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Robbie jerked a glance up at his eyes. “Do they hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Toby laughed, wriggling out of his shirt entirely, then smoothing his hands up Robbie’s hairy chest. “Not unless you tug on them hard.” He flashed a daring look at Robbie as he spoke.

Robbie barely had the wherewithal to respond to that. He smashed his mouth into Toby’s again, kissing him frantically as they ditched their trousers, then embraced and rubbed their bodies against each other. Robbie was half surprised that Toby didn’t have a penis piercing to go along with his collection, but he was intent on exploring the body part in question in more detail to make certain he hadn’t missed anything.

They tumbled onto his bed, not bothering to peel back the duvet or slide between the covers. There wasn’t time, at least not in Robbie’s mind. Toby seemed to want to top, but Robbiemuscled him to his back so that he could kiss his way down to one of the nipple piercings and take it into his mouth.

The way Toby tensed and shifted under him, gripping Robbie’s hair and making a dead sexy sound had Robbie perilously close to losing it long before he was ready to. He shifted his focus away from his own building orgasm and onto trying to make Toby lose it before he did.

Toby seemed to sense the game and pulled him up from lavishing his exciting nipples with attention so that he could kiss Robbie’s mouth again. It was a successful distraction as well, and within moments, Robbie was so transported with the closeness he felt to Toby, a closeness that would have seemed laughable only a week ago, that he let Toby flip their positions so that he lay sprawled on the bed.

“Thought you had me there, didn’t you,” Toby panted, mischief bright in his eyes.

Before Robbie could come up with something equally cheeky in reply, Toby stroked and kissed his way down his chest and belly. He reached for Robbie’s balls, fondling them for a moment and brushing his fingers over Robbie’s taint before drawing his hand up to stroke his cock.

The sensation was so powerful and so good that Robbie went boneless for a moment, all of his focus zipping into his dick, especially when Toby shifted down so he could lick his tongue along his cock from root to tip. He then pulled back Robbie’s foreskin so that he could lap at the drop of precum that had formed there, then closed his mouth over it and both licked and sucked in a way that had Robbie gripping the bedcovers and growling in an effort not to come to soon.

“Oh, God,” he gasped. “It’s too much. I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“Then embarrass yourself,” Toby said, his breath whispering over Robbie’s exposed, wet cockhead. “I won’t mind.”

He proved his words by bearing down on Robbie so deeply that all the willpower in the world couldn’t have stopped the floodgates from opening.

Robbie hissed every curse he knew, eyes closed and face pinched with pleasure, as he jerked tightly into Toby’s mouth, coming in several hard, all-encompassing waves. Toby swallowed perfectly, drawing the orgasm out into one of the longest and most satisfying Robbie had ever had. Not even Keith had made him come so hard so fast. But then again, Keith had always been in it for his own pleasure anyhow.

“Perfect,” Toby panted as he shifted back. “Nothing embarrassing there.”

He kissed Robbie’s inner thigh, then pushed himself up so that he knelt between Robbie’s legs. He nudged them farther apart as he did, which was unbelievably sexy for some reason, even though Robbie was too spent to do anything about it, then grabbed his own cock and balls.

Robbie’s heart felt like it flipped over in his chest as Toby knelt above him, raking Robbie’s sweaty, satisfied body with a hungry look, all while stroking himself vigorously. There was something obscene in the whole thing. Toby could have made a fortune on Only Fans jacking off and looking like that for voyeurs to enjoy. It was all Robbie’s private show, though. The glory of Toby’s fit, sweat-sheened body was just for him.

Toby’s breathing grew faster and tighter, and with a loud sigh of pleasure, he started to come. Robbie was surprised at how much of a shooter he was, and doubly surprised at how sexy it was to have Toby’s cum splatter him from chin to groin. It was like Toby was staking some sort of claim of ownership over him, and damn if it didn’t make Robbie wish he could come all over again.

Best of all, when he was spent and panting, Toby looked down at his handiwork with a lopsided grin that was so wickedand fierce that Robbie gave up any notion of not losing his heart completely. He was done, gone, head over heels.

“Now that’s art,” Toby said, making the feeling even deeper.

Robbie laughed. He couldn’t stop himself. The only thing that stopped him was Toby shifting to spread himself out over top of Robbie so they could kiss and caress as their passion continued to cool. They tangled up in each other, messy and wonderful. It was everything sex should be, and Robbie knew he wouldn’t be willing to give it up anytime soon.

SIXTEEN

There wasnothing like getting laid to set the world right. Toby was not too proud to admit that on particularly bad days in the past, he’d headed out to certain clubs after work to get a little dose of just what the doctor ordered to make all the bad things go away.

The difference with Robbie was that when they were both done and rested, he had no desire to leave and get on with his life. After sharing a shower with Robbie, one that had almost landed them right back in bed again, he’d dressed in his business suit, then headed back down into the heart of the house to see what sort of progress Mr. Hawthorne was making on sorting through the aftermath of turning down Willoughby Entertainment’s deal.

Robbie pretended that nothing was wrong as he went back to his ceramics studio to get a little of his own work done before the evening class. They tried to play it cool, hoping no one would guess what they’d been up to for two hours in Robbie’s flat, but judging by the look Mr. Hawthorne gave Toby when he caught up with him in the office, the activities of the afternoon weren’t a secret at all.

It wasn’t just the afternoon either. Once things were sorted with Mr. Hawthorne and Toby was tasked with reporting to the entire family in the morning about the Silver Productions deal, Toby headed home to change, and to pack a small overnight bag before heading back to Hawthorne House.

He spent the night with Robbie, catching up on everything they’d missed out on by being so drunk in Staffordshire. Toby was thrilled to discover Robbie was also on PrEP, and that he, too, was vers. It made for an invigorating night of what basically amounted to sex wrestling as both of them tried to get the upper hand.

In the end, they’d both capitulated at one point or another, and when morning finally came, Toby greeted it in Robbie’s arms, sore in fun places, muscles aching.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Robbie said in a groggy voice as Toby stretched himself fully awake and flipped to a more comfortable position on his back.

“What wasn’t supposed to happen?” Toby said on a yawn, welcoming Robbie into his arms.

He hummed deep in his throat and closed his eyes as Robbie played with one of his nipple piercings.

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