“So… guard my body… I’m safe with you?” Lashing his tongue on his lips, meeting his eyes. “Am I?”
“Fuck… damn you…” Kissing him, swallowing that small squeal as his hands dug into his hips.
Spencer smiled, clinging to him, walking to the bedroom, blind. “Fuck me… yes…”
Duncan grabbed his jaw to have his eyes as they stood, pressed against each other, hard. “The fuck do you know about fucking?”
“Nothing… show me…” He had grabbed Duncan’s T-shirt, hard. “Show me.” Almost a command there in all that wrath.
“You fuck!” But he kissed him, tumbling on the bed, crawling up to the headboard where Duncan sat.
Spencer straddled him, shedding his silk robe, his top, trembling. He had never been so aroused. So angry, and filled with hate. Hate at himself, at how that man made him feel, how he had crept into his brain in his lonely hours. Meeting his eyes, he pulled Duncan’s T-shirt off, his hands roaming that broad chest. His muscles felt soft, but firm, filled with scars from what he could see in that dim light sifting from outside. Spencer felt Duncan’s fingers dig into his hips so he leant to his mouth and kissed him wide…Ruin you… I will ruin your life…Panting in that kiss, he felt himself leak into his briefs.What the fuck…Searching Duncan’s eyes.
“Oh… you have no plans?” Almost a smile there.
Spencer grabbed his jaw. “I hoped you had some.”
Duncan peeled his hand off. “I don’t know why the fuck you’re here…” Panting too, but he knew he could not push him off him. Not when his hip fit in his hand like a glove.
“I’m here to fuck. Precisely, to fuck you.”
“I don’t like twinks…”
Spencer smiled, leaning down to his mouth. “I’m not a twink…” Kissing, wide, he ground into Duncan’s lap, his own erection torture at this point, feeling how hard Duncan was.I never had a guy like him…A futile thought as Duncan tipped him back, hooking his hands in his boxers. Spencer helped him, squirming free. Watching as Duncan’s eyes raked down his body to his cock.
A surprised rise of his eyebrows. “Uncut?”
Spencer pushed himself up to be close to him. “Yeah…” He palmed Duncan’s cock through his briefs. “Your turn…”
Duncan sat back and pulled them off, his cock springing on his lower abdomen.
Spencer was back on him in an instant. Hovering over him, grazing his hand down his abs to his cock. “Oh, I see we match…”
“Yes…” That small doubt still nagging him that this was fucking wrong on all levels… drenched in lust, lost in those dark eyes.
Spencer leant close, hovering over his lips. “Fuck me…”
“Tsk… you have no clue what you’re asking…”
“Show me then…” He sat on him, their cocks nestling against each other, warm velvet on warm velvet and all of Duncan’s resolve melted.
Melted into his skin, his kiss, his tongue, his hands slid up Spencer’s back, feeling his skin, tasting his taste, laced with weed, that taste blended into Spencer’s mouth, his whole being. Pushing his hand under his hair, cupping his neck as his mouth glided down his neck, his teeth scraping his skin. Spencer mewled, leaning into his mouth, against those hard teeth. Duncan latched on his chest, sucking hard, holding Spencer tight, one hand behind that shivering back. Suckling, his tongue playing on that hard nipple. He had no idea if Spencer had been teased this way, but the sounds coming out of his mouth made him think that this might have been his first time. Untrained, still riding that pleasure laced with pain. Going to his other nipple so he wouldn’t rub him raw, suck it too hard. Grinding against each other, their pre-cum leaking, wetting their skin.
Duncan breathed against Spencer’s chest, feeling his hands clenched in his hair, tight. “Condom?”
“Fuck that.”
Duncan looked at him. “No…”
“I tested for all kinds of shit… and you’re clean…? You are, control freak… so don’t put the rubber between us…please…” Kissing his objecting away, he wanted more. He clenched his hands harder in that dark hair, watching his eyes darken, his lips part. “Please…”
Duncan just sealed his lips and tilted him back on the bed, flipping him over. He leant away enough to fish the lube out ofthe drawer, inwardly blessing himself that he had packed it for his solo play sessions. He grabbed Spencer ass cheek and pulled it away, trickling the lube into his ass crack, drenching him.
Spencer shivered at that cold, looking at him through the mess of his hair as he leant his head on his hands. “So much?”
“I won’t fuck you dry… like that guy in the pool.”
Spencer smirked. “It was wet…”
