that handsome face. Stubble lined jaw and sun-kissed brown skin, little freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, shaggy curls wisping around the backs of his ears and sides of his neck.
“Are you going to let me in, or are you going to get really brave and fuck me in the hallway?” Taylor prompted, voice low, words slow and tempting. It was like foreplay really, and both men knew it. The same playful banter serving as an extraneous dance before the metaphorical closing of curtains.
A low exhale that sounded like a hum was the only reply Nick gave. Leaning against the doorframe he reached out one hand, hooking two fingers into the gold chain around the other man’s neck, twisting his wrist to wrap the metal around them and pulling forward. The gesture making Taylor’s breathing audibly hitch as he instinctively stepped forward, chin lifting upward slightly as his lashes trembled. “I thought you liked the discretion?”
“I do.” This time Taylor’s voice was rougher, a husky whisper with just a touch of defiance. “But I didn’t come here just to be left out in the hall.”
“Mhm,” Nick nodded, his fingers tugging that chain as he stepped back, walking Taylor into his room with his makeshift leash. “Drop the bag, close the door.”
The sound of heavy thudding followed that order as the bag slipped off Taylor’s shoulder. Nick kept his eyes locked on the other man reaching back and closing the door shut. Long fingers fumbling with the chain, finding it, then sliding it back into place. Once he had, Taylor took a step closer so the two were toe to toe in the dimply lit room. Only a few inches between them, but he was clearly trying to make it feel like much more.
Taylor’s hand moved up and rested on Nick’s hip as he leaned in even closer. “You’re awfully demanding tonight, this what happens when I neglect you? Are you throwing a tantrum?”
“Am I throwing a tantrum? You came all the way across the map to get fucked, mate. I’m on cloud nine,” Nick chuckled, wrapping the chain tighter around his fist and giving it a little tug. “Same safe word as usual?”
“Always,” Taylor grinned, the rebelliousness seeming to grow by the moment. “I didn’t come here just to fuck you. I wanted to hike th-”
“Now now,” Nick interrupted, tugging that chain hard enough to make the other man hiss. “Don’t hurt my feelings.” There was only a slight pause where he clicked his tongue behind his teeth, “Remind me of your safe word.”
“It’s ‘oatmeal’,” Taylor replied, sighing heavily and rolling his eyes. Clearly not thrilled with the lack of reaction he’d been getting so far. Which obviously meant he should try harder. “What the fuck did they do to your hair?” he asked, his hand leaving the other man’s waist and reaching up, carding through short dark strands. There disappointingly wasn’t even enough to grab. “You look…straight,” he chuckled.
“I am,” Nick said flatly, his free hand reaching up and grabbing Taylor’s wrist, forcing it back down as he gave that necklace another pull. “You want it rough?”
“Yeah,” Taylor purred, dropping his hand back down to his side as a smirk pulled at his lips. “You’re my rough boy, and apparently my straight one.”
“Mn, oh, I noticed,” Nick nodded, releasing that chain from his grasp and taking a step back, “Did you think I didn’t see you running around in Puerto Rico with a new set of little boy toys? Are you shopping around for a replacement for me?” As he spoke, he stepped back toward the center of the room, half-sitting on the arm of the couch; mostly leaning back against it.
“You’re jealous.” It wasn’t a question, more like an observation, one that Taylor sounded delighted by. He bridged the new space between them, stepping in front of the other man, his hands resting on Nick’s chest, fingers running along the broad span. “You don’t have to be jealous, baby, I’m not going to replace you. How could I ever replace you? Sometimes I just want to play with someone new once and a while.”
“Hmph,” Nick sneered quietly, sucking his teeth as he reached up. His hand grabbing Taylor’s jaw slowly, like a predator that was taking its time with another more detrimental attack. “I wonder, how much dick can you juggle before someone starts to get suspicious of all the men you keep around.”
Almost purring at the feeling of fingers pressing into his jaw, Taylor’s lashes fluttered. A soft smile on his lips as he spoke, “I don’t know. Maybe I should put all of you in a room and find out what happens.”
“Well, I presume you’d actually be single by the time you left,” Nick quipped, his hand reaching up, pulling off Taylor’s cap and tossing it aside. With no hesitation his fingers moved back and slid up into thick curls at the back of the other man’s head. Grabbing a fistful near the crown and tugging hard enough that Taylor hissed. Head back and throat exposed as he visibly swallowed, even in the shadows of the room. The singular lamp and several lit candles around casting shadows that danced on his beach-tanned skin, making every angle glow. His lashes painting heavy looking dark streaks on his cheeks that moved with even every blink. “But you’d have fun before that, wouldn’t you? How many cocks would it be, hm? I’m sure enough for someone to fuck your face while I take your ass. Even more? One for each hand? Passed around like the community hole; that the kind of thing you’re into?”
“Fuck,” Taylor exhaled the word, “Stop fucking teasing me. If you’re jealous just take it out on me. I know you want to. You think I can’t see how hard your dick is just because you went with the romantic lighting?” he almost sneered the last sentence, “I haven’t even done shit yet, you’re bricked just because I’m here. Posturing around like you’re in charge of this shit when I’ve got you fuckin’ Pavloved on this pu-”
A quick hand shooting out and wrapping around Taylor’s throat successfully cut off the rest of that sentence. Thumb pressing tightly under his jaw as Nick’s fingers pressed into the opposite side; his palm applying the slightest pressure against his exposed Adam’s apple. The grip Nick had in those dark curls didn’t loosen at all, both hands just holding Taylor in place, chuckling hoarsely. “It’s really been too long since someone put you in your place.” His voice was low, jaw tight as his arms moved down; dragging Taylor onto his knees. “There,” he whispered when the other man willingly dropped to the floor. “That’s your place, on your knees worshiping this dick. Not pretending you didn’t come all the way here just to taste it.”
Long lashes fluttered as Taylor exhaled, swallowing against Nick’s palm as he breathed a noise similar to ‘mhm’. “Let me taste it then, please? Let me show you how much I missed that big dick.”
“Take off your shirt,” the words left Nick’s lips before he even stood up properly. His hands slowly leaving the other man’s hair and neck as he leaned back against the arm of the couch once more. “You have on far too many clothes.”
“Yes sir,” Taylor almost purred, tugging off his shirt and dropping it beside himself. His necklace falling against his bare chest; hanging in the space between his pecs. “Do you want me to take off my shorts too?” he asked, already beginning to untie the string.
“No, those are fine,” Nick hummed, resting one hand behind himself on the couch as he leaned forward. His free hand reaching to shamelessly grope over Taylor’s chest; squeezing soft pecs. His fingers brushing over dark hair there, thumb running over one nipple. “I haven’t seen you like this in a while,” he murmured. “Your partner prefers it shaved, I assume?”
“You really want to talk about him right now, or do you want me to suck your dick?” Taylor half groaned, one hand reaching up to run along the other man’s inner thigh. “I haven’t seen him in a minute,” he added, like deciding he might ought to answer the question. His hand moving up a bit farther, palm pressing into the hardness in the front of those pants, biting into his bottom lip at the feeling of Nick’s fingers on his chest. “What about you? How do you prefer it?”
“This is fine,” Nick replied casually, two of his fingers giving one nipple a little tug. “Not going to stop me from putting my mouth on them.”
“I thought you were straight.”
