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They’re sitting on the couch, watching whatever nonsense is on tv and lazing about. Holly went for a sleepover around 6 and the two have been relaxing and cuddling since then. Pressed side to side, Healy’s arm resting over March’s shoulders and holding him close, March has his hand resting on the others thigh, thumb rubbing lazily back and forth. Every few minutes Healy can’t help but notice the younger gazing at the side of his face intently, only to look away once caught. After the third time Healy gets fed up and fully turns to the other “what?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “Nothing! Just…admiring.” March grins as Healy rolls his eyes “yeah well you’re being creepy.” “What? You stare at me all the time!”
The older scoffs and turns back to the tv, “that’s cause you’re-“ he gestures vaguely towards the other “you. It’s different.” “What does that mean?” March furrows his brow in confusion, he didn’t like where this was going. “Yknow what I mean, I’ve got like close to two decades over you, whatever, I’m old.” March gasps dramatically and points a finger into Healy’s face. “You better not be insinuating that MY boyfriend is not SMOKING hot!” Jackson pushes his finger out of his face and waves him off, “oh please. Flattery is not your strong suit.” “I mean it! Just because the wrappers a little wrinkled doesn’t make the candy any less sweet!” He ends his statement with an exaggerated wink which makes Healy laugh at him.
Healy still shakes his head, trying to focus on the tv once again and ignoring March’s nonsense. His view of the tv is suddenly blocked by a body as March swings his leg over Healy to straddle him, plopping comfortably in his lap. Healy lets out a gentle “oof” at the sudden weight and looks up to see Holland staring at him intensely. “Oh you think I’m joking? I’m being 100% real.” He leans close to Healy’s ear and whispers “I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He shifts his hips, wiggling them slightly to press further down onto Healy, his hands threading through the older man’s hair and pulling so he can get to his neck.
Healy’s breath stutters and his hands raise to grip Hollands hips tight, trying to hold the other man in place. March presses open mouthed kisses to the expanse of skin exposed as he pulls Healy’s head to the side. Healy grunts, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises on March’s hips, said hips start a slow delicious grind on his lap. “Fuck March, slow down.” Healy gasps and Holland moans into his ear, licking the outer shell and biting lightly “do you see what you do to me?” He emphasizes his statement by taking one of Healy’s hands and pressing it into the front of his pants, allowing Healy to feel the hardness there.
“Mmmph!” He groans as the older wraps his hand around his length and squeezes experimentally. “You see how hard you make me? That’s all you baby.” He gasps, high pitched at the end as Healy strokes him fully. “Fuck. You’re so good to me sweetheart” Healy breathes out in disbelief, looking up at the angel in his lap. Said angel leans back to shrug out of his shirt, wasting no time in ripping off his tank top as well. March’s hands immediately start tugging at Healy’s shirt as well, almost popping a button in his haste. “Easy easy!” March just whines impatiently when Healy grabs his wrists to still his hands “what are you in a hurry for?” Healy asks and March lets out the most pitiful “want you…” he could muster, trying his best to do his signature puppy dog eyes.
Healy just about faints, how did he get so lucky with this beauty in his lap, looking at him so shyly and wanting. “Aww baby, how do you want me?” He releases March’s wrists and dances his fingers up and down the others sides, enjoying the way it makes the younger shiver. With his newly freed hands March starts working at Healy’s belt and fly, sitting up on his lap and tugging the slacks down. “Wanna ride you.” He says easily and it makes Healy almost choke on his own saliva, ‘when did he get so bold?’ He wonders. His thought is interrupted by a warm hand on his crotch, pumping him to full hardness.
He groans at the sudden loss of warmth as Holland slides off his lap to pull something out of his back pocket before shimmying out of his own pants. He tosses the item towards Healy and it smacks him in the face, Healy gives him a pointed look and holds up the packet of lube. “I am a man of the 20th century and we are NOT using spit this time.” March says matter-of-factly, helping Healy fully out of his own pants and clothing before hopping back into his lap, thighs straddling the other’s hips and pressing down so their members slide together. The friction and slide has them both gasping, hands reaching out to grab whatever they could touch. Hollands hands grazing over Healy’s broad shoulders, his pecs, he squeezes his biceps and leans in again to bite at the older man’s neck. Healy’s own hands dancing up and down March’s back, leaving goosebumps in their wake, he finds the discarded packet of lube and starts opening it behind Hollands back.
He drizzles some out onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid briefly before reaching behind March’s spread thighs. March releases his hold on the other’s neck and stutters out a gasp when Healy’s fingers rub against him, the tip of one sliding in easily. Healy tests another finger, surprised to find it slide in smoothly and easily. He looks up at Holland, questioning “did you prep already?” March bites his lip and gives him a shy smile, Healy immediately starts thrusting in and out of the younger man, testing, and March’s body tenses deliciously around him. He moans easily, humping down onto the digits inside of him. “You little minx, you had this whole thing planned didn’t you?”
