His dark eyes above his smile. “May I come in?”
Duncan glanced behind him.
Spencer smiled, mocking. “They’re used to me roaming… so… but lingering outside…?”
Duncan just let him in, fast. Almost expecting Spencer would jump into his arms but he just walked to the sofa and kicked his shoes off, curling up on it.
“I drank but not enough to be drunk. And I smoked but not much.”
“And?” His blood in flames.
Spencer just met his eyes, those sharp lips into his small smile. “And… maybe there’s hope you’d be willing to fuck?”
Duncan walked closer but stopped at a safe distant. “Just… what exactly is this?”
“This?”
“You… showing up here at random and…”
“Wanting to fuck? It’s precisely that.”
“Oh, nice… and what if I don’t want to fuck?”
Spencer scoffed. “Don’t lie.”
Duncan pointed a finger at him. “Because you think you’re so fucking irresistible?”
“I do…” He had poked the tip of his tongue between his lips; his dark eyes filled with that dangerous light.
Duncan turned towards the kitchen. “Well, you’re not. I was about to have dinner, so if you…” Shutting up when that warm body wrapped on his back, his hands sliding on his chest, squeezing.
His breath in his neck. “If I…?”
“… would like to join…” Shutting his eyes at Spencer’s lips wrapping on his pulse, his hands gliding down his body to his cock. Squeezing.
“Can it wait…. Dinner…?”
“We shouldn’t be fucking doing this…”
“Send me away then.” A tiny smile in that warm voice gliding down Duncan’s skin like wild fire.
Shit… I should too…but instead he peeled Spencer’s hands off his body and turned. Turned straight into a kiss as Spencer grabbed his face. Blending together, their hands finding their bodies, hard. Fingers tearing at clothes to find skin and flesh. Pulling them off, as they waltzed to the sofa where Spencer just fell back and dragged Duncan on top of him. Kissing, wide, their clothes gone, those raging erections trapped together between their abs.
Duncan looked into those feral eyes. “The bed?”
“Too far…” Locking his lips on his, wild, a primal urge there Spencer had never known, not with his girlfriends, ever, or his occasional kissing and petting partners.
Panting softly, they pressed their foreheads together to calm a bit, maybe trying to think.Send him away. Now.But Spencer felt too good under him, too damn good, his legs laced around his waist. Duncan just kissed him again, rocking his hips against him, pushing him into the sofa with each thrust. Their cocks gliding on each other, trapped between them, their precum just making it even easier to slide, skin on skin, warm.
Spencer blinked up at him, lost in that mounting pleasure. “We don’t fuck?”
“We do…” Duncan stroked Spencer’s hair back. “I won’t ram your ass dry… If you don’t mind…”
“So…” Floating a bit on his thrusts, he tightened his legs around Duncan’s waist, lost a bit in his eyes too. Their lips, close, but they didn’t touch, just hovering, breathing softly as they rocked in each other’s arms.
Spencer was lucid enough to have that mounting panic at how it made him feel, to be under that man, to feel his pleasure soar like a golden tide, lap at his throat.Fuck…knowing he would cry, maybe, something unacceptable a second time, he buriedhis face in Duncan’s neck. Maybe a bigger trap than staying in his eyes, because that warm spot was filled with his scent, his sweat, and Spencer just licked at it, gently, wanting to taste him, keep that scent on his tongue. Whining softly, he clung to him, knowing he was close, his teeth sank softly at the base of his neck in that thick muscle. Clenching,
Duncan hissed, but rode that sharp pain, rode Spencer until he came, pulsing between them, that warm cum sending him over the edge too. Sliding on that slicked up skin, in that strong smell of cum and sweat, he let Spencer wedge his teeth in his skin and flesh, suck softly as he moaned, floating on those soft waves.