“Less talking,” Nick nearly sighed, standing back up straight and slipping thumbs into the front of his pants. Pushing them down with one shove that left his cock springing free, almost entirely hard and giving a little bounce as he hooked two fingers into Taylor’s necklace again, tugging him forward roughly. “More sucking.”
Giving a low hum at being pulled forward, Taylor rested one hand on the other man’s thigh, licking over his bottom lip. “Fuck my face?” His eyes moved upward, lashes fluttering in an entirely weaponized way.
A quick nod from Nick set things into motion. Both of Taylor’s hands moving to rest on his thighs; a system they’d set up ages ago, a way for him to ask for a break if he needed it. Though he rarely did, there was something in the air tonight that insinuated he might. Something that only made him more eager to lean forward, wrapping his lips around the tip of the other man’s cock. His tongue slipping under the foreskin within seconds, making little half-circles around the head as he suckled gently. His eyes closing with a vibrating hum at the satisfied exhale it pulled out of Nick. -Who’s hands were currently finding dark curls, fingers tangling into the strands as he moved his palms to support Taylor’s head. One near the base of his neck, the other on the crown of his head. Pushing himself off the arm of the couch, Nick took a step forward, feeling the other man’s tongue flatten against the underside of his cock as he did.
“Good boy,” Nick murmured, voice husky as he began thrusting into that hot willing mouth. At first, it was slow, deep languid movements that seemed to make it a bit harder for Taylor to adjust. He would lean forward, like chasing on each pull back. Both of Nick’s hands having to hold him in place. “Easy, you’ll get more, I’m being nice,” he groaned, fingertips scratching gently in place. “Warming up that throat, letting it adjust before I stretch it out. Treating it like a virgin pussy; we’ve got to get it wet first, don’t we?”
Taylor audibly groaned, but it came out more like a strangled choking sound. His lashes fluttering as his hands squeezed Nick’s thighs so tightly his knuckles began to turn white. Pulling slightly, as if silently asking for more. Eyes opening back up to look up pleadingly, already letting saliva began to drip down his chin. All of which was more than enough for Nick; inhaling deeply as he felt his balls tighten. His hips beginning to move faster, working up to a steady pace that seemed to satisfy the man below him. One of Taylor’s hands moving back and grabbing Nick’s ass, squeezing tightly as he did his best to relax his throat. Each thrust evoking wet sloppy noises that echoed through the room.
As the pace began to quicken, Nick kept his eyes locked on the other man. Partly to ensure that Taylor was handling everything fine, even if he hadn’t called for a halt yet. But he looked to be rather satisfied with how things were progressing. Taking every inch as Nick pressed his head down and held it in place, feeling that throat swallow around his cock as he groaned low and airy. Pleasure creeping up his spine even as he released his grip, letting Taylor pull back enough to breathe. Making sure he heard the familiar wet inhale before moving his hips once more. The sound of his balls hitting the other man’s chin starting to sound more like wet taps than dull padding sounds. Each thrust made everything messier, the stubble on Taylor’s face slick with his own saliva, his cheeks hollowed out while he tried to keep up with sucking despite having his throat invaded repeatedly.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” Nick growled, fingers tightening in dark curls. Feeling himself shudder as he listened to the choking sound that followed his words. “You like that, don’t you? Being called a slut. Sneaking to visit me and getting used only to be sent back home to your man stretched out and leaking? Doesn’t matter if you’ve got someone at home, does it? You know who’s in charge in this room, don’t you? You know who’s going to shoot down your throat. And you’re going to swallow it all and thank me like the desperate little whore you are.”
The words seemed to do something to Taylor, inspire him maybe. Both of his hands sliding to grip Nick’s ass as he pulled the other man closer. Taking that cock down his throat and swallowing against it, his tongue massaging the underside as he held himself in place. That was the part that did something to Nick. If he had to have a defense, it would be that it had been too long. Especially since he’d last seen Taylor. It only took moments before he was reaching his peak, spilling into that warm wet mouth as the other man pulled back just enough to bob his head in place. Low moans reverberating in the back of Taylor’s throat, through his tongue and against Nick’s shaft. Nick’s hips stuttering as he gave a broken groan of his own. Eyes falling shut for a moment as his head instinctively leaned back. His hands loosening in those curls and hips finally falling back, resting on the couch behind him for stability as he focused on keeping his thighs from visibly shaking.
Swallowing hard as he came down from it, Nick inhaled deeply. Shaking fingers carding through Taylor’s hair as he lowered his head back into place, looking downward. “Such a good little cumdump, aren’t you, love? Desperate to get men off.”
Slurping loudly, and somewhat dramatically Taylor pulled back slowly. The dull popping sound of his lips breaking the seal of suction making the other man’s hips jerk slightly. Something that seemed to delight him as he sat back on his heels looking up with wide eyes and measured blinks. His chin lifting easily as Nick leaned down, grabbing his jaw; making him perk up perfectly straight.
“I’m waiting for you to thank me for that load,” Nick spoke breathless, voice still ragged from his orgasm.
There was a brief pause as Taylor hummed, a slight smile on his lips before spitting the contents of his mouth directly into Nick’s face- though he did aim for the lips. “I’m not desperate,” he said, as soon as his mouth was free, “I’m in demand, those are two entirely different things.”
And Nick? He was frozen there for a moment, jaw tightening as he forced himself to breathe through his nose. On one hand, part of him was incredibly aroused; his cock already giving an interested twitch. On the other hand, obviously this clearly deserved some sort of punishment that he didn’t have nearly enough blood in his brain for. But he knew Taylor well enough to know- that was the point. The power play never stopped, the struggle, the misbehaving just enough to end up being punished the exact way he wanted. “Lick it up,” he spoke finally, after several long moments of silence. “Lick my face clean, now.”
“What if I don’t?” Taylor asked, sitting back on his heels. “What are you going to do about it?” An audible grin in his voice, one that was only growing wider by the moment as he watched droplets of white fall off the other man’s chin.
“Oh? Nothing,” Nick shrugged, “I’ll go wash my face and send you back to wherever you’re staying.”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“Wouldn’t I?” Using two fingers to wipe across his lips, Nick held those two fingers in front of the other man as if tempting him. “Shouldn’t matter at all to you, since you’re not desperate. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, showing off with all your other playthings and then coming in and giving me attitude like that. You’ve got your choice of dick, and you think you get to act like a brat with me?”
“You love when I’m a brat,” Taylor pouted, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around those outstretched fingers. He sucked them clean, slowly bobbing his head a few times, before pulling back. He only sat back on his heels long enough for Nick to move his hand, then stretched back up. Carefully beginning to lap at the other man’s face in slow, timed licks.
“Do I? You’re not making it very appealing right now.”
“I’m sorry,” Taylor murmured, and he almost sound like he meant it. His tongue tracing over every wet spot; even tilting his head to the side to lick at any stickiness on Nick’s throat. “I like when you get jealous over me,” he whispered, “But I don’t like when it feels like you’re actually mad at me.”
