Farzan had his favorite dildo on the nightstand, just in case he could talk David into some phone sex, but all the yawning made it clear that wasn’t in the cards.
“I’m dying here,” David said against Farzan’s skin.
“You don’t want to go through your flash cards again?” Farzan teased.David growled in protest. “Or I was thinking, we could play a little game. You try to get through your blind tasting, while I’m between your legs, and if I make you come before you name all six wines, I get a prize.”
“That sounds more like I get the prize.”
Farzan shrugged. He hadn’t thought that through too well, to be honest; he just had this really hot vision of himself sucking David off while David tried to ignore him and taste wines.
“Whatever. You know what I mean.”
“I do know what you mean. But we’re not doing that tonight.” David pressed his lips to Farzan’s, suddenly soft and so tender Farzan shuddered. “Tonight, you’re gonna fuck me into next month.”
November was only a few days away, so that order wasn’t quite as tall as it could have been, but Farzan was definitely excited to try. His dick surged in his joggers, which he’d worn in a vain attempt to level the playing field, but the things David’s sweatpants did defied modern science. Farzan’s dickprint in his joggers just couldn’t compare.
Still, David seemed to like them, trailing his fingers along Farzan’s waistband.
“Commando, huh?” he whispered.
“Seemed only fair.”
David chuckled, a warm, throaty thing that made Farzan’s hairs stand up and his ass clench. His core was heating up, heart hammering out a beat in time with each kiss. He ran his hands through David’s soft hair, carefully caressing his scalp without messing up his twists. David pulled him closer, dragged him slowly, inexorably toward the living room, which seemed like a decent layover on the way to the bedroom. They tumbled onto the couch, Farzan on top of David, chest to chest and cock to cock.
“I can’t believe I’ve waited this long for you to fuck me,” David whispered. “I must be getting sentimental if I picked the Muppets over this.”
“Hey. Don’t knock the Muppets.” Farzan refused to hear any slander against them.
“Never,” David agreed, bucking his hips up to grind against Farzan.Farzan relished the pressure, the softness of David’s sweats, the hard, hot steel beneath.
“Besides. You were sick.”
“I’m all better now.”
Farzan ground himself downward, pressing David into the couch, savoring the way his breath hitched.
“Good.” Farzan angled his mouth over David’s, slipped his hand under David’s shirt. Warm, smooth skin met him, strong muscle, soft hair, and there, pebbled and ready, David’s nipple. Farzan rolled it with his thumb, captured David’s gasp of pleasure between their lips. He twisted it, gently at first, and David let out a warm, throaty chuckle. But when he twisted harder, David laughed, hard, breaking the kiss and nearly throwing Farzan off the couch.
“Shit. Sorry,” Farzan said, dragging himself back over David. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just… the twisting is a little much.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you a purple nurple of your own later.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” David slid his hands down the back of Farzan’s joggers, combing the hair on his cheeks with his fingers. “God, you feel so good.”
David massaged Farzan’s ass gently, as Farzan ground their cocks together and kissed every part of David’s face, from his lips to his jaw to his nose to that sexy little slit in his eyebrow. “This is from your barber, right? You didn’t hurt yourself when I wasn’t paying attention.”
David laughed. “Yeah, it’s from my lineup.”
“Okay, good. You’re not allowed to hurt yourself.”
“Noted.” David rolled his hips against Farzan. “I’m gonna get hurt from blue balls if you keep teasing me like this, though.”
Farzan slipped his hand out of David’s shirt and moved for his waistband, kissing David hard. Kissing his boyfriend hard. He couldn’t stop smiling through the kissing, even when the doorbell went off.
