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1
TK pants as he pulls himself up, then lowers back down. His hands are sore from gripping the bar so tightly, and he can feel sweat drops trickling down his spine.
A cool hand touches the small of his back and he startles, nearly dropping himself onto the floor, before strong arms wrap around him, keeping him secure and steady.
“Whoa,” Carlos laughs. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
"Mhm. It's fine. Wanna help me down? You can fuck me on the bench," he offers craning his neck and winking.
"I was going to fuck you anyways." Fair, really. That's the whole point of this... game they have. Carlos fucks TK wherever and whenever he wants to, and TK thanks him. "But I’d hate to interrupt your workout. How about you keep going?”
TK's face falls. "You don’t have to leave. I don’t mind stopping.”
“Who said anything about leaving, baby?" Carlos teases, kissing the base of his neck.
TK gasps softly, and, with a fair amount more effort than before, begins to pull himself up again.
He nudges a hand between his thighs and rubs a bit of chilly lube between them. It makes spine feel like jelly, and he adores it.
Carlos pushes his dick between TK’s thighs and he whines, arms trembling as he tries to keep his sweaty palms from slipping. He can feel the tight grip on his hips, and Carlos thrusts in and out of the tight, slick space.
TK adores this; when Carlos finally just lets himself take and take, instead of being so worried about TK that he refuses to let go.
Every time he pulls himself up, Carlos thrusts between his thighs, and every time he lowers, he slips out. His muscles ache, exhaustion and overexcitement coursing through him.
It takes several minutes for Carlos to come, and, by the time he does, TK can barely keep going.
Carlos nips at his shoulder blade as he comes, half in and half out of his thighs, covering between his legs with hot, sticky come.
"Fuck," TK says, and immediately lets go of the bar. Carlos tugs him close, and they both pant heavily.
2
TK leans forward, trying to see the screen just a bit better, then shouts as his character falls to the floor.
“FUCK!” he yells. “That wasn’t fair!”
He clicks the ‘Retry’ button and sits upright, clutching the controller tightly.
He’s so focused that he doesn’t even notice Carlos’ dick near his face until it’s pressing against the corner of his mouth.
He opens his mouth to speak, and Carlos immediately shoves fully inside. TK gags, eyes watering, and he tries his best to continue his game.
Carlos keeps a firm grip on his hair and fucks in and out of his mouth, making him choke with every thrust. TK doesn’t manage to shoot more than a single enemy in his game, and he dies several more times, before Carlos finally comes down his throat.
Carlos stays still for a moment, relishing in the feeling of TK’s throat spasming around his softening cock, before pulling out.
TK coughs and scrubs at his watery eyes. “Thank you,” he whispers, voice hoarse.
Carlos smiles and tucks himself back into his pants before sitting beside TK and snuggling close. “Love you.”
3
TK shuts his eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of the chamomile botanical bath bomb he had used.
The water shifts, and he blinks blearily. “Hi,” he murmers as Carlos sinks down opposite him.
He’s so grateful that the new house has such a big tub. If he wanted to, he could probably fit another man in it. (Maybe someday, they’ll invite a friend over. But Carlos isn’t quite ready for that, not now.)
Carlos reaches under him, and the glass plug he had worn into his bath is gently tugged out. TK smiles; he had a feeling Carlos would do this. He’d used silicone-based lube specifically for the sake of Carlos’ insatiable need to fuck him.
He’s pulled onto Carlos’ lap, and Carlos carefully positions his cock at his hole and pushes carefully in.
Thankfully, he’s gentle, this time. He grinds in slowly, making sure not to make the water slosh above the rim of the tub,
He wraps his hand around TK’s cock and strokes as he moves, making him tense up around Carlos.
It’s just enough pressure for Carlos to come inside of him, groaning and gasping softly.
He continues to jerk TK off until he comes, too, tainting the bathwater and giving Carlos the slightest glare
Carlos slides the plug back into his hole, then stands, climbs from the tub, and presses a sweet, soft kiss to TK’s forehead.
4
“An arsonist is much cooler than a sniper, thank you very much,” TK insists, and pokes his tongue out.
He glances over as Carlos stands beside him and tugs his boxers below his dick, but Carlos presses his finger to his lips, and TK quickly takes the hint.
“We deal with fires every day! That’s weak!”
