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"You turn me on, Daddy." The kisses became little licks of fire. Even through all their clothing, Seryn's cock was hard and needing attention. Mitchell looked around for a place to lay Seryn.
He ended up just using the wall for leverage.
After putting Seryn on his feet, he fumbled with the button on Seryn's pants.
Seryn gripped Mitchell's hair. "On the bike. Please, Daddy. I want it on the bike."
Something about their kinks aligning made Mitchell's blood heat faster than it ever had before. "Which bike?"
"The one with the green flames." Seryn held on when Mitchell lifted him off his feet again. Seryn wrapped his long legs around Mitchell, burying his fingers in Mitchell's hair. The kiss made demands right from the start. It stole Mitchell's focus, making the need build in his core. Seryn knew how many licks it took to get Mitchell so hot he couldn't think about anything else.
He'd never been so far gone for someone before. His intention was obvious in his own mind. Each time they made love, that intention came to mind, because that was why they made love. It wasn't just fucking. It was reaffirming what they had.
Mitchell pulled back because the need to fuck Seryn was overwhelming and he needed to focus on getting lube. "Take your pants off. I'll be right back."
"Lube. Bathroom." Seryn pointed to a closed door at the other end of the garage.
Mitchell eyed the kitchen door. There had to be something in the kitchen that would work as well, but was it closer than the bathroom? He decided just to get the lube from the bathroom as Seryn had suggested, since it would take less time.
The bathroom was a half-bath with a toilet and a small vanity. Mitchell opened the top draw. On top of a stack of washcloths was an unopened tube of lubricant. Mitchell would ask Seryn why it was there later when he could think about something else besides getting inside Seryn.
Mitchell cursed when he saw Seryn and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Seryn lay with his head on the handlebars and his ass half on, half off the bike. He hadn't pulled his legs back yet, but his pretty cock was on display, jetting out as if begging to be touched.
As soon as Seryn saw him, he squirmed. The leather creaked underneath him.
"Daddy," he whined when Mitchell took too long to get to him. It was just that Seryn was so pretty, laying on the bike like that with his legs hanging off to one side. He looked so needy and perfect.
How had Mitchell gotten so lucky? He didn't deserve someone like Seryn. He'd done too many bad things in his life for whatever god existed to have gotten it so wrong. So he had to wonder when the other shoe would drop. Would something or someone take it all away?
Not that he wouldn't make the most out of the moment. He was grateful. So grateful it made his chest ache. Like Seryn, who discovered love created a physical ache, so did gratitude sometimes.
Mitchell closed the distance and kissed him before he did anything else. He held Seryn's cock, playing with the head, smearing the pre-cum in. Seryn held on to the kiss, wanting to go deeper, but he couldn't breathe and kiss at the same time. He pulled back. "Please, Daddy."
The begging went straight to his cock.
He had to let go of Seryn's cock so he could open the lube, but when he had it open, he squeezed some on his fingers and then more into his hand. He held Seryn's cock again before pressing a finger inside him.
Seryn pulled his legs back as far as he could without falling off. He moaned so loud he was sure Todd and Evan heard from in the living room. "Sexy boy."
"I need it on my cock, Daddy."
Mitchell thought he understood what Seryn was asking for. Since he hadn't moved his hand on Seryn's cock, he wanted friction. But Mitchell didn't want to give it to him yet. He wanted to be inside Seryn first. "Daddy knows what you need."
Mitchell added another finger.
"Feels so good."
Mitchell leaned down, kissing along Seryn's jaw. "Mmm. So good. You're my sweet boy, aren't you?"
"Only for you, Daddy."
Yeah, Mitchell knew Seryn wasn't sweet to anyone else. And that was okay. He didn't need to be.
Mitchell added another finger, but he didn't fuck into him very many times before he pulled all the way out.
He squirted more lube on his cock and then took Seryn's hand and put some on it. "Touch yourself."
Mitchell needed both hands to hold Seryn on the bike, but he entered Seryn first.
