eyes met and held as he knelt between John’s knees and
grasped the waistband of John’s shorts. Waiting for him to lift his hips so Rob
could pull them down and off, freeing the stiff cock from its restriction.
Long, gloriously hard flesh with enough girth that he thanked God for lube. He
had seen it before of course, but this time Rob wanted to savor it. It bobbed
in time with John’s heartbeat, the crown flushed dark crimson, the slit weeping
pre-cum. Rob leaned forward, bracing himself on the other man’s thighs,
catching the salty fluid with his tongue. Brushing his cheek against the
velvety-smooth skin. Breathing the scent of John’s arousal deep into his lungs.
“You smell so good, love.”
John moaned and Rob felt the tremor as his lover fought to
stay still. He nuzzled the crisp hair at the base of the shaft and ran his
tongue over the soft sac, drawing each side into his mouth and tugging gently.
Robin’s own erection throbbed against his shorts and he
reached down to free it with one hand, firmly grasping John’s cock with the
other and drawing his tongue back up along the length of him. John was panting
now, his hands clenched in the soft cushions of the sofa. When Robin at last
took him in his mouth he cried out and thrust forward helplessly. Robin drew
back slightly, enough that he didn’t choke, waiting until John grasped control
again and subsided back onto the seat. Loving the fast throb of his lover’s
heartbeat against his tongue, he slowly worked John’s cock into his mouth,
swallowing when he felt it nudging the back of his throat and then sucking as
he pulled back. Stroking his own cock in rhythm until he could feel the tension
in both their bodies that heralded their approaching release. John’s hands
threaded into his hair and he could feel them shaking. Almost…almost…
“Stop,” John gasped. “Ah, sweet Jesus. Stop.” He pulled
weakly at Robin’s hair. “I want to be inside you. Right. Now.”
Robin heard the need in John’s voice and reluctantly
released him.
“Tell me you have a condom,” he growled as the other man
joined him on the floor.
“Aye.” John reached down and drew a condom and a small
package of lube out of the pocket of his discarded shorts.
Robin took the packet from him. “Thank God, I don’t think I
can make it to the bedroom.” He leaned forward, bracing his arms on the seat as
John positioned himself behind him.
“Dinnae you dare move fae that spot.” John growled, his
accent thickened by his arousal as he smoothed on the thin latex sheath.
“Yes sir.”
“Laugh if you like, leannan , but you’re seconds away
from me spankin’ your arse.”
“Is that so?” Robin glanced over his shoulder, eyes wicked.
“Well, I think you and my ‘arse’ are gonna be too busy in just a minute.” He
hissed as he felt John’s fingers spread cold lubricant over his opening, into
him, pushing deep with a burning pressure. Robin’s cock pulsed with the need
for release but when he moved to stroke it John grabbed his hands and held them
firmly above his head.
The scratch of John’s stubble and the softness of his lips
made him shiver as his lover kissed his way up the nape of his neck to nip at
his earlobe. “Are you ready, Robin?”
“Fuck yes, I’m ready, I am beyond ready. Do it now,
John.”
The pressure from those fingers disappeared and Robin almost
whimpered at the loss. But the broad head of John’s cock soon nudged against
him in their place. The burning ache returned as John pressed forward. Robin
grunted as he felt the tight muscles give way.
John groaned. “Bloody hell!”
He eased his cock into Rob’s ass by slow increments. When
the man began to move his hips Robin cried out again at the friction and his
muscles tightened in response. John cursed softly and grasped Rob’s cock,
urging him to meet the thrusts with his own. Flesh met flesh until they were
both breathless, neither one capable of more than inarticulate sounds