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"You're the worst." Johnny grits out through clenched teeth, his nails dragging rough lines into the dirt where the bedroll had slipped out of place. Gyro chuckles at his insult, too busy letting his eyes roam lustfully over Johnny's exposed, upturned ass to be hurt by it. He usually likes to look at Johnny's face when they're doing this (he's a romantic at heart, after all), but sometimes the younger man gets in this mood and he won't let it go until he's been thoroughly wrung out, and Gyro's usual intimate approach just won't do for times like that. Lucky thing that I'm the one doing the wringing, then, Gyro thinks to himself as he readjusts his grip on the smaller man's pelvis. Nobody else could handle a job like this, nyo-ho! It's a wonderful job, to get the little jockey on his hands and knees and give it to him until he's gasping. It's a dream job.
After so long on the road together and so many chilly nights turned hot, he knows exactly how to work his partner's body. It's more about the buildup than it is about the sex, he's learned-- Johnny's so cocky and confident and so goddamned impatient -- all Gyro needs to do to get him really writhing is to take his sweet time.
"You forget your words, amore mio. " Gyro chides, slowly angling his hips back so that his cock slides out from where it had been nestled between Johnny's thighs and up to poke at his entrance. "I am the best. Maybe you should try again." He suggests, rocking his hips barely a fraction, just enough to rub his slick head against the other man's sensitive rim. Johnny makes a sound like a strangled groan, his hands clawing harder at the dirt.
"Fuck you." He hisses belligerently even as he cants his hips back up toward the contact. Gyro draws back, taking the touch away as soon as Johnny seeks it out just to draw another hiss of displeasure from him. As if in contrast to his cruel actions, Gyro leans down over Johnny to place a kiss on his shoulder, over the little purple star there. A rush of pleasure runs through him as he hears a small intake of breath from the other man, and Gyro's hand on Johnny's hip slides down and around to tease at the soft skin of his inner thighs. All the while, he bucks his hips in frustratingly small increments until Johnny's practically grinding backwards in an attempt to take him.
"You're so eager," Gyro observes cruelly, a cocky smile on his handsome face as he bows his head to whisper beside Johnny's ear. The smaller man looks flushed and exasperated, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth digging into his lower lip. "You sure you're ready, though?" The Italian carries on, taking his own cock in hand to better rub his swollen head against Johnny's opening. "You sure you're stretched enough?" he asks. The tone of his voice is so purposefully patronizing that Gyro's a hundred percent sure Johnny would hit him for it if he were in his right state of mind.
The question is entirely redundant anyway as the larger man's hand leaves his own cock to prod two fingers into his partner-- they'd spent such a good, long time working him open that he's wet and waiting already, and Gyro's digits slide all the way in with ease. Johnny whimpers, muffled by his own arm where his head has fallen.
"Y-yes," Johnny hisses, twisting to look over his shoulder at Gyro with fire burning in his blue eyes. "If you don't--"
Gyro doesn't let him finish his sentence, swiftly curling his fingers inside of Johnny's body to make the smaller man cry out in pleasure again.
"You know the rules, Johnny," Gyro says, his own voice growing a little rougher, lowered with desire. "I won't fuck you till you ask for it." He insists, pulling his fingers back out. Out of Johnny's sight, he spits into his own palm and strokes himself once more, eyes fluttering closed.
"You're fucking insufferable sometimes." Johnny growls. It's clear that his desire and his pride are having a match for the ages as he squirms backwards against Gyro and grumbles all the while.
"I know," Gyro hums soothingly, pushing Johnny down by the pelvis so that his thighs spread a little more and his ass is a little lower-- just the right height for Gyro to slide his cock against the cleft and get a little relief. Johnny makes an indignant whine, but it quickly disappears beneath a surprised, pleased moan. The only sound aside from crickets in the trees around them and the crackle of their fire is the slick slide of Gyro's cock against Johnny's skin, and it's deafening how erotic that is.
"Nn- nnh… " Johnny makes a weakened sort of moan, his mouth still muffled against his arm.
"Eh?" Gyro teases, breathless himself as he drags his entire length down to press against Johnny's opening again. He's resolute to torture his partner, but good God if he doesn't just want to slip inside of him now and cut to the chase.
