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“There’s plenty we can do still, right?” Toren asked.

“Obviously. I just…” Andrew stroked his cock. “Really want to be inside of you.”

“Good thing we live in the same city,” Toren murmured, reaching down and touching himself the same way Andrew wanted to. “We could finish this tomorrow if you wanted to.”

Andrew did want to, but…

“I don’t want to think about tomorrow,” he said. “I want to think about now. I want to make you come right now.”

“I like that.”

Andrew flipped himself on top of Toren and pressed a messy kiss against his mouth before working his way downward, paying all the attention he wanted to the lines between the abs he’d been fantasizing about minutes before. Down and down and then he had one hand on each thigh and Toren’s knees near his ears. He licked a long and wet stripe up the length of Toren’s ass crack, kissing that tight pucker with the same interest he’d given Toren’s mouth.

“Fuck. Holy shit.” Toren loosed a slur of profanity, the words dying off into nonsensical mumbling while Andrew made a mess of his hole. When his chin was slick with spit and his fingers hurt for how hard they pressed into Toren’s thighs, he speared his tongue past that tight ring of muscle, grinning when Toren’s body bucked off the bed like he was on a mechanical bull.

“Settle down,” Andrew warned, pulling back enough to catch his breath. He told Toren to stop moving before, and it worked. Could he replicate the effort?

Yes, apparently.

Toren fisted the sheets and tried to sink into the mattress.

“Does that feel good?” Andrew asked.

“Really good.” Toren opened his mouth like he had something else to say but snapped it closed before he could get the words out. Andrew was curious to know what he’d stopped himself from saying, but he also didn’t care enough to pull his face out of Toren’s ass long enough to ask.

He’d made a mess between Toren’s legs and adding a finger alongside his tongue went in as smoothly as if he’d coated himself with silicone. Toren thrashed but kept himself rooted to the bed, and Andrew could have shot off from the obedience alone.

“Do you think you can come without touching your dick?” he asked.

“Probably,” Toren murmured. “Maybe.”

“Try for me.” He kissed Toren’s thigh, the delicate place where it folded into his groin. “I’m going to come with my tongue buried up your ass; I just know it. I’m so goddamn horny for you.”

Toren’s cheeks turned red, and Andrew returned to eating Toren’s ass until they were both covered in sweat and spit. Andrew’s cock had leaked an embarrassing wet spot into the bed and Toren’s had done the same against his stomach. He teased a second finger around Toren’s rim, easing it in and pressing up against Toren’s soft and hot prostate.

Andrew closed his eyes when Toren shouted, muscles clamping down around his knuckles. From the corner of his eye, Andrew saw Toren’s cock twitch and spasm, jets of cum splattering against his stomach. Toren whimpered, gasping for breath, and then he reached down and smeared his cum all over his stomach.

Andrew had seen enough.

His hips fucked down into the mattress, and he came hands-free like an overstimulated teenager. His orgasm tore through him like a wrecking ball, and he didn’t give himself a break to recover. He pulled out his fingers and returned to Toren’s stomach, lapping the sticky white cum from every crease and muscle.

Toren said something indecipherable under his breath, gently sliding his fingers into Andrew’s hair.

“Is this okay?” Toren asked softly.

He reached up and patted Toren’s wrist, tongue swirling around his navel.

“Show me where you want me,” he said, and Toren did.

Toren let him suck his way down lower, guiding Andrew’s head right to the thick and still leaking tip of his cock. Andrew took the hint and sealed his lips around the head, licking the cum out of his slit until Toren tugged and pulled him all the way up.

Face to face, he kissed Toren again, tasting everything from before layered with the salty tang of Toren’s sweat and cum. He rutted his still hard cock against Toren’s thigh, grunting as an aftershock of pleasure rippled through him.

God, he was an idiot…forgetting condoms at home.

Surely, if he called the front desk, he could have some brought up.

Or a delivery service…a bottle of Gatorade, a box of condoms, and the slickest lube the drugstore sold. That would get him through the night, for sure. Or at least halfway.