Page 174 of Men in Shorts

“You—” Robert reached back and found the fiver. “What, just for your own entertainment?”

“To remind myself you’re a cheap slag.” He started laughing before the end of the sentence.

“If I’m such a slag,” Robert said as he shoved his arse back against Liam, “then why aren’t you fucking me like one?”

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An excellent question,Liam thought. But he had a ready answer.

“Maybe I’m waiting for you to fuckmelike one.” Hmm, that seemed ambiguous. He’d have to show Robert what he meant.

Liam eased back until only his slick tip was inside. “Go on, then.”

Robert propped himself up on his elbows, arched his spine, and began to move. Liam held still, barely, while his boyfriend thrust his arse in a beautiful ripple of muscle and skin and purple silk. Looking down, the sight of Robert consuming his cock again and again nearly brought Liam to his knees.

“You’re amazing,” Liam gasped out, though it was an understatement.

“It’s only the knickers,” Robert replied with a smirk in his voice.

“They don’t hurt.” He shook his head. “Actually, they are chafing me a bit. Hold still.” Liam seized the material in both hands and pulled outward. There was a satisfying rip as the slit lengthened all the way to the waistband. Liam was impressed the lace and elastic held fast—the garment was surprisingly well-manufactured considering its price.

“That was a very hot sound,” Robert said.

“Wasn’t it just? Wish I could do it again, but it’s fully torn. Unless you’d like me to do the front, too. It’d free you up.”

“Nah, I kinda like the idea of coming inside it.”

“I like it too.” Liam reached around until he felt Robert’s thick shaft beneath the silk. Robert gave a soft whimper, then thrust against his hand, nearly separating them down below.

“Don’t move.” Liam pressed Robert’s shoulders down until his chest met the desk. “Let me take you.”

“Do it.” Robert spread his arms to the side, once again embracing the piece of furniture. “Take what you need.”

“What I need is to make you come.” He gripped Robert’s cock through the knickers and began to thrust again, this time with the sort of quick, shallow strokes he knew could send his partner over the top in no time.

“Yessssss.” Robert’s neck arched as he pressed his forehead to the desk. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re gonnae come in my hand.”

“Aye.” His voice pitched up. “Liam…”

The desk beneath them shook, its joints creaking and the keys rattling on Robert’s weird ergonomic split keyboard—the one Liam couldn’t type on without looking at each letter.

Robert’s knees buckled. Liam went faster, urging him on, feeling his own balls tighten and lift. He fought to hold off his orgasm, but the feel of Robert’s cock in his hand and the sound of his rhythmic, rising cries…

“Ohhh fuuuuuck…” Robert clawed at the desk as he came inside his knickers, soaking the silky cloth against Liam’s palm.

Knowing how sensitive Robert got directly after orgasm, Liam pulled out to finish himself off with his hand. It took but a few strokes before he was showering hot come all over Robert’s hole—as well as his back, the desk, and a few other areas before he got the aim right.

Robert writhed on the wooden surface. “Put it back in.”

“Put it…?”

“Yes.”

“But won’t it?—”

“Just the tip. I want to feel it.”

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