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The city lights blurred past the taxi windows, casting soft glows across their faces as they sat close, knees brushing. John’s head leaned lazily on 1x1’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. The warmth between them wasn’t just from the alcohol, or the way 1x1’s hand found his and held it gently, thumb stroking the back in a steady rhythm.
“You always do that,” John mumbled.
“Do what?”
“Holding my hand like I’ll float away, or something.”
1x1 didn’t answer at first. He just squeezed John’s fingers a little tighter. “Maybe I’m afraid you will.”
John smiled softly at the words, the kind of smile reserved only for his lover. “Idiot.. I’m right here.”
The car ride was mostly quiet after that, but the silence wasn’t empty. It was filled with everything they didn’t need to say, the kind of silence you only get with someone you trust enough to be completely still with.
When they got out, 1x1 barely let go of John’s hand. He looked a little unsteady on his feet, but John was already there, curling an arm around his waist. They laughed, leaning into each other as they slightly stumbled toward the building, their movements clumsy but familiar.
They paused for a moment at the bottom of the steps leading up to their shared apartment, the cool night air between them thick with something unspoken. John caught 1x1’s gaze, soft and steady.
“You’re not gonna pass out on me, right?” he asked, voice wrapped with an almost playful edge.
1x1 scoffed quietly, fumbling with his keys. “Not unless you plan on catching me,” he muttered, eyes not quite meeting John’s.
The sound of metal shifting in his hands echoed through the dimly lit streets. John’s eyes lingered on him, watching the way his hands shook just slightly.
He stepped closer, just enough to feel the heat between them swell. The buzz of alcohol still clung to his senses, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the undeniable pull.
John leaned in slightly, voice dropping lower. “Want me to help with that?”
1x1 didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked up, locking onto John’s, and the silence stretched between them. There was no mistaking it now, the hunger simmering under the surface of every glance, every unspoken word. Neither of them moved, but they didn’t need to. The world had narrowed down to just this moment.
John’s lips curled into a teasing smirk. “You’re staring.”
“So are you,” 1x1 muttered, his tone slightly slurred. “But you always act like you’re so innocent.”
He closed the distance between them in one slow, deliberate motion, until they were chest to chest. There was no hesitation, no room for subtlety anymore. John’s breath caught as 1x1’s hand pressed to his chest, pulling him closer by the blue tie he adored. The smell of whiskey still lingered between them, mixing with something deeper, something more.
John’s grin only deepened as he slid his hand to the back of 1x1’s neck, tugging him down. “Innocent?” he drawled, “You sure you’re not just dying for a reason to touch me?”
That earned a breathy laugh from 1x1, his lips brushing against John’s ear as he spoke. “Do I even need one?”
The words hung between them, charged with anticipation, before their mouths collided, as if they had only been a prelude to something inevitable. The kiss was messy and desperate, worlds away from the careful ones they’d shared previously. It was full of want, of everything they’ve been holding back. 1x1’s lips moved with a rough kind of need, and John met it just as eagerly, his fingers curled tight in the fabric of his shirt, not just pulling— clinging, like he needed the warmth, the contact, like he was trying to feel him through every layer in the way.
The kiss only deepened as 1x1 gently caught John’s bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft gasp that made him press in further. John’s grip tightened, pulling him in until there was barely any space left between them. His back hit the apartment door with a quiet thud, but neither of them cared about that now. Their breaths tangled, warm and uneven, saturating the still air around them. The world outside dissolved, nothing else mattered but the heat building between them and the way their hearts pounded in sync.
John was the first to pull away, gasping for air like his life depended on it, his lips flushed and parted. He stumbled back a step, a dazed smile flickering at his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.
“Inside,” he muttered, tugging 1x1 by the front of his shirt. “Now.”
They barely made it through the apartment door before their mouths instinctively found each other again. Shoes were discarded haphazardly, jackets half-removed, and they collapsed onto the couch in a mess of bodies, breathless and eager. The kiss was immediate, rough and hungry, like they’d been waiting for this moment far too long.
1x1’s hands wandered freely, slipping under his boyfriend’s vest, his fingers cool against the warmth of his body. John’s breath hitched as 1x1’s mouth drifted lower, moving to the curve of his neck. He could feel the heat of 1x1’s lips, the press of them against his skin. He instinctively tilted his head to the side, giving 1x1 better access. “Go ahead..” John whispered, his voice thick with desire. The simple permission made 1x1’s kiss more urgent and possessive.