"Are you ready to give in and ask for it?" Gyro teases, his lips at Johnny's ear as he stills his motion completely. He can hear Johnny suck in a tense breath even as he tries to maintain his stoic silence.
One...two...three…
"Yes. Fuck." Johnny snaps, grinding his hips back up toward Gyro's. " Fine."
Gyro raises an eyebrow, shifting so that he's upright behind Johnny, sitting back on his heels, ready to fuck him right if he's prepared to play along.
Johnny takes a moment, seemingly testing his own resolve to its finest limits as he flexes his fingers against the dirt. Impatient, Gyro takes his cock in hand and lines himself up, his thumb pressing the head of his cock just the slightest bit inside of his partner.
Sure, maybe it's cheating, but… how could I not cheat a little when this is my prize? Gyro wonders to himself, smoothing a hand appreciatively over Johnny's ass and bucking forward slightly.
" Ahh! Shit," Johnny whimpers, and his resolve seems to weaken immediately as Gyro pushes inside of him at an agonizing pace. " Fuck." He hisses, fingers clawing at the ground again.
Gyro stops moving once more, pausing with only the head of his cock sheathed inside of Johnny. It's as torturous for him as it must be for the other man, surely, but he's not one to back down from a challenge. It's rare that Johnny's not in charge, anyway, so as much as Gyro adores being bossed around and used by him, he's going to savor this occasion.
Gyro reaches around Johnny to gently graze his fingertips over one of his nipples, catching it between his thumb and forefinger to roll it sweetly against the pads of his fingers.
"I can wait all day." Gyro teases, giving Johnny's chest a sharp pinch to punctuate his meaning. The smaller man shivers beneath him, huffing out a small, indignant noise. The Italian bows his head, nosing aside his partner's soft, blonde hair to press a kiss to the nape of his neck. Selfishly, his eyes linger on Johnny's soft skin and he leans back in, opening his mouth to bite onto it. His hips move forward on instinct a little-- oops, he thinks-- and Johnny draws in a sharp breath.
"F- fuck… " Johnny huffs, his eyes shut in rapture as the larger man licks over his fresh bite mark. " Gyro, please…" is all he can manage to say, his voice breathless and hushed.
One please is all it takes, and then Gyro's sliding all the way inside of him, obedient and eager and relieved as his hands return to hold the smaller man by the waist. He looks down to watch every inch of himself disappear into his partner, a low moan dragging out of him as he thrusts inside. His fingers flex against the softness of Johnny's ass appreciatively, spreading him open a little further as he sinks in up to the hilt.
Johnny reacts with a delicious whimper, huffing slightly as Gyro draws back out halfway to push inside again.
"Ha--aah," Johnny chokes out, a cocky grin appearing on his hazy face as he turns to look over his shoulder at Gyro. "You-- love this." He manages, his words made stilted by each slow thrust. Gyro makes a noise like a scoff, insistent on keeping the upper hand for once despite how awfully true the other man's accusation is.
Gyro does love this. He loves all of it; camping together, riding together, fighting together, and, of course, fucking. Johnny's so goddamned perfect, even with all of his bratty attitude and killer's eyes. He's ruthless and beautiful and strong, and Gyro loves it so much that he's beginning to doubt his reasons for going home after the race-- not that he'd say so, of course. Not yet. He can't bring himself to look ahead, anyway, when the present is so perfect.
"Big talk coming from the man on his knees." Gyro says, shooting Johnny an even cockier grin as his hand comes down to slap sharply against the round curve of his ass.
" Aah!" Johnny gasps, but it sounds more aroused than it does indignant, especially once Gyro feels him pushing backwards against his lingering palm, as if to say do it again.
He does, delivering another sharp slap in the same spot and feeling his cock jerk inside of Johnny at the open-mouthed moan the Kentucky boy can hardly stifle with his arm.
"I do love it, stella, but I think you might love it even more," Gyro's voice is little more than a gravelly purr as he presses close to put his lips to Johnny's shoulder. "You like getting fucked like this more than you want to admit, hm?" His grip on Johnny's hips pulls him backwards, and as he takes Gyro all the way again, the Italian angles his hips up a little to hit his prostate.