“Okay. Well,” TK tries, doing his best to not glance over at Carlos as he jerks himself off quickly, “this was twice that he targeted where I was!”
Buck furrows his brow, trying to follow TK’s eyes. “Everything alright?”
TK quickly snaps his eyes back to the screen. “Yeah, why?”
“You keep looking away.”
“Yeah, just- wind. A, uh- a tree keeps hitting the window.”
The excuse is pathetic, but Buck seems to buy it. “Man, it’s been crazy windy here lately.”
“Oh?” he inquires, noncommittal and distracted.
Buck nods. “Maybe we’ll get a tornado this time, hm?”
“Maybe,” he says, then a finger taps firmly on his shoulder, and turns to look over at Carlos. He barely has time to process what’s happening and squeeze his eyes shut before his face is painted with come, and he gasps.
He carefully wipes away some come that had landed on his eyelid and meets Buck’s eyes. He looks shocked, and TK can’t help the warm blush that spreads across his face.
“Wow. That was… Hot.”
“Glad you liked the show,” Carlos says, leaning into frame and licking up a stripe of his own come from TK’s cheek. Buck and TK both whimper at that, and, based on the way his arm is moving, TK feels pretty certain that Buck has a hand down his pants.
“Aww,” Carlos coos, scratching TK’s hair. “You got Buck all worked up. I think you owe it to him to get him off, don’t you think?”
Buck moans softly at Carlos’ words, and TK glances between them both.
“Don’t be shy, now. We all know you’re a dirty whore, so how about you tell Buck everything you wanna do to him?”
“I don’t-” he starts, mouth slightly agape. “Don’t know what to say.”
“Would it help to see what you’re working with?” Buck offers, a small, pleased smile on his lips.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, please?”
Buck adjusts his laptop until his crotch is in frame, and slowly, nearly teasingly, unzips his jeans. Then, his boxers are pushed down, and TK gasps. It’s so big and pretty, and, as perfect as Carlos’ cock is for TK on a day-to-day basis, he certainly wouldn’t refuse the opportunity to take that for a ride. Buck slowly strokes himself, hips thrusting up into his fist.
TK thinks for a moment, staring at it with his mouth watering, before he speaks. “I would love to suck your cock. It looks so big. I’d barely be able to suck on it without choking- my jaw would be so sore, after.”
“Mh. What if I wanted you to choke on it?”
“Then- I’d let you hold me down. I’d let you keep me on your cock until I couldn’t breathe and I was begging for air, and then you could hold me down even longer.” Buck moans even louder, and TK continues. “If I passed out on your cock, you could just grab my hair and fuck my throat. Fuck it so hard that I’ll never be able to stop feeling your cock in my throat, then you could turn me around and rail my hole.”
“Oh, God, TK, please,” Buck pleads, stroking himself faster and faster.
“I hope you wouldn’t mind having seconds- Carlos loves to leave his come in my hole and plug me up. But your dick is so big, the plug wouldn’t be enough to keep me ready for you. You’d have to fuck me with Carlos’ come as lube, Buck. It would hurt, but I wouldn’t even know til I woke up with my hole all fucked out and filled up with your come. I’d love that, Buck, wouldn’t you-”
He’s cut off as Buck makes a small growling sound, and he can see his come land on his stomach.
“Good job,” Carlos praises a few minutes later, petting TK’s head again once Buck signs off. “Such a good boy, showing off how pretty you can talk.”
“Thank you,” TK says. “I liked playing with Buck. Can we have him over, one day?”
Carlos looks hesitant. “Maybe. Eventually. We can talk about it?”
“No rush,” TK assures, leaning his head back into Carlos’ hand. “More scratches? Please?”
Carlos is more than willing to oblige.
5
A hand sliding under the hem of his shirt snaps TK awake, and he jolts up.
Warm lips press to his throat, and he quickly relaxes again. It’s just Carlos, as always.
“Hi,” TK whispers, opening his eyes to watch his boyfriend.
“Hi, baby. Mind if I borrow you?”
“Mmm. You really think you need to ask?”
Carlos laughs and kisses right behind his ear. “You were sleeping. I thought I could get it done with without waking you up.”
“Aww, what a gentleman. Planning on fucking me while I slept, making me wake up sticky?”
“I was going to wear a condom!” Carlos protests, pouting dramatically.