The words caused Nick’s jaw to tighten instinctively, his hand absent-mindedly reaching up to card through messy curls. He felt Taylor purr against his skin in response, pressing gentle apologetic kisses into the curve of his neck. Leave it to Taylor to somehow make him feel like he was at a disadvantage when he was seemingly in charge of the situation. And that was without even diving into the emotional end of it all. “I’ve never been mad at you, sweetheart,” he said quietly, grabbing a handful of those curls. His hand gently pushing the other man’s head downward, “Sometimes you just need a heavy hand to teach you how to behave,” he added, “Lick it off the floor as well, you made a mess and you have to clean it up.”
“Will you stop being so mean to me once I do?” Taylor asked, despite already licking at any white droplets on the floor. There were only a few, and he gathered them on his tongue, swallowed, then finally sat back up on his heels. Looking up with wide eyes, lashes fluttering quickly once again.
“But sweetheart, you love when I’m mean to you. Do you not want me to be mean to you tonight?” Nick hummed. His tone sincere, fingers moving to card through curls once more. He was trying to think of how many times he’d done that in the last few minutes. Probably far too many, but he didn’t know exactly how else to comfort Taylor, it had never really been necessary while the two of them were playing; only afterward. “Hm? Try telling me what you want.”
“Oh.” Something about the way Taylor shifted in place insinuated that he hadn’t thought this far ahead. Like he really didn’t expect to get to this point. “I mean, I still want you to be mean to me, but in a fun way.”
“And what does that look like, love?”
“Uhm, I guess kind of the same way, but you….” Taylor paused, sighing a little. “I don’t know, you feel mad. Like you’re jealous or something and you’re like…holding back? I don’t want you to do that, if you’re jealous be jealous. Fuck the shit out of me, but don’t…be cold just to punish me or whatever. Just punish me with your dick instead, you know like a normal guy?”
“Like a normal guy,” Nick replied with a sneer, nodding. “Right, that sorts it,” he teased, but then hummed quietly. “I am jealous, didn’t think you’d be into that though. Isn’t the whole point of what we do sort of…anti-jealousy? I mean, we’ve been at this for a while and I’ve been well aware you’re going home to someone else.”
“Yeah, but normally you’re kind of confident in it,” Taylor grinned, “Like you know you fuck better, I think part of you kind of loves being a homewrecker,” he added with a wink.
Rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically, Nick shook his head, “You make it sound so glamorous, thank you.”
“No, I mean, it’s hot when you do that,” Taylor explained, “Like really hot, when you’re comfortable with it. You don’t pretend it’s something it’s not, we’re just two people who are really horny about each other and doing something about it together.”
“I am comfortable with it,” Nick agreed, “I’m pretty horrible,” he hummed, sounding marginally playful. He didn’t dare to explain any further, go into the fact that he’d take what he could get, and he was comfortable with it as long as he wasn’t at risk of losing that little bit. “Stand up then, let’s get the rest of those clothes off. We’ve got things to do, you’ve not had anything big enough to stretch you out for me recently, have you?”
Noticeably shuddering, Taylor got to his feet, shaking his head as he broke into a wide grin. “No, you’re gonna have to open me back up again. What was it you said? Send me back home stretched out and dripping? Yeah, you’re gonna need to do that.” He was already pushing off his shorts, then boxers, and despite the fact he’d been so pouty minutes ago it was worth noting he was entirely hard; rock hard. His hands quickly reaching over to tug the other man’s shirt off, tossing it aside as he almost laughed, sounding awestruck. “God damn, look at you,” he whispered, taking a moment to let his eyes roam over muscled form. “It’s a shame I didn’t get to see you before you had to cut some of it, you’re so fucking big, you look like you could throw me through a bed frame.”
“I could have, and I still can,” Nick replied, stepping closer so the two men were toe to toe. “Do you know what to do with all of this, hm?” he asked, lips slowly pulling into a grin of his own.
At first, Taylor didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes simply explored; one hand reaching out as he let his fingertips graze over warm soft skin. Tracing pronounced collarbones and rounded shoulders, the dips and grooves of muscle there. He smiled while following along visible veins, lighting up as he let curious fingers give one wide bicep a squeeze. Then back to Nick’s chest, leaning in closer and pressing a kiss to the rounded pec. His opposite hand moving to brush over toned stomach, his thumb slipping into the indent of hipbone, running down low into the other man’s pubic area. Taylor’s own breathing shuddered as he stopped to let his eyes wander farther, taking a moment to visually explore thick thighs before he looked back up. “Yeah,” he announced finally, “Fuck yeah, I know what to do with all of that,” he assured before tilting his head and biting into one taut bicep muscle. He groaned against the skin at the sound of Nick hissing in response and fingers finding his curls once again. “Sorry,” he whispered once his teeth had released. Gently kissing the spot before he drug his lips back toward the center of focus. “I remember your nipples being sensitive before all this,” he mumbled, seemingly distracted by that muscular chest as opposed to lifting his head entirely upright. “Are they more sensitive now?
“Yeah,” the answer was hoarse, mostly in anticipation. But moments later the feeling of Taylor’s tongue sent a shudder through Nick. His head falling back as he inhaled sharply, biting back a groan as soft lips wrapped around one of his nipples. The prickle of facial hair making him tug the curls his fingers were already buried in. “Fuck, that’s nice,” he whispered, his cock giving a twitch as the other man hummed against sensitive skin. One of Taylor’s hands moving up and brushing a thumb over the nipple his mouth wasn’t tending to, fingers squeezing that pec gently. That was enough to pull a low groan out of Nick, swallowing hard and breathless as his free hand found Taylor’s waist, gripping it tightly. “Pretty sure you could make me come like that if you kept it up long enough.”
“That’s so fucking hot. I kind of wish mine were that sensitive, like it feels good but not that good,” Taylor panted, lifting his head up finally. “You still like my tits even though I didn’t shave?”
“Absolutely,” Nick nodded, “I think you should let me fuck them.” He expected a little resistance, maybe some kind of comment, but not an immediate nod. “You into that idea?”
“Yeah, if you want to go crazy and lay me on the edge of the bed, I can eat your ass while you do it.” Taylor offered.
“Mn, pass, but lovely offer. You’re not being very bratty right now, you know?” Nick hummed, “Let’s go to the bed though,” he added, taking one step froward. His hand reaching back and hooking fingers into Taylor’s necklace; leading the other man along that way.
“You’re being really hot right now, makes me wanna be obedient. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do to me.”
“Oh, I’m going to do awful things to you,” Nick purred, stopping about halfway to the bed.
There wasn’t really a long enough pause for Taylor to respond to that, not before Nick turned and picked him up. Tossing him up in his arms and throwing the other man over his shoulder. It resulted in a rather sharp almost yelp from Taylor who immediately broke into a squirm. Trying to gain some leverage by pushing his palms against Nick’s back, his legs flailing against nothing. Until Nick’s free hand came down heavy, smacking that rounded vulnerable ass, causing the man slung over his shoulder to just sort of go limp.
“Oh, okay,” Taylor finally murmured. “This is a thing that’s happening.” He stilled long enough for Nick to begin walking before stretching both of his arms straight, using his fingers pressed together to tap on the other man’s ass. Back and forth one cheek then the other, quite like he was playing drums. “Are you sure you don’t want to let me eat your ass? It looks like it got bigger. It’s just this fat for nothing?” Anything else he might have said was interrupted by another surprised noise as he was tossed back onto the mattress. Bouncing slightly in place before sitting on his elbows, instinctively spreading his thighs.
