“My, my… how long have you been thinking about this, Andrew?”
“Christmas…” he rasped. “Never stopped thinking about it… about you.”
“The way you lifted me on your shoulders in that alley… I’m going to treat you so good to pay you back for that.”
“Yes,” Andrew moaned louder as Isaac twisted his fingers, “but I don’t want to wait…”
“Think you’re ready?”
“Please.”
Isaac didn’t need convincing. Sliding his fingers free, he reached for the condom, but thought better of trying to open it with slick fingers. “You put this on me. We’re going to flip around and give our audience a good show.”
Cheeks rosy and eyes nearly black, Andrew staggered as he turned and reached for the condom with a trembling hand. Both hands shook as he tore it open, but he managed.
Isaac took him by the hips and pivoted them, turning the chair to face the window and positioning them in front of it. He let Andrew roll the condom up his length, feeling so hard, he thought he might burst at the brush of Andrew’s fingers, and then again when he added lube.
He sat in the chair and patted his thighs with a suggestive smirk.
Andrew bit his lipagain, his flush covering the entire swath of his pale, exposed skin, as he turned and started to sit in Isaac’s lap.
“Easy,” Isaac said, taking him in at the tip, hands moving to Andrew’s hips to steady him. “Slow as you need.”
Andrew paused, and then started again slower, easing onto Isaac at such an agonizing speed, Isaac had to grit his teeth. The heat was intense, as was the tightness, despite the natural give of Andrew having obviously stretched himself before with hands and toys. Isaac remembered watching him finger himself open on that roof with nothing but spit and vigor and leaned forward to plant a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Taking him deeper and deeper, Andrew groaned when he finally sat in Isaac’s lap completely. Gently, Isaac pulled him back against him, and they looked together at the slightly open blinds and the unknowing people so near them.
This was better than the alley. Better than the roof, or the police station, even better than Andrew’s sofa, because there were no barriers anymore, or a ticking clock.
“Move.” Isaac bucked up and drifted his hands between Andrew’s legs. “Show me how much you want it.”
Starting a slow, rhythmic rocking, Andrew obliged. He encapsulated Isaac in such tight heat, Isaac fought the urge to rut upwards, hard and fast, and let Andrew control the speed, trembling in his arms, in his lap, as they watched the people outside.
Isaac palmed Andrew’s balls with one hand, the other gathering the wetness dripping from his tip to smooth up his length, fondling and pumping Andrew leisurely. Little by little, Andrew’s rocking picked up, his voice becoming a stream of filthy moans and profanity.
“Fuck, your cock feels good… and your hands… and your ink-covered skin.” He wriggled against him. “I wish I could suck you off while you’re inside me.”
“What a mouth on you,” Isaac panted. “Keep going… tell me how much you like this.”
“I love it. I love all of it… The people, the discipline, you telling me what to do.”
“Harder.Faster,” Isaac growled as his own urgency increased and the call of an end drew nearer with Andrew bouncing on top of him like a goddamn pogo stick. “Fuck… should have had you like this from day one.”
“Yes,” Andrew agreed with a wanton loll of his head. “Any time. I’ll get on my knees in the fucking street if you ask.” A particularly hard thrust up forced out a broken, “Ford!”
“Isaac,” Isaac corrected. “You call me ‘Isaac’ when I’m inside you.” Sliding his hands from touching Andrew to grip his hips instead, he drove up fervently, and Andrew rode him just as fiercely, keening out the longest, most filthy moan Isaac had ever pulled from anyone.
He felt Andrew tighten, ripping a moan from his lips next, as he stuttered up into the beautiful man atop him, digging divotsinto Andrew’s hips with his fingers. As his orgasm struck, and lingered, and then waned, he naturally slowed his thrusts, but Andrew whined.
Moving his hands back between Andrew’s legs, Isaac felt that he was still hard and hadn’t yet followed him over the edge.
“Turn around.”
“What…?”
“Turn around. I’ll take care of you.”
Andrew’s legs shook as he stood, gasping at the disconnect when he pulled from Isaac’s cock, and turned to face him. Isaac would have given anything right then to ensure that this version of Andrew Wen was something he got to see every day—tousled hair, a flush to his cheeks, reddened, damp, and parted lips, with eyes hazy and dark with lust. He’d caused all that, and now, he was going to give the payoff.
