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Even a brief interruption to gulp in oxygen didn’t calm Grant down. He felt as out of control as a schoolboy and seeing Spencer with his pupils blown and an impressive bulge in his trousers only added fuel to the fire.
Grant dove back in, matching Spencer's ferocity, and grinding against him as they kissed. “Are you fucking sure?” he demanded before he did anything they’d both regret.
Spencer held his gaze. “You can’t imagine how sure I am. I need normal. Just for tonight, if that’s all you have. But give me fucking normal, okay?”
“And normal is you, bent over the back of the couch. Got it.”
It took a while before they got to that part. Kissing each other stupid was more important.
Spencer paid no attention to Grant’s home, and Grant spared only a passing thought for the fact he’d never brought a lover to his place. The mesh of lips and tongues demanded his attention and left little room for anything else. At one point, Grant thought he heard the ping and clatter of buttons, but the impression faded with the next touch of Spencer’s hands. When he finally found himself bending Spencer over the back of the couch, he had no idea how they’d got there.
Spencer, with his chinos around his ankles and his arse on display, was an image worthy of a wet dream. Grant kneaded the cheeks and slipped his thumbs into the crack to tease Spencer’s hole, making Spencer moan. He wanted to fuck that sweet arse until they both screamed.
And he could.
Spencer was right here. Safe, and sound, and horny as hell.
“Tell me you want it,” he ordered.
“Do I have to? Is the visual in any way ambiguous?”
Little shit was taunting him. Well … two could play that game.
Grant draped himself over Spencer’s back and nuzzled his stubbled cheek into Spencer’s neck. He felt the wave of shivers passing through Spencer, and loved the way Spencer gripped the sofa cushions until his knuckles turned white.
“Get on with it.”
“Impatient.” Grant ground his hard-on into Spencer’s crease, teasing him. “You deserve a proper seeing to. Not a half-arsed rush job.”
“You fucking talk too much.” Spencer twisted, working his hand between them to unzip Grant’s jeans.
Grant wasn’t having it. Keeping Spencer on the edge became a cherished goal. He grabbed Spencer's wrists and pinned them to the cushions. “Keep your hands to yourself. You take what I’ll give you when I’m ready to give it to you.” He sucked Spencer’s earlobe between his lips and bit down, making Spencer jerk and moan.
Oh, really?
He unzipped himself one-handed while caressing Spencer’s arse. A string of condoms and a bottle of lube balanced on the arm of the couch, and while Grant had no idea when they’d stopped grappling long enough to find provisions, he didn’t hesitate to use them.
Spencer groaned and stuck his arse out when Grant pushed a finger inside. “More. Give me more.”
“You are an impatient little shit. I don’t want to hurt you.” Grant admired the way Spencer’s arse swallowed his finger. That was hot. Though not as arousing as the little whimpers he drew from Spencer’s throat when he moved the digit in and out. He added a second finger, and Spencer undulated and whined in response.
Grant grabbed hold of Spencer’s head and bent to kiss him, hard and messy, while he worked to get Spencer ready. There was no doubt Spencer wanted fucking, and Grant couldn’t wait any longer.
He smoothed on a condom, slicked himself, and then guided his cock to Spencer’s entrance.
“Don’t fucking make me wait!”
Grant wasn’tthatevil. He rocked against Spencer and watched with rapt attention as Spencer’s body swallowed him up.
Spencer moaned, long and soft. His hands clutched at the sofa, and he didn’t hold still. He pushed himself against Grant’s intruding cock until Grant almost backed away, afraid to cause pain.
Then Spencer’s muscles gave and Grant slid home.
It felt as if an inferno engulfed him. Hot. Tight. And oh, so fucking good.
Grant leaned over Spencer and found his mouth again, kissing him with near desperation. And Spencer, pinned and filled, allowed it. Let himself be kissed and mauled. Grant felt it when Spencer gave himself over, went loose and pliant. That was when he moved.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Grant fucked into Spencer in short, sharp jabs. Threw in a few longer, slower thrusts to change things up. Hit Spencer’s prostate until the doctor howled and found himself on the edge much sooner than he’d expected.