“We’re you trying to be annoying?” Nick asked, walking to the bedside table and grabbing a bottle of lube, opening it and already beginning to slick up his shaft. “Come here, sit on the edge, push your tits together.”
Regardless of any pretense, Taylor was quickly scooting to the side of the bed. His legs hanging off as he rested both feet on the floor. Both hands finding his pecs and pushing them together to create makeshift cleavage, looking up through thick lashes as the other man stepped closer. “I’m not annoying, I’m fun, and you’re mean and grumpy.”
“Mn, shouldn’t that like activate your daddy issues or something?” Nick asked, despite stepping into the gap of spread thighs. One hand holding his shaft as he shifted his hips just enough to push up between the other man’s pecs. Taylor’s interlocked fingers providing the perfect tight space for him. Biting into his bottom lip as he tangled his free hand into dark curls and tugged tightly.
Gasping out at the feeling of that hard cock against his chest, Taylor’s breathing noticeably hitched as his hair was pulled. Lashes fluttering while he looked up with a hungry expression, “I don’t have daddy issues,” he whispered, “I just like older men. Shame you’re not older.”
“Sure,” Nick replied neutrally. “You look good with a dick between your tits.” His hand leaving the base of his cock to rest on Taylor’s shoulder. “Stay just like that, love. Be a good little toy for me to play with.”
It was incredibly easy to thrust upward between Taylor’s pecs. They were full enough to provide cushion at the sides, the divot of his chest bone creating the perfect slot for someone’s cock. Long fingers interlocked and bridging across his chest to make one snug little canal. The lubricant was more than enough to keep things fluid, slick against warm soft skin, the hair dusted along soft skin only adding extra sensation. All of this was without going into the way Taylor performed. Each push of hips eliciting an airy noise from him; quiet moans, little pants, his lips falling open and trembling in a blissed-out way. He even, presumably intentionally, let his eyes roll back while those noises vibrated in his chest.
“Yeah, baby, fuck those tits,” he encouraged, tilting his chin down, fighting against the pull of his hair. Then spitting a long string of saliva, letting it drip between his pecs, adding extra slickness to the cock sliding back and forth between them. It was like Taylor was a goddamn porn star.
“You like showing off, don’t you?” Nick grunted, jerking the other man’s head back into place by his hair. His gaze locked on those parted lips and flushed cheeks. “Open your mouth.” The order resulted in instant obedience, lips parting wider, tongue half out as dark eyes focused on Nick’s face as he leaned forward. This time he was the one spitting, dripping saliva onto that waiting tongue and watching the way Taylor closed his mouth and swallowed.
“Thank you, Nick, can I have more?” Taylor asked, like he didn’t feel the way the cock between his pecs throbbed in response.
“Mhm, open.”
Once again, Taylor’s mouth fell open, tongue half out as he stretched his neck up. Closing his lips and swallowing as soon as Nick spit onto his tongue. It was enough to break even the strongest man, Nick was confident, and he was not a strong man. Stepping back carefully, he swallowed hard and grabbed the bottle of lubricant once more.
“Lay back, it’s time to open you up. Just stay there, put your feet on the edge of the bed.” Nick instructed with a little wave of his hand. “I’m confident if I don’t get my cock inside of you in the next ten minutes, I’m going to do something drastic.”
“Well, I’m definitely not going to complain about that,” Taylor replied, already falling back onto the mattress. Placing the soles of his feet on the edge of the bed and scooting a bit closer, legs spread wide so there was plenty of room for him to be touched. “I can do it if you want it to go faster.”
“No, I’ll handle it,” Nick replied, while getting a bit of lube on the tips of his fingers. He pressed two of those fingers between the other man’s cheeks, massaging the tight hole there. Applying the slightest pressure against the muscle. “I want to feel you squeeze my fingers like you’ve been aching for it.”
A sharp gasp cut through the brief silence as those two fingers pushed into Taylor. Making his head tilt back onto the mattress, chin in the air as he did immediately clench against Nick’s fingers. Hissing through his teeth as his lashes fluttered, feeling an intense pressure against his prostate. “Fuck,” he whispered, “You been practicing, baby?” his voice was low and ragged despite a clear effort to keep it even. “Maybe I have been aching for it, that feels so fucking good.”
Instead of replying to that, Nick slipped to his knees, free hand running up the back of the other man’s thigh before wrapping around the base of his cock. Silently, he leaned forward, carefully angling Taylor’s length toward his face and wrapping his lips around the tip. He sucked hard, bobbing slowly in place, cheeks hollowed out as his fingers curled inside that tight heat. Lashes fluttering at the sounds of sharp moans that instantly followed. His ring finger tracing around the hole his other two were presently invading. Feeling a hand try and fail to tangle in his short hair before just resting on the back of his head.
“Fuck,” Taylor hissed, his thighs noticeably trembling in place. The hand he’d rested on the back of Nick’s head applying just the slightest amount of pressure. “You missed me too, huh? Sucking my dick while you open me up; were you hungry for it, baby?”
Humming in something like an affirmative noise, Nick let his eyes flicker upward; immediately thankful that he wasn’t actually inside of Taylor when their eyes met. Leaning up on one elbow, teeth digging into his bottom lip, dark eyes half-lidded and hungry; he looked sinful. The palm on the back of Nick’s head pressing a little harder, and he complied, taking in a bit more each time he dived downward, letting that cock hit the back of his throat. Each time he’d gag slightly against it, but every sputter and heave, no matter how small, pulled praise from Taylor’s lips. Quiet encouragement of ‘just like that’ or ‘that’s so good, baby’ in a voice that could only be described as wrecked.
The third finger slipping inside of Taylor resulted in a strangled groan as Nick watched his head fall backward, lips hanging open in a low sound. It was like he was purring, his fingertips gently scratching at the back of Nick’s head as his opposite hand tangled into the sheets. His thighs shook, more than trembled, almost vibrated as those three fingers pressed into his prostate while the other man gagged against his cock. “Fuck, baby, fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “Nobody does me like you do. You get me off like it’s your fucking job. Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”
Normally, Nick would have rewarded the begging with something, but not today. Slowly he pulled his head up, allowing the other man’s cock to pop free before using the hand that had been holding it to swat the back of Taylor’s thigh. “Don’t come, I didn’t tell you that you could come. You didn’t even ask permission.”
A sound that was both frustrated and amused came in response. Taylor breaking into a breathless laugh as his torso dropped back into the mattress, “You’re such a bitch,” he exhaled. “I didn’t say I was going to bust.”
“No, but I felt you squeeze my fingers like you were about to.”
“I might have done that on purpose.”
“But you didn’t.” Standing up, Nick let his fingers carefully slip out of the other man before grabbing a towel from the bedside table. It had been there for the past few hours, waiting for this moment and what followed. He wiped his fingers clean before using the back of his hand to give Taylor’s thigh short fast little swats. “Hands and knees.”
Rolling his eyes, Taylor complied, flipping over to his hands and knees. His calves hanging off the side of the bed as he arched in place, sinfully so, his torso flat against the mattress. He crossed his arms, resting his cheek on them as his knees slid a bit farther apart. Ass impossibly perched up and rounded; slick between his cheeks and terribly inviting. “I give you one compliment, and you go and get all demanding on me.”
