Page 130 of The Home Game

By the time the chicken was in the oven, Matty couldn’t wait to get his hands on Antoni.

Antoni made a few mumbled noises of protest but when Matty pulled back to see if he really meant it, Antoni hauled Matty close and got his hand down his pants.

When Matty’s cock was leaking at the tip, he asked, “Can I fuck you?”

Antoni let out a strangled groan, spinning to face the counter. He pushed his pants down to puddle around his ankles and shot Matty a look over his shoulder that made him nearly trip over his own feet.

“Yeah?” Matty said, running his hands along Antoni’s back and pushing up his shirt to stare at his body. Wow, he was beautiful.

“C’mon, hurry up,” Antoni begged.

Matty laughed, letting his cock graze Antoni’s hip. “I need to get lube first.”

Antoni fumbled for something on the counter and shoved it toward Matty. “Use this.”

Matty stared at the bottle of olive oil for a moment before his heart took off, rabbiting like he’d done blue line sprints.

“Fuck, that’s weirdly hot,” he said hoarsely, fumbling the bottle in his hurry to get the lid off.

“Good, now get in me.”

Matty groaned, slicking his fingers with the greenish-gold liquid. The scent of it teased his nose as he slipped a finger into Antoni.

He was so responsive, groaning and rocking his hips to meet Matty’s careful thrusts and when Matty was knuckles-deep with three fingers, Antoni shot him a heated look over his shoulder.

“I mean it. Get in me.”

With shaking hands, Matty poured a little more of the olive oil on his palm and slicked his cock. As Matty aligned himself, he had a wild thought that he’d never cook with the stuff again without remembering this moment but then he was buried in Antoni’s tight heat and he stopped being able to think at all.

He started out slow but Antoni urged him on until Matty was fucking him with short, hard thrusts, curled over Antoni’s back, panting against his shoulder. He wrapped his slick hand around Antoni’s cock, working him over, until Antoni shoved his hand away.

“No. You come first. I want to try something.”

So Matty put his back into it and when he came, spots swam in front of his eyes.

What Antoni wanted to try apparently involved bending Matty over the counter and drizzling olive oil down his crack.

Matty shuddered when Antoni ran slick fingers along his entrance and teased at his opening. “Not gonna go inside you,” Antoni whispered when he tensed. “Just want to fuck you like this.”

Matty wasn’t sure what he meant until Antoni slotted his dick between Matty’s ass cheeks and began to thrust.

They both groaned.

Antoni began with a slow glide, making the most amazing noises as he rocked his hips back and forth. It wasn’t long before he sped up and when Matty clenched around him, Antoni released a strangled gasp. “Fuck! I’m not gonna last.”

Matty grinned, forehead pressed to the cool stone counter, enjoying the way Antoni’s hard cock slid between his cheeks, grazing his sensitive opening, and the little gasps Antoni made every time Matty tightened up.

“Do it. Come all over me,” Matty urged.

With a few more desperate thrusts, Antoni shuddered.

“Oh my God.” Antoni slapped his hand weakly on the stone surface as he came, spattering hot cum up Matty’s back and pulling away to finish on his ass. “Matty. Fuck!”

After, they both slid to the floor, boneless, and Matty let Antoni lay his head on his thigh. He ran his clean hand through Antoni’s sweaty hair while Antoni smiled dopily up at him.

“You lied to me.”

“What?” Matty asked, alarmed. “What do you mean?”

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