" F--fuck--" Johnny gasps raggedly, jolting at the sensation. " You're...s-so good…" he stammers, having become so turned on as to speak without thinking. This is Gyro's favorite part-- it's heaven to see Johnny unwound and honest like this. Not to mention that the praise shoots straight to his cock as it always does, making him roll his hips into Johnny even harder than before.
" Gyro… " Johnny's erotic, unsteady whimpering of his name makes Gyro's eyes flutter shut momentarily.
"What do you need?" He asks, his voice velvet and rough all at once as he continues to pound against the other man's sweet spot.
" Need-- mmnh-- wanna see you-- " Johnny whines. Gyro whispers something under his breath-- a thanks to God, perhaps-- and pulls out of his partner with a hiss. Immediately, he's lifting Johnny up and turning him around and laying him on his back, hitching up his slender legs to lay them over his shoulders.
"Così perfetta ," Gyro mumbles as he realigns them and thrusts back inside, leaning down to kiss at Johnny's chest. He bites and sucks at the smaller man's nipples, hardly restraining himself from bucking into his partner like a wild stallion. The noises Johnny makes make it so difficult -- he gasps and moans like he's never been fucked before each time Gyro slides inside him, and it's becoming awfully hard for the older man to focus.
"G- Gyro--" Johnny whimpers as his partner's tongue swirls quickly around the sensitive peak of his nipple, flicking out to send repeated shocks of pleasure through him.
"Mm?" Gyro hums, and the vibration against his chest only makes Johnny's eyebrows pinch together harder in pleasure.
" Nnh-- c-come inside me." He hisses, hardly able to hide his need as his cock bounces, untouched against his stomach.
" Per favore." Gyro growls scoldingly, as if he's still in charge.
" Please come inside me." Johnny hisses in return, forfeiting the game in favor of reaching up to grab Gyro's long hair and pull him down.
Gyro makes an embarrassing, explicit noise of his own as Johnny fists fingers in his hair and jerks him off balance. Of course the Kentucky boy would stoop so low, using Gyro's hair like that to push him closer to the edge. What a tricky brat, he thinks, annoyed with how proud he is of him anyway.
"Nnnh-- " Gyro whimpers and crushes his mouth to Johnny's, moaning again at the very taste of him. Johnny's hands in his hair go from punishing to clingy, clearly satisfied to pull him in and keep him there as they near their end together. "Ask me again, caro , please." He whispers against Johnny's lips. Their lipsticks have blended, and the smudge of teal and saliva across Johnny's swollen mouth makes Gyro feel terribly possessive.
"Please come in me, Gyro," Johnny gasps obligingly, pressing frantic little kisses to the corner of Gyro's mouth.
" Mmm--nnh!" That's all it takes, and Gyro's practically pushing Johnny's knees to his shoulders, burying his cock entirely in the smaller man and fucking into him fast and hard, all sense gone from his mind. He comes deep inside of Johnny with a rough groan, his orgasm tearing through him like a tornado as he fills his partner up. The sensation of wet heat shooting inside of him pushes Johnny over the edge, too, and his neglected cock is almost painfully hard when it finally pulses, webbing white across the both of them.
Gyro slips out after a second with an exhausted sigh, falling onto his back beside Johnny with hardly any energy left in him. He can't even be bothered to care about the stickiness that's all over him-- and from the looks of things, neither can Johnny. He's got that softened look on his face, flush still lingering in his cheeks as his lashes grow heavier. He rolls onto his side just as Gyro does, and the two of them look at one another in peaceful silence. Gyro reaches a heavy hand up to smooth Johnny's sweat-damp hair back from his face, and the younger man smiles a smile so beautiful and sleepy and real that Gyro's heart nearly stops.
"Y'alright?" Johnny asks, his consciousness clearly fading as he yawns on the tail of his question.
"I am wonderful." Gyro assures him, leaning over to grab the blanket from beside the bedroll and sling it over their legs. Johnny's beautiful smile lingers on his face, softening to a gentle curve of his lips as he reaches across the small gap between them to hold Gyro's hand.
Yeah, Gyro thinks as his own eyelids grow a little heavier. He squeezes the little palm that rests with his own, sighing softly.
I want to keep him.
Maybe I'll tell him someday soon.
But as for tonight…
He feels Johnny curl a little closer to him, sated and trusting and warm.
Let's get some rest.