“I thought I was your rough boy,” Nick hummed, stepping into place behind Taylor, between those calves. His hand resting on the other man’s back and pushing downward until the two of them were better lined up. Opposite hand taking hold of his shaft as he brushed the tip of his cock between slightly spread cheeks. He tilted his chin down and spit a long string of saliva, watching it land in the divide, using his own cock to ‘wipe’ it downward. “Push back on it.”
“Rough doesn’t mean you get to boss me around,” Taylor grumbled, while actively pushing himself backward. Inhaling sharply as the tip of that cock popped into him, his lashes fluttering at the initial stretch, biting back a low moan.
“No?” Nick asked casually. The hand he’d been resting on Taylor’s back moving to grab a hip instead. Giving one hard tug and shoving himself deep, bottoming out with a satisfied sigh of his own. Jaw tightening and eyes closing as he listened to the man beneath him cry out before cursing quietly. “Have you got another boy for ordering you around then?” he asked. Both hands taking hold of the other man’s hips, instantly beginning to thrust at a merciless pace. Quick long pushes that made dull clapping sounds as his hips snapped against Taylor’s ass with each movement, his fingers digging into warm skin. “Did I get knocked down a peg in the roster?”
“I know you’re trying to make me banter with you about it or something, but jokes on you, I fuck you to get fucked this hard,” Taylor gasped out, shifting his arms for stability, grabbing fistfuls of sheets. “If I didn’t want to walk out of here with my guts aching, I wouldn’t be in here. I like you being jealous; you fuck harder like that.”
Sneering, Nick let one hand give the curve of Taylor’s ass a rather hard smack. “Of course you do, love,” he almost purred, hand staying in place, kneading and squeezing tender skin. His hips not slowing their pace or relaxing on the depth of his thrusts. “I bet you tell us all that, don’t you? I bet you know what each man needs to hear to give you exactly what you want, don’t you?” The hand that had been resting on Taylor’s hip moved up, tangling into dark curls and pulling his head back far enough to earn a strained groan. “So, tell me what I need to hear. Do any of them give it to you this deep? Does your man back home fuck you hard enough to make it ache the way you like? Does he know what a little whore you are for me?”
“Shit,” Taylor panted, swallowing hard as his breathing became audibly more ragged. “What do I get if I tell you what you want to hear? Are you gonna nut way too fast? Because I don’t want you to stop yet.” His voice was playful despite the broken moans and gasps for air. The hoarseness from having his head pulled back only making his voice deeper, tone languid and more teasing.
Sighing heavily with feigned annoyance, Nick released those curls with a little shove forward. Stepping back and slipping out of the other man, he gave Taylor’s ass another hard slap, “Get up, come on.” He managed to not look behind himself as he walked, only listening for the sound of feet hitting the ground as he walked to the sliding glass door of his room. Pushing back the curtains to reveal the open night sky.
The skyline blazed with city lights and stars, casting a silvery glow through the balcony door. Moonlight spilled over the edge of the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, ethereal shimmer. Reflections danced across the glass, making the interior feel both exposed and intimate, as if the whole world outside was quietly watching. Spraying sparkling light along the floor, shadows flickering up as Taylor stepped up. His body quickly becoming what seemed like the focal of it all; like a spotlight on just how surreal he looked. Brown skin taking on a delicate blue as moonbeams bounced off the ocean in the distance. His cock standing in a proud way that begged attention, tip shining with precum. Even the way long curls fell in his face and now painted silhouettes on his cheeks.
“Are you going to fuck me on the balcony?”
“On the balcony? That sounds awfully egregious, doesn’t it?”
Taylor shrugged, “Egregious, really? You got a thesaurus up your ass? Is that why you’re not letting me touch it?” he asked, reaching out a hand to make a quick grab at the other man’s behind, only to have his hand swatted away. The little tap to his wrist immediately making a frown pull onto his face as he stepped closer. This time his hand moved slower, more determined, grabbing a handful of Nick’s bottom with a defiant sort of huff, squeezing gently. “Also, I’m pretty sure you used that word like forty percent wrong.”
“What? No, I didn’t. Are you having a nice time, by the way? With my ass?”
“Yeah, you did, and yeah, I am. It definitely got fatter; you should let me eat it.”
“Well, I could do that,” Nick hummed, “Or I could do what I planned and press you against the balcony window and fuck you.”
“Are you giving me a choice, and if you are, can I choose both?” Taylor asked, lips spreading into a mischievous little grin. “If you want to convince me that you aren’t mad at me and you love when I’m a bratty little slut, you’ll say yes,” he almost sung the words, each syllable drawn out and floaty.
“Fuck you, you are such a demon,” Nick sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Yes, you can choose both.” He’d have liked to tell himself that he was caving because of that glimmer in dark eyes, like a hopeful child whose dreams he couldn’t bring himself to crush. Because the reality that he was that invested in making sure Taylor got whatever he wanted was much more dangerous.
“God, you love me, you love me so bad it makes you look stupid,” Taylor hummed, his voice playful as he moved his hand to the other man’s lower back. “Okay, come here, bend over the edge of the bed,” he instructed, guiding Nick to the foot of the bed and gently pushing him over it. “I’m even going to get on my knees again for you, isn’t that so nice of me?” he asked, while slipping onto his knees. Both hands already running up the back of wide thighs, squeezing slightly before resting on perky cheeks. Leaning in, he bit into tender skin, leaving a bright red mark in his wake before kissing toward the center. “Anyone ever done this to you before?”
“I’d prefer not to answer that,” Nick replied, though the way his voice shook probably already answered it for him. “But yes, very sweet of you to get on your knees for me, darling. Very good boy.”
“I know you’re trying to be a dick,” Taylor began as he spread those cheeks apart, “But yeah, I am a fucking good boy; the best.”
Any chance of a reply to that comment was quickly cut short as Taylor leaned in, his face pressed between those cheeks as his mouth found the hole between them. Licking a few times before he began alternating with tongue-y kisses. Groaning quietly against sensitive skin as his hands kneaded the other man’s ass. His lashes fluttering and eyes closed while he pressed his face even tighter into place, gently shaking his head from side to side. The sensation making Nick’s fingers curl into the sheets he was laying against while his cock gave a noticeable twitch. His cheeks flushing deep pink as he felt his rim flutter beneath the languid sloppy kisses Taylor was laying there. The pleasure was offset by the scratching of stubble against his skin. He could imagine feeling it tomorrow; the subtle lasting sting of irritation, reminding him exactly what had transpired the night before. But he’d take anything to be left with a trace of his time with Taylor.
“You taste so fucking good,” Taylor mumbled, his breath hot against Nick as he spoke. “Does that feel good, baby? You like it more than you thought you would?”
“It’s… nice.” Nick’s voice was strained, caught between a groan and something higher pitched than he thought acceptable. “I’m…glad you like it,” he added, reaching one hand back and running his fingers through long curls before tugging lightly. “That’s it,” he panted, trying to sound more confident, “Get your tongue in my ass.”
That order seemed to work for Taylor, who happily pressed his face impossibly closer between those cheeks. His tongue lapping and applying pressure with what seemed like endless hunger. Moaning quietly, causing a light vibration against the sensitive muscle that he was currently working. Both of his hands moving up to squeeze Nick’s ass, pressing each side together quite like he intended to smother himself there. All of which did nothing to help the way that Nick’s fingers tugged at the sheets, or how his teeth dug into his bottom lip. The feeling of Taylor’s hand sliding around his hip and taking hold of his cock, beginning to stroke slowly, was almost maddening. Electricity running through his thighs, down to his toes, as he became hyperaware of his cock throbbing as his hole clenched against nothing beneath Taylor’s tongue.
