Page 106 of Role Model

“Keep your legs there,” he ordered. He removed his hands and Harris obeyed, keeping himself spread wide-open while he watched Troy roll a condom on.

Troy drizzled lube on his sheathed cock, then stroked himself slowly. “Don’t deserve all this,” he said huskily. “This gorgeous man waiting for my cock. So fucking hot.”

“You deserve it,” Harris said. “Please. Give it to me.”

Troy hauled him roughly to the end of the mattress, then planted one foot on the bed. He lined himself up and slowly pushed in, making Harris groan with relief.

Harris was so hard. His cock had been mostly ignored tonight, and it was demanding attention now. Troy was buried to the hilt inside him, panting and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” Troy gritted out. “You feel too fucking good.”

Harris began stroking himself, because it seemed that Troy wasn’t going to be able to last very long tonight. “Take your time,” he said. “Or come if you need to. Just want you to feel good.”

Troy watched the movement of Harris’s hand. His tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip. “Get yourself close.” He gave a few shallow thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure through Harris’s body. Getting close wouldn’t be a problem for Harris.

Troy moved faster as Harris’s hand sped up, and finally he rasped, “I can’t—I have to—” and then he was really pounding into him. Hard and relentless, slamming the headboard against the wall, making Harris cry out with pleasure.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Troy gasped, then he stilled and his mouth went slack. He pulled out so quickly that Harris yelped, then he swallowed Harris’s cock down, sucking hard. It was a matter of seconds before Harris erupted into Troy’s mouth with a loud moan. Hopefully the soundproofing in Troy’s fancy building was decent.

“Holy shit,” Harris panted. Troy flopped beside him, also breathing hard.

“Yeah. Sorry I went off so fast.”

“Don’t be. It was hot as hell.”

They lay together quietly for a minute or two, letting their breathing return to normal. Then Harris turned his head and could see Troy fighting a smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just that I always feel ridiculous after sex.”

“Oh.” Harris traced a finger over the curve of his shoulder, then over to the grooves around his pecs. “I get that. It’s a pretty weird activity, really.”

Troy snorted and then shook with laughter, which made Harris laugh.

“Now that you said that, I can’t stop thinking about how weird it is,” Troy said.

“Yeah, it’s like, we can have dinner, or watch TV, or you can stick your dick in my ass.”

Troy was full-on giggling now. It was a joy to listen to.

“I would like those other things,” Troy said, once he’d gotten himself under control. “With you, I mean.”

Harris’s heart pounded. “You would?”

“Definitely. I’d...” Troy trailed off, gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Do you think people saw us kissing? Like, who recognized me?”

Ah. Here we go. “I don’t know,” Harris said honestly.

“Maybe there are photos of us on Twitter.”

“It’s always a risk these days, but you could always deny that it’s you in the photos.”

Troy was silent a moment, then said, “No one would expect me to be at a concert like that.” Harris translated it as no one would expect me to be surrounded by queer people.

“Probably not.”

Troy abruptly sat up and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” Harris asked.

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