Page 33 of Now Comes the Dark

“Very much. Walk around the table. Let me see how your ass moves in them.”

Roman obeyed, circling the coffee table. The front of the trunks swelled with his erection, but that wasn’t what interested Mallon. He was a pure arse-man, and Roman gave him exactly what he wanted. Despite his lean build, his arse was oversized and out of proportion. The trunks only accentuated that further. Mallon chewed his bottom lips and stroked his cock while his eyes were glued to every move Roman made.

“You have more like this?” Mallon asked.

Roman shook his head. “Just a couple of jockstraps.”

“I will buy you more. You shouldn’t wear anything other than pants like this. Your arse should always be on display…always ready.”

He chuckled. “I think they might have something to say about that at the office.”

“Then they are idiots. Your ass is beautiful. These pants give it the justice it deserves.”

Roman moved closer to him on each circuit of the table. Mallon stiffened and leaned forward, and as Roman came around again, he held out a hand to stop him. Roman didn’t need to be told what to do next. He turned, presenting his butt, pressing it inches from Mallon’s face. He heard Mallon take a deep inhalation and mutter something in French he didn’t understand.

Then Mallon’s hands were on his waist, pulling him closer. His breath was hot against Roman’s buttocks, his nose brushed against the crack. Roman widened his feet, strengthening his posture. He put his hands on his thighs and pressed backwards. Mallon grabbed him, and with an animalistic groan, he buried his face in the crevice, his talented tongue going straight for the prize.

He ate Roman’s hole till it was wet and ready, before standing up and pushing him face down onto the sofa. Mallon pulled a sachet of lube from his pocket and tore into it, before fingering Roman’s hole, preparing the deeper passage. Then he was on top of him. Roman bore the weight on his back as Mallon shoved his trousers down and guided his sticky dick to the opening. He lined it up and shoved in. They groaned together. Roman gritted his teeth in pleasure as Mallon stretched and filled him. He would never get tired of this. There was an urgent need in both of them. They bucked and pushed against each other, both grinding and urging the other to fuck harder and take it deeper. There was a cushion right beneath Roman’s hips, and he rubbed his cock against it as Mallon pounded him from behind.

Mallon’s breath hissed in his ear. “Going to come.”

His fucking became more erratic. Roman thrust faster against the cushion. Their cries reached a crescendo, and they came together. As Mallon came inside Roman, Roman shot into the front of his briefs, filling them with his hot load.

“Wow,” he gasped afterwards. Mallon remained inside him; his breath rasped against the side of Roman’s head.

“Exactly,” Mallon groaned and laughed. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”

“You have?” Roman was surprised to hear Mallon thought about him at all when they were apart.

“I woke up this morning after having had a dream about you. A hot dream. Your ass has been on my mind ever since. It’s been quite a distraction.” He eased back gently, withdrawing.

Roman rose onto his knees. Mallon sat on the sofa with his trousers around his ankles, his cock glistening and semi-hard. He reached for the glass of wine and took a sip, gasping afterwards.

“The bottle is open on the counter,” Mallon said. “Help yourself.”

“I will. I’ll just clean up first.”

Roman grabbed his clothes and his bag and went to the bathroom. As well as a change of clothes so he could go straight to work in the morning, he’d brought some toiletries and a couple of spare sets of underwear. He took off the backless pants, which were now soiled with cum, and wiped himself down.

Mallon had pulled up his trousers and fastened his shirt when Roman returned to the main room. He poured a glass of wine and joined him on the sofa. He checked the time.Nine-thirty.

“Have you eaten?” he asked.

“Had something at the office this afternoon. You?”

Roman hadn’t touched the pasta he’d reheated for dinner. He’d been too pissed off with Ashley to eat then. “I’m starving.”

Mallon picked up his phone. “I’ll order a takeaway, though it’s probably too late to get something decent.”

“Don’t go to any trouble.”

“What do you like?”

“Nothing you’ll approve of, I’m sure. Pizza. Burgers. Curry. Chinese food. Fish and chips. I’ll eat anything.”

Mallon grimaced, scrolling through his phone. “Pizza is the least horrible of those options.”

Roman laughed and leaned into him. “If I’d known I was coming over, I would have picked up food at the supermarket. I’m not the greatest cook, but I can do something special with a couple of chicken breasts—nothing fancy like you’re used to, but better than a takeaway.”

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