March just grins proudly, it doesn’t last long when Healy crooks his fingers just right and his mouth falls open in whimper. “Healy, Healy” he gasps “I’m ready, please.” Jackson ignores him and starts pushing a third finger in alongside the other two. March’s body stills, back bowed tight and tense as the other man stretches him, Healy knew the younger man was impatient but he didn’t want to hurt him. March’s whimpers and whines grow in frequency, becoming more and more desperate by the second, he needed Healy in him yesterday. “Healy please please please” he hiccups, bouncing on the others lap. “Shhh good boy, I’ve got you.”
Healy licks a stripe up March’s chest as he thrusts two, three more times before pulling out completely. Holland is biting at him again, seeming to need to do something with his mouth and Jackson growls when he pours the rest of the lube onto his dick, stroking it a few times. One hand guides the head to March’s entrance, his other pulling March’s head back to force him to look into his eyes as he pushes slowly, relentlessly, in.
March is immediately grateful for the extra prep as the stretch still burns somewhat, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he fully seats himself. Thighs trembling, he struggles to adjust to the size, a breathy squeak escaping him when Healy does a small thrust up. The older man’s hands rest on his hips again, grounding and comforting as his thumbs rub circles into the hip bones. “You okay?” Healy asks, leaning forward to press sweet kisses onto March’s cheek bones, the slight movement causes him to shift inside Holland and he lets out a shaky exhale. “Mm good…just give me a second…s’big.”
Healy lets that comment stroke his ego and tries his hardest not to thrust up into the heat, growling slightly. March gives a few experimental rolls of his hips, hissing as he finally uses his thighs to lift up partially off Healy’s dick before falling back onto it, breathy whine as it brushes against that spot inside of him. “I’m good, yeah.” He interlocks his hands behind Healy’s neck and looks down at him, flushing when he notices the man’s expression. Healy looks like he wants to devour him, eyes dark and raking over every visible part of the younger man’s body, trying to restrain himself.
Holland uses his thigh muscles to rise and fall onto Healy’s length, legs trembling with the effort, he bites his lip and moans. “See how good you make me feel? So..”
rise
“big”
fall
“so”
rise
“full-ah~”
fall, his legs giving out as he seats fully back down, grinding slow and sensually, head thrown back in pleasure. Healy’s holding onto him for dear life, groaning with each slide of the younger man on top of him, he’s very quickly losing his composure. “Baby.” He grits out between clenched teeth, fingers clenching and unclenching March’s hips “let me help you sweetheart, please?”
March looks back down at him, sees the desperation on his face and swallows thickly “ah okay okay-aHH!” He yelps as Jackson stands up from the couch, fully carrying him, his dick still inside as he flips them around to fold March in half on the couch cushions. The display of strength and sudden position change have Hollands head reeling. He barely has time to register what’s happening when Healy pushes his legs up onto his shoulders, huh ‘didn’t know I was that flexible’ is the last coherent thought he has before the older man started thrusting with earnest.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuuuuck…” a litany of sounds and curses fall from his mouth as Healy fully thrusts into him. His head knocks against the arm of the couch with every push and pull but he’s too overwhelmed to care. Healy’s looking into his eyes, brow furrowed and face flushed “look at you just taking it like a good boy” that makes Holland whimper high and long “so good, so good, ah! Healy!” He babbles incoherently, head shaking side to side, the onslaught of pleasure building and building.
“Come with me, come on good boy” he just about shrieks when Healy reaches in between them to grab his member, stroking it rapidly. His whole body is tensing and shaking as he holds on for dear life, letting Healy take what he wants. “I love you, I love you” Healy murmurs into his ear, hugging him as close as possible as he grinds deep. Those words make March close his eyes tightly, a few tears seeping out, he’s unable to respond properly “hnnnngg ahhh!”
One last thrust presses into his prostate just as Healy’s palm plays with the head of his dick and he screams as he’s coming all over the others hand and stomach. Healy grinds deep, trying to press impossibly closer as his own orgasm hits at the same time. It feels like forever, the endless pulsing of his groin, his hole rhythmically clenching onto the length inside of him. He hiccups a small sob, a few more tears slipping out as Healy collapses on top of him, crushing him in a weirdly comforting way, though his legs are starting to cramp from being pushed up over Healy’s shoulders.
Healy breaths in and out a couple times before gently pulling out and letting Hollands legs fall to rest on the couch, the younger man whimpering softly at the emptiness. March is boneless as Healy rearranges their position on the couch so he’s spooning him, arm resting comfortably over the younger’s stomach and playing with the hair leading towards his pelvis. March shivers and whimpers, not opening his eyes as fresh tears fall. Healy props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at his boyfriend, leaning into give gentle kisses to his eyelids “shhh what’s wrong darling? You okay?” Holland finally opens his glossy eyes to look at the man leaning over him, nodding as his brow twitches, furrowing while more tears well up. “Yeah…I just love you is all.” He gives a wobbly smile that Healy immediately leans into and kisses. They kiss slowly, lazily, still laying on the couch together.
March hums and lays his head back on the cushion, gazing up at Healy with a dopey expression on his face. Jackson stares right back at him, finally asking, “what’s that look for?” March caresses the side of the older man’s face, smiling wider, “just admiring.” Healy laughs and leans in to kiss him again.