Gregory raised an eyebrow.
“I’m negative.”
“What if I’m not?” Gregory countered
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s the problem?” Landon pushed his hips forward.
“It’ll hurt,” Gregory warned.
“You know I like it,” he whispered.
Gregory pushed against Landon’s throat and bent him backward onto their half-eaten breakfast plates with no regard. The bacon was still warm, Landon could feel it through the thick material of his robe. He parted his legs and propped his feet on the edge of the table.
Gregory pawed at the bulge between his own legs and traced his finger up the length of Landon’s cock. He palmed Landon’s balls and rubbed tight circles around Landon’s hole. He took his hand back and brought it to his mouth, licking his middle finger from knuckle to tip then resumed the swirl around Landon’s ass, this time pushing inside.
The tease of insertion felt so fucking good Landon wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come with nothing more than half of a finger inside of him. He bore down and took Gregory’s finger to the knuckle.
Gregory fucked him with his spit-soaked middle finger, and then he added another, the friction and the stretch burning at his muscles. Landon’s cock leaked against his stomach and pulsed with every push of Gregory’s fingers.
“More,” he begged.
Gregory’s hand stilled and he looked down at his hand. He hollowed his cheeks and spit, then forced a third finger inside. Landon arched off the table with a shout, then swiveled his hips against Gregory’s hand.
Landon’s eyelids fluttered, and Gregory pulled his cock out of his briefs and jerked himself in time with his pumps into Landon’s ass. He twisted his hand and stroked his fingers against Landon’s prostate, and Landon flailed an arm out to grab the table edge, knocking a plate onto the floor.
Gregory’s fingers were gone, but the blunt crown of his cock was in their place, pressing against his stretched hole. Landon reached up and clawed his fingers toward Gregory’s hips to pull him forward, to pull him in. His eyes were nearly black, dark and consumed with lust. Gregory breached his hole, pushing the tip of his cock through the first, tight ring of muscle with a quick thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” Gregory grunted, stilling himself.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Landon pleaded, fisting his dick while he waited for Gregory to move.
“Not on the kitchen table, you needy bottom. Jesus.”
Gregory’s cock was gone and back in his briefs before Landon had even registered Verity’s voice coming from the entry to the kitchen. Landon thumped his head against the wooden table and groaned, flipping his robe closed over himself and sitting up.
“There’s bacon stuck to your robe,” Verity chided.
Landon glared over his shoulder and Verity just rolled their eyes.
“I didn’t…” Gregory stammered, hands crossed together at the wrists trying to cover his dick.
Verity nodded. “I know. Good to see you, Gregory.”
“I, uh…”
“Hmn?” Verity raised their eyebrows and passed them both by, floating into the kitchen and pouring a mug of coffee for themself.
“You’re being an ass,” Landon huffed, sliding off the table. He grabbed one of Gregory’s hands and pulled him toward the living room.
“The bacon,” Verity reminded him.
Landon dropped Gregory’s hand and discarded the robe on the middle of the kitchen floor then marched out of the room, naked. His cock hurt, his balls ached, and he had a sinking feeling it was going to take a lot of work to convince Gregory to fuck him now that whatever moment they’d had in the kitchen had passed.
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