Page 70 of Rat Park
Flor hummed in pleasure as Dominic slipped two wet fingers inside him, just the tiniest bit loose from when they had fucked the night before. Dominic lay on his side next to Flor, draping one of Flor’s legs over the arm that had its fingers pumping in and out of Flor’s hole. Flor propped his foot on the side of Dominic’s thigh, his knee resting against Dominic’s shoulder, spreading himself wide.
Dominic slipped a third finger in, making Flor groan and roll his hips. He watched himself fuck Flor with his fingers, looking intently as they appeared and disappeared into his body, his hole stretched around them. Watched Flor twitch and squirm and buck as Dominic rubbed his prostate again and again, a stream of noise babbling from Flor’s lips. Flor’s cock was red and leaking a pool of precome on the flat of Flor’s stomach.
“Do you think you could come just from my fingers, Flor?” Dominic asked quietly.
“Oh, fuck, oh Jesus, God,” Flor panted.
“It’d take you a while, though, wouldn’t it? You’d be begging me to touch you before we reached the end.”
“Yeah, yeah, please, please fuck Dominic, touch me,” Flor groaned, thrusting back onto Dominic’s fingers.
Dominic moved so that he was kneeling between Flor’s legs, freeing the arm he’d been leaning on.
“Like this?” Dominic cupped his hand over the wet, sensitive head of Flor’s cock, squeezing it rhythmically.
Flor whined loudly and bucked his hips as if he didn’t know if he wanted to get closer or further away from the touch.
“No, no,” Flor panted.
“No?”
“Fuck, yes. Yes, yes, please.”
Dominic showed mercy, stroking up and down Flor’s cock. He could tell Flor was close, his chest flushed, nails scratching at the bed.
“What did you say before about coming on my face?” Dominic mused, leaning down to suck on the head of Flor’s cock.
“Oh,fuck.”
Dominic pulled away and closed his eyes as he felt Flor start to come, stroking him through the orgasm as he let the hot streaks of come hit his face. He heard Flor curse his way through his orgasm, body shaking beneath Dominic’s.
Dominic opened his eyes carefully, but he barely had a moment before Flor shoved Dominic onto his back.
“Fuck, Dominic, that was so fucking—” He cut himself off in favour of lapping at Dominic’s face, licking his own come from Dominic’s skin.
Now it was Dominic’s turn to curse and buck, and Flor was merciful enough to wrap his fingers around Dominic’s cock and stroke him quickly. It was a mess of open-mouthed kisses as Dominic raced to the edge, already close from the sight of Flor on his fingers, his sounds and the flush of his body.
Dominic moaned roughly through his orgasm, his whole body arching as if it knew to search for Flor over him.
By the time they were done, both were covered in come and spit, dirty and sated.
“I think we need another shower,” Flor said eventually, when both their breaths had calmed down, lying entwined in each other.
“In a minute,” he said, pulling so that Flor was completely draped over him, Dominic’s arms wrapped around his body.
This was what it was like to have.
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Sometimes, they didn’t do much at all. They’d lay in bed, soft and playful, as time treated them gently and didn’t race by. Flor would burrow into Dominic’s side, trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to tickle him, until Dominic pinned him down and the space between them dissolved into a kiss.
“Let’s playWould You Rather,” Flor demanded one afternoon, the sunlight slanted across his almost nude form as he sprawled over Dominic.
“Like…who would you rather fuck, or…?”
“No! Oh my God.” Flor dissolved into giggles. “Who would you rather, me, or me?” Flor asked, digging his chin into Dominic’s chest.
“Me,” Dominic decided seriously, laughing as Flor bit him.
