We made it halfway down the hallway before I pushed him up against the wall and started stripping his clothes off.He unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, our mouths joined as we shared desperate, warm breaths.I unzipped my jeans, and he shed his pants, and then we were both naked, hungrily kissing.
I held him against the wall, nudging his legs wider.He sucked the skin where my neck joined my shoulder, moaning.Our cocks were pressed together, and we both instinctively started slowly humping against each other, seeking delicious friction.
“Maybe I’ll just take you right here, up against this wall,” I rasped, pinning him harder against the wall.
He threw his head back, moaning.“Yeah?No condom?”
“Sure,” I panted, excited at the thought of that.“I’d love to feel your tight, bare hole squeezing my cock.”
He shuddered.“Don’t tempt me, Declan.”
“Why not?”I rubbed the palm of my hand over one of his nipples, and he groaned.“You want it that bad?”
“You know I do.”He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, breathing raggedly.
As much as I’d have liked to take him bare, I wasn’t that reckless.“Come on.”I took his arm and led him down the hall to my bedroom.
The big bed was unmade because I’d been running late this morning.Scout’s tennis ball was on the pillow, which I swatted to the floor.I grabbed a small bottle of lube and a few condoms from the bedside table.
Spencer laughed.“Is Scout going to be insulted I’m taking his spot in your bed?”
“Too bad if he is.”I pushed him down onto the mattress, and he went willingly, pulling me down on top of him.The weight of my body on his, chest to chest, hips to hips, made us both groan.
I kissed down his neck, tasting salt and the faint trace of cologne at his pulse point.His skin was smooth and warm under my mouth.He tipped his head back, and his breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as I worked my way down to his collarbone, then lower, my lips trailing across his chest.He was lean but solid, muscles tight under the skin, and when I grazed my teeth over his nipple, he arched up off the bed.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his nails digging into my shoulders.
He was fully hard, thick and flushed.I opened the lube with one thumb and dribbled lube down his length.Then I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking him as he made a little growling sound deep in his throat.He lowered his head to the pillow, lips parted, watching me stroke him.He was beautifully responsive, shivering and moaning every few seconds.He whimpered and let his thighs fall open, gripping a handful of the comforter.
I rolled on a condom and began to prep him slow, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.He was tight at first, his body tensing around my finger, and I kissed his hip, his stomach, the inside of his thigh until he relaxed.When I added a second finger, he groaned and rocked against my hand.
“More,” he said.“I’m good.Come on.”
I settled between his muscular thighs and pressed the head of my cock against his hole.He gritted his teeth as I slowly pressed into him, and we both groaned when my cock slid inside his tight heat.
“Oh, fuck.”He grunted, lips drawing back from his teeth, but it was more pleasure than pain.He pressed back on his elbows, dark hair falling across his brow, watching every inch of me disappear inside him.
He looked so beautiful, cheeks pink, pupils blown, lips swollen from my kisses.I just wanted to fucking devour him, and I couldn’t help giving a little thrust.He panted as he took my thick shaft deeper, feverish eyes pinned on me.
“Jesus,” he mumbled, sweat gleaming on his face.“Fuck, you’re big.”
“Should I stop?”
“Hell no.”
I laughed and thrust again, fully sliding into him.His body was trembling as he got used to the feel and heft of my cock inside him.I lowered my weight onto him, kissing his shoulder.I could feel his heartbeat racing, and then he moved his hips, moaning as he began to fuck himself on my dick.
Excitement spiraled through me, and I matched his rhythm, meeting his little needy thrusts and answering by going even deeper inside him.I loved the way his breath hitched with every thrust.Like I was drilling into his fucking soul.
“Feels so good to finally be inside you,” I whispered.
“Don’t stop.Please.”He stared into my eyes, whining as I thrust into him.
“I promise.I’m not stopping,” I rumbled, pumping harder.I tangled my fingers in his hair and watched him unravel.
“Yeah.Yeah.Yeah.”He spread his thighs wider, bearing down on my cock like he couldn’t get me deep enough.His sounds became more desperate.Urgent.He started jerking himself, one arm over his eyes, groaning with every stroke of his hand and thrust of my hips.
At one point his coordination was so shitty, he stopped stroking himself.Instead, he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer.Then he thrust against my stomach, groaning.The tight heat of his body around my cock was almost too much.I almost hadn’t had this.Him.Spencer had almost gotten away tonight.He’d been angry.Hurt.Remembering the wounded look on his face at the restaurant made my chest ache.I gathered him closer, and the pace quickened.
