Page 50 of Gunpowder

His hips moved up of their own accord and Wren allowed it, welcomed it, moaning around him as Blair thrust his cock deeper into Wren’s mouth. Blair tried to pull back once he got a handle on himself but Wren sunk down to take him just as deep as he was before. He wrapped his hand around the thick base of Blair’s cock, and he worked it in tandem with his mouth, stroking Blair’s shaft as he pulled almost all the way off, then took him almost to his throat again.

“Oh god, Wren, you’ve got to, f-fuck, fucking stop.”

Wren let Blair’s cock slide from between his lips, but he kept stroking as he looked up at him. “Why?”

“You know why,” Blair said, though it lacked the intended vitriol.

Wren smiled, and Blair tugged at his bangs until Wren moved back up, laying himself over Blair with an almost feline grace, his movements languid and unhurried.

“If you don’t start doing something, I’m going to slap you,” Blair said against his mouth.

“Please?” Wren asked, pulling away to look down at him with Blair’s hand still twisted in his hair.

Blair yanked him back down. “You’re a menace.”

He kissed the answering smirk off Wren’s face, reaching down to shove at Wren’s pants, finding Wren to still be entirely too dressed. He pushed them down as far as he could—which didn’t turn out to be very far—until Wren got the hint and stood to kick them off. None of the lights on the upper level were on but Wren was backlit by the glow from downstairs, letting Blair fully see him for the first time. Pale skin stretched over lean muscle and Wren’s legs went on forever. He was—

“You’re beautiful,” Blair said softly, as if speaking too loud would cause Wren to dissolve before his eyes, vanish back to the world of dreams were impossibly perfect things belonged.

Wren didn’t seem to know what to say to that but Blair didn’t need him to say anything. He sat up to pull Wren back down to him, and Wren met him halfway, climbing back on top of him. He leaned up to kiss Wren’s neck between unsteady breaths from the friction of their cocks sliding against each other. On impulse, he pulled Wren’s head back by the hair to fully bare his throat and leave a mark of his own. Wren made a breathy sound that had the flames inside Blair licking higher, burning, branding him with the need for Wren to be inside him.

Wren grabbed Blair’s wrists and shoved them down on the bed on either side of his head. Blair tested Wren’s hold, and he could have easily broken it if he wanted, but he didn’t. He was surprised by just how much he liked Wren holding him down. Wren breathed heavily, looking down at him, and Blair basked in the sight of Wren starting to unravel.

“Fuck me,” Blair whispered.

Before Wren could ask, Blair pointed to the nightstand the best he could with his hands pinned down, and Wren released them to retrieve the small bottle that Blair knew was somewhere in the drawer with his spare phone charger and a couple extra boxes of ammunition. Wren found it immediately, and coated his fingers just as quickly. Blair felt his heart beating in his stomach as he parted his knees wider around Wren’s waist.

Wren didn’t seem to think that would suffice, as he sat back on his knees and pulled Blair forward by the waist, until Blair’s ass was in his lap. Heat crept over Blair’s face at the way he was bent and exposed. “I don’t see why you had to move me like this,” Blair grumbled, hoping the complaint would mask his embarrassment.

Wren stroked a hand over his thigh, fingers skimming just outside the healing gunshot wound. “Just trust me,” he said. He was calm, patient despite his cock almost touching Blair’s ass on his lap. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Blair said. He had planned on making another comment about Wren needing to hurry up and get on with it, but his head was clouded with anxiety and need, so that one word was all he could manage.

A cool touch brushed against his entrance and Blair’s head sunk deeper into the pillow. He shivered, recalling his request for Wren to leave his gloves on at the hotel and realizing this was the first time Wren had touched him intimately with no barriers between them. The pressure of Wren’s finger against him made his eyes fall shut with anticipation, and then he was opening up to it. He clenched his hands in the pillowcase above his head and bit back a moan.

“You okay?” Wren asked.

Blair nodded and forced himself to open his eyes, flushing even deeper at the sight of Wren’s hand between his legs, watching Wren’s forearm flex as he curled his finger. Blair’s cock lay swollen and leaking against his stomach, something that might have furthered his embarrassment if Wren’s wasn’t in the same state. Blair bit his lip, remembering how good Wren had felt in his mouth, his head spinning at the thought of how it would feel to have Wren inside him. He was so fixated on the sight that he didn’t notice a second finger against his entrance until it was sinking into him.

He couldn’t hold back his voice any longer, moaning at the slight sting of those two fingers breaching him but the stretch felt good. He had tried to touch himself there before but it had been nothing like this. Wren’s fingers were long and confident, sliding almost all the way out before he pushed them back in, and he increased the pace until he was fucking Blair with them, holding Blair’s hip to keep him still once he started to shake.

Wren tilted his head. “You like that?” he murmured, lips curving up.

The sound of his voice added to the mix was too much. Blair’s cock throbbed, pulsing precome onto his stomach. Blair was sure he was flushed all the way down to his chest at this point. He twitched at the feeling of Wren’s fingers curling inside him, wondering if he was trying to stretch him further as they pressed up and—

“Oh fuck,” Blair cried out as an indescribable and unfamiliar pleasure sparked through him.

Wren started to abuse that spot that Blair had never reached on his own, using his grip on Blair’s waist to hold him down on his lap as Blair’s trembling turned to writhing. Heat wound tight in Blair’s stomach, growing with every press of Wren’s fingers against his prostate. He realized he could come just from Wren fingering him. Looking at Wren made it worse, seeing his face framed by his tousled hair, glasses slightly askew and looking so fucking good even though he was a mess.

Blair’s toes curled in the sheets, and he was barely able to recognize the desperate sound that came out of him as his own voice. “Wren, please. I’m ready, just—please.”

The plea sent a flash of excitement through Wren’s eyes, and if Blair wasn’t so strung out he might have laughed. He would have a thing for making me beg. Wren leaned off the side of the bed, and Blair heard fabric rustling. He took deep breaths to calm himself. His cock was uncomfortably hard, his arms stiff from how hard he’d been holding onto the sheets. Wren straightened with a silver foil packet between his fingers.

“W-We don’t, um…” Blair trailed off.

Wren took the corner of the packet between his teeth, giving him a questioning look.

“We don’t have to use one,” Blair finally managed. “I mean, we didn’t at the hotel. And as long as you don’t have anything, and obviously I don’t since I haven’t been with anyone else, so—”

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