1x1’s lips found the sensitive skin just below John’s ear, kissing with a force enough to bruise, sucking and leaving a trail of harsh, lingering, wet kisses at the area. John couldn’t help but whimper softly at the roughness, his fingers curled into 1x1’s shirt, pulling him closer, urging him on. 1x1 didn’t stop— he moved lower, sucking at the hollow of John’s throat, teeth grazing his skin in a painfully slow manner, each movement making John squirm underneath 1x1.
A flush spread across John’s cheeks, heat rising as the intensity of the kisses washed over him. His head tilted back further, exposing more of his neck, letting 1x1 continue his assault. John tried to speak, but the words were swallowed by a sharp gasp as 1x1’s teeth sank into his neck, the sudden bite seizing his breath. A soft moan broke from John’s lips, the rush of pleasure-pain flooding his senses. His fingers dug into 1x1’s shirt, his body trembling as 1x1 held him steady, claiming him once more.
The moment they pulled apart, the space between them felt unbearable. 1x1’s hands were still on John, pulling him closer, his breath still heavy. John could barely catch his own, eyes flicking to the bedroom door. A silent request hanging in the air.
1x1 formed a knowing smirk as he noticed the look in his eyes. “You really want this, hm?”
John nodded, urgency in his gaze. Without another word, 1x1 grabbed his hand, guiding him toward the bedroom.
The door creaked as 1x1 pressed John onto the mattress. His hands moved swiftly, discarding the yellow vest in one clean glide, followed by the tie, coming loose without a second thought. Each piece of clothing came off with purpose, exposing more of John’s form to 1x1’s touch. His fingers slid to the first button of John’s white shirt, undoing it with a slow, deliberate precision, the gesture sending sparks of anticipation through John’s chest.
“God, you’re so pretty like this..,” 1x1 murmured, his voice dark and full of admiration as his lips brushed over John’s collarbone, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down his spine. 1x1’s hands slid lower, pulling the waistband of John’s jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. John shuddered as the cold air hit his exposed skin, a vulnerable sight that 1x1 couldn’t pull his eyes from.
1x1 breathed out shakily, his hand trailing slowly down John’s body, moving with reason, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. John could only sigh, his hips involuntarily pushing up, desperate for more. But 1x1 wasn’t in a rush— he liked the control, the power he had over the man beneath him.
1x1 pulled back just enough to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand, popping the cap open with ease, the soft squelch filling the room. John’s eyes never left the other man, watching the way 1x1 slicked his fingers with care, coating them thoroughly before returning to his body.
Without warning, 1x1 slid a finger inside, stretching him open. John’s body tensed, a sharp gasp slipping from his lips as he fought to adjust to the intrusion. It had been too long since he’d felt this— too long since that familiar pressure had filled him, making every inch of him ache with a need so intense, it almost consumed him.
John moaned, his hips twitching as 1x1 moved his finger, the steady rhythm making his thoughts scatter. He was already so worked up, already so close to losing control. His mind barely registered the next finger sliding in, widening him further, the stretch sending waves of heat through his body.
“You take me so well..,” 1x1 muttered, his voice rough as he worked his fingers in and out, stretching the man open. Needy whimpers escaped John’s lips, his hands clutching the sheets, body shaking with every tremor that ran through him. 1x1 savored the way he could coax those desperate sounds from John so effortlessly, each one a reminder of how completely he had him, how deeply he owned him.
His cock twitched helplessly as the fingers gently prodded at his prostate, a trail of slick pooling onto the sheets below. “Please,” John gasped, his voice almost pleading, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. His body wanted more— needed more. He needed 1x1 inside him.
1x1’s lips curled into a grin as he pressed in another finger, scissoring them, stretching him open. The slow burn of it was agonizing, but it felt so good, so irresistible. The pressure building inside John was almost too much, a lingering worry that he might cum from just the touch of fingers alone.
”Hurry… Shit—” John said through gritted teeth, a desperate edge to his voice. He could feel the heat of 1x1’s body behind him, the steady movement of his fingers making him feel both full and empty at the same time.
Deeming him stretched enough, 1x1 pulled his fingers out of John, leaving him breathless for a moment as he subconsciously clenched around the air. 1x1 positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressed against John’s entrance, and he pushed in slowly, taking his time. John cursed as he felt 1x1’s length breach him, the stretch burning in the best way possible. His body jerked as he slid deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully bottomed inside.
John’s grip intensified on the mattress, his nails digging into the soft material as he felt 1x1 fill him completely. The heat was overwhelming, the pressure of 1x1’s cock inside him making him feel dizzy. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with the need for friction.
“Move,” John gasped, his voice hoarse as he rocked his hips back against 1x1. “Please.., move.”