“Cath I puh on finther in?” Taylor mumbled, muffled against spit slick skin, “Pleath?”
Groaning quietly, Nick’s hand pulled the other man back by his curls, “Say it again,” he instructed, his own voice breathless and strained, “Without your mouth full, like a good boy.”
“Can I put one finger in?” Taylor panted, “Please? Just one finger? I promise, baby, you’re gonna love it, and I won’t ask to put two in. You know I’m not willing to make the effort to top you. Come on, please?”
“Flattering,” Nick deadpanned. “Fine, one finger. Just for a bit,” he conceded, “Do you want me to switch positions?”
“Mhm,” sitting back on his heels, Taylor straightened his spine up a bit. One hand wrapping around his own cock and stroking in a slow, lazy sort of way. “Yeah, lay on your back, legs back, the edge is good here though, I can stay on my knees.”
Before he spoke, Nick stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, let himself flop backward, and pulled his legs back. Arms hooked behind his knees in a way that he’d had more than enough practice doing on screen, but right now it certainly felt more daunting. “You know, you telling me to do that while stroking yourself off like that doesn’t inspire a load of confidence in the ‘just one finger’ bit.” That might have managed to have the bite he intended had he not been looking at the ceiling while he said it.
“Shut up,” Taylor replied, leaning forward and using both hands to spread the other man’s cheeks. He spit against his mark with perfect aim, before using two fingers to gently massage the slickness over that muscle. “We both know you don’t think you’re hot enough for me to make that much effort.”
There wasn’t much of a response had for that, partly because it was true; though until this moment, he’d had no idea Taylor’s versatility was based on an attractiveness and effort scale. The other half of him was too busy being distracted as he felt one finger slip into him. It was more slender than one of his own, but he didn’t exactly have any comparison in this specific circumstance. The sensation wasn’t uncomfortable, or painful, just…different. His body relaxed on its own within a few moments, and he felt himself clench against that one finger, biting into his bottom lip as it curled inside of him- searching.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Taylor whispered, sounding almost in awe. Leaning forward and spitting where the two of them met, beginning to pump his finger slowly in place. “You think you can take two?”
“You’re already going back on the ‘just one’ thing?”
“Relax, it’s not going to hurt,” Taylor purred, his index finger tracing around that tight rim, “Please? Just two. I promise this time for real. I mean, I won’t do it unless you say yes, but please say yes? It’ll be easier for me to find your prostate.”
“Fine, two. Just two,” Nick managed, his voice only slightly unsteady. “Though I don’t particularly believe that you’re going to find my-ohmyfuckinggod.” Breaking into a gasp before he finished speaking, his breathing hitched, hips jerking on reflex as he was suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure. Eyes shutting tightly as his jaw clenched, teeth gritting together as he tried to breathe without moaning. Hands gripping the backs of his thighs so tightly that his knuckles turned white; every curl of Taylor’s fingers making light spots twinkle behind his eyelids. “Fuck,” he hissed, “No wonder you like it so fucking much.”
Taylor giggled- he honest to god fucking giggled; much to Nick’s dismay. “God, you’re so fucking cute sometimes,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees, wrapping his free hand around Nick’s cock. His hand slowly stroking up and down as he watched precum bead at the tip. Fingers massaging into that sweet spot with slow languid pumps. “You’re taking it so well, baby. Look at you, fingers in your ass, and you’re enjoying them,” he purred, leaning his head down and wrapping his mouth around the other man’s cock. Sucking hard at the tip, his tongue snaking out to slip under the foreskin, teasing just like he had been earlier in the evening.
“Shit, fuck,” Nick gasped, the words sounding like they physically pained him. His hips jerking slightly, no matter how hard he tried to keep them down. Feeling his cock throb as he clenched against those fingers. “Stop, stop,” he panted, “Fucking stop it, I’m going to come if you don’t.”
Pulling back slowly with an audible pop, Taylor hummed, licking at his lips as though he’d just finished a delicious meal. “You don’t want to come? Is two the limit tonight?” he asked, slipping his fingers out of the other man carefully.
Exhaling deeply as he lowered his legs, Nick pulled himself into a sitting position only moments later. He seemed infinitely more in control now, shocking for someone who’s thighs had been on the verge of visibly shaking. One of his hands ran through dark curls before tangling there and pulling Taylor’s head back hard; exposing that long delicate throat. His eyes locked on the way the other man’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, the muscles pulsing as his jaw moved. “I don’t want you to have something to hold over my head the next time I get you off incredibly fast and get all condescending about it.”
“I could still hold that over your head,” Taylor grinned.
“You could, and I’m sure you will, because you’re a brat. But then, like always, like now…I know exactly how to get you back in line,” Nick replied casually, standing up, and pulling the other man to his feet by those curls. He hummed with a satisfied smile hearing the way Taylor hissed at the feeling; muttering complaints about the roughness. “Hush, you love being manhandled,” he almost purred, feeling much more comfortable with the current dynamic. It felt like what normally happened between them: Taylor behaving like a wet kitten until he got what he wanted.
Even as Nick pushed him against the glass door to the balcony, Taylor grunted disapprovingly. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Nick cooed, one hand resting on the back of the other man’s neck; keeping him flush against the glass. His free hand raising up to his lips before he spat on them- intentionally audible. Now slick fingers reaching down and pushing into Taylor, two curling inside of him without hesitation. “So much complaining, when I know all you want is your prostate bruised.”
Groaning in a low, satisfied way, Taylor pushed himself back toward those fingers. “Yeah, you fuck better when I rile you up,” he panted, tone honest.
“Fucking brat,” Nick hissed through gritted teeth. The hand on the back of Taylor’s neck pressing tighter, so the other man’s cheek was pushed against the glass. Tilting his arm downward, pressing his elbow into the curve of Taylor’s spine, “Stay where I fucking put you,” his wrist twisting in place. Pressing his thumb roughly into the tender skin of Taylor’s perineum before shoving that hand forward. The sudden jab and the control he now held literally between his fingers making Taylor’s hips press back against the glass. “There we go, good boy,” Nick praised raggedly, his fingers massaging along warm soft inner walls with a pressure that wasn’t exactly gentle.
There was enough space between them that Nick had a view of everything he was doing to the man in front of him. The way long lashes fluttered, how breath fogged up the glass, and how Taylor’s cock was beginning to drip precum down the door. It was absolutely perfect, intoxicating; Nick needed more.
“Do your little playthings touch you like this?” Nick asked, voice still hoarse and husky with arousal. “Do they make your pretty cock leak? Hm?” He paused, only to twist his fingers inside of the other man, curling them into that sweet spot and rubbing it relentlessly. “Can they handle you like I can?” His hand on the back of Taylor’s neck gently squeezed at the sides, as if trying to inspire an answer. “Or do they just let you take what you want instead of giving you what you need?”
Despite every shift of those fingers pulling another moan out of Taylor, he chuckled in a low tone. One hand resting against the door as his opposite hand reached back and grabbed Nick’s hip; like it might anchor him in place. “Anyone who knows how to fuck makes me wet, you should know that, baby,” he goaded, teeth dragging over his bottom lip as he inhaled deeply. “But if they’re my playthings, what are you?”
