Andrew pounced, barely getting both their glasses safely onto the coffee table before he pinned Isaac back against the cushions. He pressed one palm to his shoulder and the other to the base of his throat as if holding him captive.
The heat in his gaze made Isaac tremble again, rendered immobile beneath him with how hot that show of strength had been, but when he merely kept staring, like he wasn’t sure what to do next, Isaac grasped the hand on his throat and moved it up to wrap around his neck properly.
“Do you want to punish me, Andrew?”
Andrew jerked his hand down. He must not like his darker side, but Isaac wanted to know it better.
“It’s okay,” Isaac said, slowly retrieving Andrew’s hand to bring it up again. “I broke into your home. Why don’t you punish me for it?”
“A criminal who likes to be punished…?”
“With the right partner.”
Isaac liked to be in control too, but finding balance was a rare treat, someone he could rail against and conquer, while also feeling completely comfortable letting them dominate him.
“Go on,” he urged, spreading his legs to box Andrew between his thighs. “Punish me.”
“You’re sick.”
“I prefer eccentric.”
Andrew laughed, but it was more like an exhale of desperation. Gradually, he tightened his hold on Isaac’s neck, until Isaac had to tilt his head back to get in enough air, but never once did he believe Andrew would push things too far.
He stroked his thumb down Isaac’s pulse point. “What if… what if I told you to suck my cock?”
Oh, Isaac could get used to this side of his sweet nemesis. “I’m at your mercy, Andrew. What else could I do but obey?”
Andrew surged downward, claiming Isaac’s lips in a feral kiss. The fruity taste of the wine buzzed between their mouths, their growing erections distinct through the thin fabric separating them. Andrew ground down into Isaac brazenly, his hand remaining on Isaac’s throat, squeezing lightly to keep him pinned.
When he released him, it was to sit up and yank his sweats down his thighs. He crawled up Isaac’s body to present his cock—good sized, cut, shaved. If Isaac had died in that prison break and this was heaven, he’d gladly stay here.
He swallowed Andrew’s cock with a glad hum.
Canting wantonly between his lips, Andrew grabbed the arm and back of the sofa to keep steady. He’d drank a good amount of wine in short order, but Isaac knew he was in control, however uninhibited. Isaac sucked and licked and let Andrew fuck his mouth, until he needed a break for air, digging tightly into Andrew’s thighs to express it.
Andrew let up, flushed as he offered reprieve, but looking for one brief moment like reality was crashing down on him and he might scramble away.
Isaac licked his head and sucked the tip back in to keep him where he was. “I deserve everything you want to do to me, but don’t I also deserve something for my troubles?” He licked again, and then bobbed forward, taking Andrew in deep.
The hesitation faded from Andrew’s eyes, and he clutched the upholstery of the sofa with a faint sound of ripping. As soon as Isaac pulled off, Andrew shifted back in line with his body and wrenched Isaac's pants down too, rekindling their grinding with a slick, hot slide of flesh.
“Fuck…” Andrew panted.
“You feel—”
“Shut up.” He silenced Isaac with another kiss, returning his hand to Isaac’s throat and squeezing again as he dictated the meeting of their tongues and rhythm of their hips.
Tilting his head back like before, Isaac sucked in air through his nose and bucked up harder. He otherwise laid lax, letting Andrew do whatever he wanted.
Their rhythm increased to frantic, messy rutting and occasional wet kisses or harder and then lighter pressure on Isaac’s throat. The wine they’d drank kept them both hard far longer than Isaac thought he’d last, but he still finished first with a choked cry behind Andrew’s grip, letting Andrew thrust into the mess left behind until he was satisfied too.
They panted loudly in the aftermath amidst the mostly forgotten music, sticky and sweaty, with Andrew’s arms quaking between them.
Isaac patted the hand now loosely spread across his throat. “Be a good boy... and go find us something to clean up.”
Andrew groaned, dragging his hands with him as he sat back. “You are a colossal dick.”
“Yours isn’t bad either.”
