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Neil’s POV:
“Oh, fuck, N-Neil,”
Todd cried out beneath him, humping the bed he lay upon as he despately fucked himself back upon his cock. He groaned in pleasure as he repeatedly plunged himself deep into Todd’s loosened hole. He grabbed the man’s hips threateningly tight and there was sure to be bruises in the morning that would remind Todd throughout the day of what they’d been during the night before in his childhood bedroom.
Well, the bruises and the aching feeling that made it hard to sit down.
But were they really to blame when they were being left home alone for the first time in nearly two weeks. They were often upon each other, but had been kept apart since visiting Todd’s family for the holidays. Todd’s family had no clue of their relations, although he reckoned Jeffrey had an inkling of understanding. After all, who continues to live with their roommate from prep school for eight consecutive years, especially since they could both easily afford their own places.
But the point is, tension had been building up between them for nearly half a month now and it had finally boiled over. The second Todd’s family left to go to some fancy museum he jumped the boy, having both made excuses as to why they weren’t able to go. Todd had been just as eager as him as he, surprisingly, had the higher libido of the two of them and was not happy with the distance they’d had to endure. They hadn’t even been able to stay in the same rooms, he was forced into the guestroom down the hall.
So he took his time as he stretched Todd on his fingers and licked over his hole until the man was wet enough to basically not need lube. He had started slow, pushing in and out all the way each time, leaving Todd a moaning mess upon the bed. It was shocking how vocal the man was in the throws of passion, usually being so reserved. But as soon as they were alone the man was all gasping moans and whines that echoed throughout the room.
“Neil,” Todd keened as he quickened his pace, brutally striking the poet’s prostate as he turned into a mindless puddle of pleasure. Todd’s hands were clasping at the dark blues sheets that emphasized the dark flush that had overtaken his lithe form. They tried to drive deeper, to give Todd as much pleasure as possible and from the way Todd bucked his hips in rhythm with his thrusts, he was doing well.
“God, Todd, feel so good, love you,” He babbled, leaning down to wrap his arms around the man’s middle, mouthing at his neck as Todd whined and leaned his head to the side for better access.
Todd’s back arched impressively as he hugged the man’s stomach, thighs shaking with exertion as he held himself up. To be completely honest, he loved Todd’s thighs, they were just so strong from years of soccer and looked incredible in the short-shorts the man often wore to bed.
It wasn’t long until he felt himself approaching his climax and he wrapped a hand around his lover, working the man over in all the ways he knew Todd liked. Todd began to quickly buck into his grip, alternating between thrusting forward into his hand and back against his cock. He groaned as Todd basically fucked himself upon him, flashes of all the times Todd has ridden him crossing his mind. The man always looked ethereal above him, or below him, or really at any point in time no matter where.
Todd screamed his name as he came, cum dripping down his hand to the bed below and he knew they’d most likely regret leaving such evidence, but at the moment neither of them cared. He slowed considerably as Todd came, not wishing to overstimulate the man, but Todd gave him the go-head after only a few moments of blissful stillness.
He fucked into the man with wild abandon, no longer caring so much about keeping pace as he finally tilted over the edge, filling Todd to the brim. The man gasped below him, grinding his hips back as he was unloaded inside the man.
After a few moments of afterglow he had the sense to pull out, knowing Todd must be quite tender by now. As he did, some of his cum began to leak out of Todd’s puffy, red asshole, dripping down the man’s taint. It was such an arousing sight, but he knew it couldn’t be all that comfortable for Todd. Still, with a single finger he scooped up the trails that fell and pressed them back inside of Todd, who whined at the action.
“Neil,” Todd’s voice was breathy as he stared through hooded eyes as more of his cum dribbled out of Todd’s used hole and with barely a seconds thought he leaned forward, swiping his tongue across the slightly swollen skin.
Todd’s breath stuttered as he did, hips pressing back on instinct as he licked his own cum away. The man’s hole was hot as was the liquid trickling out of it and he lapped at it with a frenzy until Todd was once more writhing. Rimming was something he quite enjoyed and Todd allowed every once in a while because while he the poet loved it, he often felt sheepish and raw after.
But at the moment Todd was happily pressing against his mouth, huffing out airly moans as he ate the man out.
Each passing second had more of his cum slipping into his mouth until he was sure there was nearly none left in Todd. When he was satisfied with his mission, he laid down beside his lover who was blinking sluggishly at him. He placed a gentle peck upon Todd’s soft lips and was surprised when the man quickly deepened it, usually wanting him to brush first after such an activity for reasons of hygiene.
“What was that about?” Todd asked after a little while and he shrugged.
“I’m not sure, you just looked so hot with my cum dripping out of you.” He answered honestly, both of them knowing by now that even though some things were embarrassing, it led to a lot less insecurity and pointless fights.
“Hmm, well I’m definitely not opposed to more of that once we get home,” Todd replied and he grinned, pulling that man closer so they could fully bask in each other’s presence.