1x1 wasted no time, angling his hips and began thrusting into John with a hard, relentless pace. Transparent strands of precum connected them, slick and hot, amplifying the friction as 1x1 only increased his rhythm. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through John’s body, the intense heat building quickly in his naval, his skin flush with the pressure. “1x—! Nghh.., F-Fuck—!“ John cried out needily, his head falling back as he completely surrendered to his mercy.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the apartment— the slick, wet noises of skin hitting skin only heightening the heat between them. 1x1’s grip on John’s hips tightened, his thrusts growing faster and harder, as he pounded into him, fully intent on leaving the other man ruined.
John’s body violently trembled under each thrust, his hips bucking instinctively to meet 1x1’s brutal pace. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the droplets of sweat that glistened across his skin. His lips parted as soft cries and desperate moans escaped him, his breath uneven. A thin trail of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, dribbling down to his chin as the pleasure spiraled out of his control.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” 1x1 groaned, his voice rough as he continued slamming into John from behind, his cock seamlessly hitting his prostate with each brutal thrust. John’s legs were growing unsteady, the pleasure overwhelming as his voice cracked with need.
John gasped, barely able to speak between broken sobs. His pleasure mounted, each thrust driving him closer to the brink of his orgasm. 1x1’s free hand reached for his neglected cock, stroking it in time with the punishing pace. John could feel himself unraveling, every nerve on fire as he neared the edge.
1x1 mumbled sweet nothings to John, breath hot against his ear, each word pushing him closer to his release. John's body trembled uncontrollably as his orgasm crashed into him like a wave. His cock twitched, spilling thick ropes of cum across the sheets, his entire body shaking with intensity. His walls clenched tightly around 1x1's cock as he came, his tear-streaked face twisted in a mix of pleasure and desperation as he rode out the high, body shuddering with every pulse.
But 1x1 didn’t stop. He kept going, the pace of his thrusts turning messier, more frantic, like he couldn’t stand to be anywhere but buried inside him. John’s body trembled beneath him, already spent and still forced to take every desperate grind of 1x1’s hips. He was a mess— breathless, voice raw from screaming, his lover’s name slipping from his lips like a desperate plea.
Then, 1x1 grabbed his waist and flipped him, pressing him onto his back with little effort. John didn’t even get the chance to catch his breath before 1x1 slammed his hips back into him, all the way to the hilt. He was already hard again, back arched as he cried out, stomach rising with the bulge of 1x1’s length as it filled him completely once again. The sight had 1x1 growling low in his throat, eyes glued to the way his cock pushed up inside him, stretching him perfectly like John was made to take it.
John looked up at him, dazed and flushed, his eyes glassy with tears. He struggled to find his voice, staring at 1x1 through the haze of overstimulation, lips parted, barely able to breathe. His thighs shook uncontrollably, hands coming up to press over his mouth in a weak attempt to muffle the whimpers that still slipped through. And the pressure kept building— fast, raw, brutal. His strength was already gone. “F-Fuck.., 1x1, I can’t—” he choked out, voice breaking.
“You will,” 1x1 whispered, mouth grazing along his jaw, breath hot and heavy. “Mmh… I’m gonna breed your tight little cunt until it’s leaking.., you’ll feel it for weeks.”
That was all it took. John’s body seized beneath him, convulsing as his orgasm ripped through him for the second time. A wrecked sound left his throat— too broken to be a moan, too desperate to be anything else. His untouched cock jerked, spilling across his stomach, and his chest, while his entire body trembled under 1x1’s hold.
1x1 didn’t last much longer. His rhythm stuttered, hips jerking forward with one last push as he came deep inside him, cock pulsing, his release flooding into the heat of John’s cunt. He stayed there, grinding slower now, fucking it deeper, watching John tense around him until he finally slid out his softened dick.
1x1 collapsed beside the other with a shaky breath, both of them drenched in sweat, lungs struggling to find rhythm again. The air was heavy, thick with the oppressive heat and a faint, lingering trace of alcohol that clung to the atmosphere, mixing with the warmth in a heady blend, the press of bare skin and exhaustion. Neither of them said a word.
John shifted in 1x1’s arms, his head resting against his chest, still trembling from the aftershocks of it all. The quiet settled over them, heavy and soft, the exhaustion sinking in.
John’s breath eventually evened as he passed out, his body going slack. 1x1 glanced down at him, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he took in the marks left on his lover’s skin. His hand brushed over the bruises, admiring the proof of what they’d shared. He whispered, barely audible, “I love you, John…” before his own exhaustion pulled him under, both heartbeats slowing in unison as they drifted into sleep.
They’ll clean everything up tomorrow.