They pulled off their sweaters, dropping them to the floor, before Leo pushed King back to sit on the couch. He plopped down, his hard cock straining against his pants as Leo stepped between his spread legs. Handing King the lube, Leo kicked off his shoes, shoved his pants down, and then stepped out of them, remaining in his festive green and red boxer briefs.
King groaned. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He unzipped his pants, pulling out his painfully hard erection as Leo pushed down his underwear, his leaking cock bouncing up against his stomach. “Fuck.”
“Oh yes, please.” Leo straddled King’s lap, took the lube from him, and ripped the packet open. “Give me your hand.”
King did as he was told, holding out his hand so Leo could pour some lube onto his fingers.
“Make it fast because I want you inside me.”
“So bossy,” King teased.
Leo leaned forward, his back arched, ass out. He nipped at King’s jawline. “You love it.”
“You bet I do.” King cupped the back of Leo’s neck and brought him in for a deep, fiery kiss while he prepped Leo’s hole as quickly and gently as possible. Leo palmed their cocks, his slow glide up and down sweet torture.
King finished prepping Leo and growled. With a chuckle, Leo sat up. He bit down on his bottom lip as he slowly sank down until King was buried deep inside him, and he was seated against King’s groin.
“I love you,” Leo murmured against King’s lips.
“I love you too, baby,” King replied as he took hold of Leo’s slender waist. “You ready for this ride?”
Leo smiled wickedly. “Bring it, soldier.”
As much as Leo tried to keep quiet, the way King was pounding his ass made it impossible. Leo threw his head back as he met each one of King’s thrusts, his fingers digging into King’s shoulders. The sound of their bodies smacking together filled the air, along with their moans, groans, and curses.
Sweat dripped down the side of King’s face as he thrust up into Leo. “Fuck, baby. Oh, god, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” Leo gasped, palming his erection and jerking himself off as he bounced on King’s lap, his fair skin flushed pink. King couldn’t resist those wet, kiss-swollen lips, and he pulled Leo close for another kiss as his orgasm slammed into him. His muscles tensed, and he pumped into Leo, his toes curling as he emptied himself inside Leo’s tight heat. Leo cried out as ribbons of come hit King’s chest.
Leo collapsed against him as King finished thrusting, then slowly let himself slip out of Leo. He wrapped his arms around his sweet, beautiful man.
“Thank you, Ward,” Leo murmured, his head on King’s shoulder.
“For what?” King asked, confused.
“For being you, and you’re not allowed to reply anything other than, ‘You’re welcome, sweetheart. I know I’m awesome,’” Leo said, mimicking King’s deep grumble and making King chuckle.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” King said. “I know I’m awesome. You’re awesome, too.”
Leo snickered. He went quiet, and for a moment, King wondered if Leo had fallen asleep.
“My butt’s cold.”
Nope, not asleep.
Leo sat back suddenly and sniffed. “I smell cornbread.”
Definitely not asleep.
King laughed and patted Leo’s hip. “Okay, let’s get cleaned up and get you fed.” Thank goodness the movie room had its own bathroom. Leo grabbed King’s hand and pulled at him, so King planted his feet, not budging. He held back a laugh at Leo’s gasp.
“No! You can’t pull your soldier statue thing. I need you to move before Ace eats all the cornbread.” Leo grabbed King’s hand with both of his and pulled. “King, it’sRed’shoney cornbread that he makes in that iron skillet thing, so it’s both crunchy on the edges and soft in the middle. Men have killed for less!”
King chuckled. “Oh, I’m sorry. You want me to move?”
“Yes!” Leo ran around and pushed King from behind. “Why are you a wall of muscle?”
“I thought you loved my muscle.”
