“What?!”
“Another room, and lube?” Harlow repeated slowly this time. “Preferably a room next to the one we already have. Dangerous criminal inside and all. It would be nice to sleep without him staring. Which reminds me, tell everyone to stay out of that room, would you?”
The man blustered but eventually did give them another room right next to the one holding the dumbass, Rob. He slapped both a set of card keys and some packets of lube on the front desk. Harlow snagged them, shoving the lube packets into his right jacket pocket.
Foxx giggled as he was dragged back the way they came. His giggles stopped the minute he was inside the new room, as Harlow covered his mouth with his. He let the man stay in control for a minute before shoving him back onto one of the beds and climbing on top of him. He ran his hands up the human’s covered chest, just tracing the contours of his hard muscles. He was unbelievably turned on. His cock was uncomfortably trapped in his boxer briefs and trousers. The looks they shared. The things they did. Goddess, he wanted to just touch this man all over.
“Let me be in control this time.”
Harlow licked his lips. There was interest in his light brown eyes, but also hesitation. “In control, how?”
Foxx giggled. “No need to worry about your chastity, old man. I have no interest in your ass. I’m strictly a bottom.”
“Control away, brat.”
Foxx didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled off his clothes in a flash, throwing them to the floor, before settling back down on Harlow’s lap naked, balancing on his knees. Staring down at the sexy man underneath him, he sliced his nails right through his shirt. Revealing a hard muscular chest with a dusting of hair and a trail that led to his crotch.
“Dammit, Foxx, I don’t have many clothes left!”
“Shhhhh.” He laughed, running his hands over the man’s chest. “I’ll replace it. Don’t be a baby.” Licking his lips, he flicked one of the man’s hardened nipples before leaning down and nipping at the bud. Scooting down, he traced his tongue over the large scar that ran right under his left pec, all the way to his right side. At the same time, he reached down and unfastened Harlow’s belt and jeans, pulling his cock free.
Straightening, he moved up and settled back on Harlow’s lap, the man’s erection nestling between his cheeks. He ran his nails over the man’s chest again, marveling at the firmness under his fingers as he rocked against the hard length, drawing a groan from Harlow.
“The strength under my hands, the violence you can do.” Foxx bit his lip, holding back a moan as the visions of what they’d done, the blood and the screams flashed in his head. He shuddered. The fact the human was underneath him, still fully armed, holster on and all…
There had been so many plans in his head when he first pushed Harlow down onto the bed, and they went right out the window now that he had the man’s cock against his ass, the violent visions in his head. Fuck exploring. He could do that later. His body was too hot, too ready right now to spend time on that.
He fished inside Harlow’s right jacket pocket and snagged a lube packet. Tearing it open, he covered his fingers before tossing the wrapper aside and reaching back to wrap his hand around Harlow’s cock. He loved the feel of the man’s hot, hard, silky length in his hand. Foxx jerked Harlow off a few times, before releasing him to spear his own hole. He groaned as he stretched himself open.
Harlow’s eyes were watching him as he did. The man reached up and lightly trailed his fingers over Foxx's chest, circling one of his nipples before flicking it, drawing a gasp from him. He had to say, the man hadn’t touched him much there. They'd had a lot of sex—a lot—and a whole lot of anal sex. But the man had kept his touch mostly to his ass and hole. Even if he had given him some love bites here or there. Foxx hadn’t pushed because he figured Harlow was getting used to the whole having sex with a man thing.
“Does that feel good?” Harlow asked.
“My fingers?”
“No, this?” The human flicked his left nipple again, before rubbing it gently with his thumb.
Foxx arched towards him, moaning. “Yes. I’m sensitive…also just really fucking turned on right now.”
His cock was throbbing painfully, and had been ever since the torture had started.
Harlow’s expression turned thoughtful. “I didn’t realize it would feel good for men as well.”
“Depends on the person and how sensitive they are. I can’t definitively say all men like having their nipples played with.”
“But you do?”
“Mm, I do. But not right now. Right now, I—” He pulled his fingers out of his ass and wrapped his hand around Harlow’s cock, as he lifted himself and lined it up with his hole. “—want this inside me.” He pushed down, moaning as the head breached his tight muscle.
Harlow grabbed onto his hips, humping up, helping push more of his cock inside Foxx.
Foxx slid down Harlow’s length, gasping as he bottomed out. “Goddess, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your size.”
He groaned when Harlow picked him up and then slammed him back down.
“Hey, I’m in charge,” he protested, even as his body trembled in need.
“Then get moving, brat.”