That stung, and Nick knew it was supposed to, but it did more than it should have. His jaw tightened slightly as he stepped closer, pressing himself against the back of Taylor. Fingers beginning to move much more quickly now, working back and forth, almost jabbing them into that sweet spot. “I don’t know, Taylor, tell me. What am I?” he whispered in a voice that sounded almost dangerous. Hard cock pressing against that soft ass like a fucking threat; and he meant it.
“You’re the guy who’s about to make me nut all over this window, knuckle deep in my ass,” Taylor groaned, lashes fluttering as his lips fell open; a small part hanging invitingly between them. “Then you’ll probably do something hot but humiliating like make me lick it clean.”
“Wrong,” Nick answered flatly. His fingers instantly slipping out of the other man before giving Taylor’s ass a hard smack. “You’re not going to come without my dick buried in this slutty fucking ass,” he growled; grabbing a handful and squeezing for emphasis.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” Taylor groaned, his head falling forward, hitting the glass door with a light thud. “Every time you do something that feels good you stop right when it gets really good. It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”
“Well, I am,” Nick confirmed casually. “But that was just a bit of light teasing, now I’m really going to torture you, come here.” As he spoke, one of his hands already moved to grip Taylor’s waist, pulling him to step back from the door. “Sit with me,” he added, slipping down to his own knees, leaning back on his heels and patting his knees, “Right here.”
Glancing back over his shoulder, Taylor arched a questioning brow. But clearly, his cock was much too hard for him to actually be difficult about it. “Do you mean sit on your lap, or sit on your dick? ‘Cause I feel like you mean sit on your dick.”
“Yes, well, you’ve always been a very smart boy, haven’t you Taylor?”
“That sounds condescending.”
“It might be, but I do think you’re very smart,” Nick almost purred, his hand resting on the other man’s hip as Taylor got onto his knees. Leaning his head forward he spit onto his own shaft, slicking it up with his free hand. “That’s it, just like that, you’re doing so well.” His tone was low and encouraging as he held his shaft in place, guiding Taylor to sit on his lap.
Both men groaned in unison at the feeling of Nick’s cock slipping back into that tight heat. His tip breaking the seal of tight muscle and sliding deeper as Taylor sat back- flush on Nick’s lap. They sat on their knees, Nick’s hands running along the other man’s sides and up over his chest. Palms and fingers splayed out over Taylor’s pecs, shamelessly squeezing as he pulled him closer. Taylor’s back naturally relaxing into Nick’s chest, head lulling back and resting on a strong shoulder.
“That’s it,” Nick almost purred, tilting his head so that his lips ghosted the curve of exposed throat. He pressed slow full-lipped kisses there, his thumbs teasing hardened nipples as his cock throbbed inside of the other man. “So obedient, such a good boy, letting me play with you like this,” he sounded almost dreamy, inhaling deeply as he listened to low pleasured hums float out of the man in his arms. “How about a bit more stimulation, hm?”
Without waiting for an answer, Nick’s hand began to slide down Taylor’s body. Fingers sliding over the bumps of muscle and bone, through body hair, until he wrapped them around the hardened cock between Taylor’s thighs. Stroking once slowly, squeezing as he did; a teasing prefatory tug that earned a soft hiss.
“Now, we’re going to play a little bit of a game,” Nick began, “But the secret is that if you’re a good boy, you’ll get exactly what you want. I’m going to leave my hand right here, and I don’t want you to touch anything but me.” His hand gently pinched the tip of that cock between two fingers; as if to draw attention to the placement of his palm. “So, reach back, put your hands on my hips, and then fuck my fist; just like it’s your own. Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.”
One word whispered breathless and needy was the only answer that Taylor bothered to give. Beginning to thrust forward into Nick’s palm, only for his hips to immediately jerk. Biting into his bottom lip as his head stayed back, throat exposed as his lashes fluttered. Mouth falling open moments later in lingering low moans and hot panting. He was clearly somewhat overstimulated despite not having had an orgasm. Pushing his hips forward, then pulling back, sinking onto Nick’s cock. Making a strangled noise as it situated deep inside of him, leaning up and mewling at the feeling of the tip of his cock breaking the seal of Nick’s fingers.
“Is that nice, hm?” Nick purred, tilting his head to the side to press slow kisses along that exposed throat. His free hand moving over the front of Taylor’s body, squeezing full pecs, teasing nipples, even dragging short nails over rippling abs. “You look so fucking pretty trying to decide if you want my cock deep in your ass or to fuck my fist. Which are you trying to chase, baby?” he asked in a low voice.
“Uhuh,” Taylor panted, his hips stuttering as his body clearly tried to decide which sensation to lean into. “Dunno..” he mumbled, shuddering slightly in place, “Feels so fucking good…want you to fuck me.” As he spoke, his body tensed and relaxed repeatedly. Straining against pleasure as muscles rippled under the other man’s touch. Moaning out at every slight movement.
“Beg.” The word was flat, short and one syllable, leaving no room for argument or disagreement.
But it didn’t really seem as though Taylor needed more than that. He exhaled in a ragged way, hands squeezing the other man’s hips tightly as he rolled his hips forward slowly. His body moving as though he might be trying to regulate the sensations he felt- or stop the way he jerked in place every so often. “Please,” he gasped, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. “Please fuck me, baby. I’m so fucking desperate for you. I want you to pound that tight little asshole so bad. You’re the only one who gives it to me like I need. You know you are. That’s why I keep coming back.” As he spoke, his words shook slightly, thighs seeming to literally vibrate in place. One of his hands released his grip on Nick’s hip, traveling higher, almost a comforting sort of rub along muscled skin. “Please, baby. You’re gonna make me come so hard when you do, and so fast,” he edged, lashes fluttering. “I’ll tell you how much I love that big dick the whole time. Tell how you how good it feels deep in my guts; beg for your load.”
It was an experience to kiss Taylor, to touch him, run your hands over him, press against him, or feel him harden against your hip while he whispered dirty things in your ear. Something about the way he performed during sex made you feel like you were the only person in the world- the sexiest person in the world. Nick had been hooked since the first kiss and hopelessly addicted from the moment he felt those lips tremble against his jaw while lashes fluttered against his cheek. But hearing Taylor beg, that was something different. You had to believe it, because he sounded so goddamn earnest, like maybe he believed it himself. The first ‘please’ made Nick’s breathing hitch, and the filth that followed stirred something in his chest that bordered on being submissive. He wanted to give Taylor whatever he needed, to fulfill every whim; satisfy the most fleeting of urges. There had never really been a chance of him denying Taylor, not like this. Not when the two of them were covered in sweat, still hot despite the cool air in the room; pulses racing and panting hard enough to make ribs ache.
One shove was all that it took to get Taylor off his lap. Pushing the other man onto his hands and knees on the carpet beneath them, Nick’s hands grabbed slender waist and pulled Taylor onto his back. Drunk on the chorus of ‘yes’s that encouraged him as he moved between spread thighs. Both men’s lips falling open as Nick slipped back into that slick hole. His hands taking hold of strong thighs, hooking both knees over his shoulders as he leaned down. Falling to his forearms and hovering above Taylor as he began to move his hips. Slow deep thrusts that made both of them bounce in place, feeling the cock pressed against his stomach immediately dampening his skin.
Tomorrow would be rugburn and an ache that hung in perdition between yearning and fulfillment. But right now, was hot breath on skin, panting, moaning, fingers digging into wide shoulders, and toes curling in mid-air. It was frantic movements and teeth finding skin, clenching muscles, and wet throbbing hunger. It was Taylor: Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Taylor exhaled the words in a breathless groan. His lips dragging against the other man’s jawline as his fingertips clawed through short hair. Eyes rolling back as Nick’s lips moved down his neck. Every airy moan making him squeeze the cock inside of him tighter. “You feel so fucking good. I wanted you to stretch me out so bad, baby. You know just what I want, nobody fucks me like you do. That hole was made for you, baby, made to take that fat dick,” his voice shook with every word; like verging on the edge of a scream that never came.
“Say my name,” Nick whispered, his teeth grazing warm skin. Arms shifting up higher to tangle both hands in dark curls, grabbing fistfuls while he locked his eyes on the darker ones below him. Completely mesmerized by the pleasure painted on Taylor’s face. Those lips hanging open, lashes trembling the same way thighs on his shoulders seemed to, eyes moving under half-closed lids. “I want you to say my fucking name,” that demand was a bit louder, despite his own strained tone. “Tell me you’re always going to come back to this dick, that you’ll never get enough.”
Shuddering in place, Taylor inhaled sharply first, his head falling back into the hands tangled in his hair. “I’m never going to get enough of you, Nick,” he replied without hesitation. “Love that dick so fucking much. Fuck me, Nick, come on, baby. Pound that tight little asshole. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to stretch me out.” Slowly, he leaned up, using his hands on the back of Nick’s shoulders to pull himself closer, until his lips were closer to the other man’s jaw; body bent impossibly tight. “What if I tell you every fuck I had between today and the last time we were together only made me miss this dick more? Because it wasn’t you, Nick.”
“Fuck,” Nick gasped, grunting softly as his head dropped, forehead resting against the dip of Taylor’s shoulder. “You’re going to make me come.” And he didn’t dare allow him to think about the implications of what exactly had been his undoing.
“Wait, not yet, baby.” This time Taylor’s voice did sound something even more genuine than before. Begging that verged on turning into a whimper as his fingers pawed at Nick’s shoulders. “Let me come on that dick first, please? Just a little longer, you can hold it a little longer, right? You’re fucking me so good, baby, please? Don’t stop yet, I don’t want it to be over.”
“You know I can keep going af-”
“Please,” Taylor interrupted, “Please let me come on that dick first, I’ll be so good for you, Nicky. You want to keep being my favorite, don’t you?”
Feeling his jaw tighten instantly at the words, shifting his position so that his hands were on the floor instead of his forearms. Palms moving to rest on the backs of Taylor’s thighs, pushing them down as his hips snapped into place seconds later. Turning his movements from before into a punishing pace, eyes locked on the man beneath. Doing his best to ensure every shove forward was a bullseye into Taylor’s prostate. And if the sounds they were eliciting were any indication, he was doing well. “So, do it then,” he panted, “Show me how much you like it.”
Instead of responding to that, Taylor’s head fell back against the floor as he moaned out in a strangled dry sob. Both hands moving between his own thighs, one wrapping around his own cock and stroking it quickly. The other pressed fingertips into Nick’s stomach, as if weakly trying to lessen the pace some.
“No,” Nick snapped, his hand leaving the other man’s thigh long enough to bat Taylor’s hand away from his stomach. “You wanted it like this, you’re getting it like this,” he growled, replacing his hand back on the empty thigh; keeping both pinned back. “You want to stroke yourself off? That’s fine, but you’re going to let me use this ass however I want. Say thank you, don’t forget to be polite. Didn’t your man teach you better than that? How disappointed would daddy be that you don’t remember your manners when you play with other boys,” he tutted, words slightly stifled by hard panting as he continued that brutal pace.
“T-thank you,” Taylor babbled, lips hanging open in a near silent croak as his eyes visibly rolled back behind his lids.
“For what?” Nick demanded, giving a quick swat to the back of the other man’s thigh between his keeping Taylor pinned in place.
“Th-thank y-you for letting me c-come f-first. A-and…thank you f-for fuc-king my a-ass s-so good..” Taylor gulped out. Whimpering louder, more constantly in a way that seemed to verge on tears. His gasps and hiccups for air sounding like dry sobs; vibrating with each smack of those hips against his skin. “N-Nick…” he began, pausing to whine, “C-can I c-come?” The need bled into his voice, his hand working his cock furiously by this point. Each tug was more haphazard than focused, like he was trying to keep time with Nick’s thrusts but failing miserably.
“Yes, you can,” Nick panted; after all, he wasn’t exactly in a position to say no.
Luckily for him, it only took seconds before Taylor was spilling onto his own stomach and chest. Clenching tightly against Nick, his head falling back as he shuddered against the floor. Hips jerking as he writhed, one hand clawing at the carpet as the other milked the last few drops from his tip. Eyes shut tightly while his lips hung open with constant moans. Streaks of white painted his upper body, pooling in dips of muscle; dampness making the warm brown of his skin seem to shimmer in the moonlight. He was a mess of gasped moans and jerking limbs, teeth biting into his bottom lip as Nick continued to slam into that sweet spot. Too overstimulated to complain as Nick reached his orgasm; simply whimpering at the feeling of warmth flooding into him.
For Nick it was marginally different, both hands resting on the floor, letting those legs fall at his sides as he gave one last deep roll of his hips. Pushing into place and closing his eyes as he felt his balls tighten and pleasure rush through him. His cock throbbing inside of that tight fluttering heat, listening to the mewling noises Taylor made beneath him. His own breathing hot and ragged as he rode it out. “Fuck,” he whispered, panting hard as a stillness fell between the two men. “That was insane.”
“Yeah,” Taylor swallowed hard, “It was. Fuck, baby, I really did miss that dick.” He paused, laughing as one forearm moved up and covered his own eyes. “Worth the rug burn that I’m going to have tomorrow.”
Slowly pulling back, Nick hummed as he tried to carefully slip out of Taylor as gently as possible. “Worth the lack of sleep, I’m going to end up going to set with tomorrow,” he agreed, before turning and flopping onto his back beside the other man, laughing softly. “I missed you too, you know?”
Taylor hummed quietly, opening his mouth to say something with an expression that looked something like affectionate. Instead, his brows snapped up in realization, “Shit, do you have an early call time? I didn’t mean t-”
The sound of Taylor’s phone ringing somewhere in the room stopped whatever might have come next, as the two men locked eyes. Nick’s expression questioning, Taylor’s a bit more sheepish.
“Do I even have to ask who’s calling you?”
“Probably not,” Taylor whispered, “I’ll be right back.”
With truly shocking nimbleness for a man who’d been literally trembling minutes ago, Taylor got to his feet walking over to find his phone buried among discarded clothes. And Nick sighed, head falling back into the carpet as he allowed his limbs to starfish out. He didn’t have to ask who was calling, or what was going to happen immediately afterward. Clearly, he would not be getting any sleep tonight. But he wasn’t going to complain, not when it meant he got to spend the night making Taylor his- pretending, anyway.