TK snorts. “Sure you were. We both know you love when I wake up knowing you had your way with me.”
“I was also going to be sweet with you. Guess that’s out of the question, isn’t it?
Carlos pushes TK down flat on the mattress and quickly strips his shirt off, tossing it carelessly across the room. TK squirms uselessly against the cuffs binding him to the bed as Carlos straddles his chest.
“I thought you were going to use me,” TK complains. He wants Carlos to fuck him- his ass, his thighs, his mouth; anything, really.
“Oh, I am, baby,” Carlos assures him as his thumbs rub over his nipples. “I’m gonna fuck your little tits and come all over your face. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
TK suddenly can’t breathe, and he has no clue if it’s because of Carlos sitting on his chest or the sudden arousal he feels at the idea.
“I don’t really- I don’t think that’ll work very well. My chest- my tits,” he corrects, face red, “well- they’re not really… Big enough to fuck.”
“That’s half the point, though. Fucking your itty bitty titties? Even though they’re so little and pathetic?” TK takes a shaky breath as Carlos jerks his hips forward, thrusting his cock into the shallow dip between TK’s pecs. “God, as if fucking your useless, tiny tits isn’t the hottest thing. I can hold them in one hand, baby.”
TK’s mouth falls open and Carlos places a hand on his cheek, making him meet his eyes.
“That makes you feel ashamed, doesn’t it, TK? Your tits are so small, they’re barely even worth shoving my dick between. So why don’t you thank me for bothering to fuck them?”
TK nods. “Thank you. Thank you for fucking my tits. Thank you for using me, baby, I love it so much. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, babe. You’ve got such little tits. So fucking tiny. Has anyone ever bothered to suck on them, see if maybe it’ll make them the tiniest bit swollen? Or,” he says, raising his hand and laying a brutal smack to the side of his pec, “or maybe I should bruise them up? That’ll make them nice and puffy, wouldn’t it, all bruised and red and purple?”
He flicks at TK’s nipples, then pinchest them between his nails, making TK squeak and squirm. “Come on, I asked for an answer. Anyone tried making those tiny little fleabites bigger?”
TK shakes his head. “No. I’ve never really had anyone mess with them before.”
“You wanna know why no one’s ever played with them?” he asks, placing a hand on TK’s jaw as he fucks against his chest.
When TK raises an eyebrow, he leans down a bit. “Because they’re so tiny that no one’s even noticed they’re there.”
Then he comes, all over TK’s throat and chin.
+1
Carlos stirs the sauce in the pan and quickly tastes it, then makes a face. It needs a bit more salt, he decides, and sprinkles a tiny bit more into it.
TK suddenly presses up behind him, warm against his spine, and kisses the back of his neck.
“Home from work?” he asks, reaching back to scratch TK’s hair. He receives a hum in response. “Feeling cuddly or something?”
“Or something,” TK says, and then he presses a bit closer, and oh, TK is hard.
He rocks forward a bit, grinding his clothed cock against Carlos’ hip, and moans softly in his ear.
Carlos tries to turn, but TK stops him, pressing his hips against the edge of the stove. “Don’t stop on my account, babe. Keep going.”
“Okay,” he whispers, and continues to stir the creamy white sauce, occasionally adding a pinch of this or a dash of that to the mixture.
“You like this, babe?” TK asks, humping carelessly against Carlos’ backside. “I bet you do. You love using me, don’t you? I wonder; is that just cause you’re so desperate to be used, and so embarrassed, too, that you have to make up an excuse about wanting to fuck me whenever? Is that it?”
Carlos nods, and TK bites down on the base of his neck. “Oh fuck. Yes, God, I love this so much.”
TK’s hand goes under his shirt and scratches lightly along his abs, making him tense up.
“That’s so hot,” TK tells him, and gently slaps his stomach, then trails his fingers up. His fingernails dig in just beside Carlos’ nipples, and it feels perfect. “So big and beefy and all mine. So fucking weak for me, aren’t you? I could ask you to get on your knees and you wouldn’t even question it. You just want someone to take control for you, huh?”
“God, yes. Please. I want that. Please?”
TK pushes his hips hard against the stove, enough that he’s sure he’ll have bruises tomorrow, and clamps his teeth down on Carlos’ shoulder as he comes.
“That good?” Carlos asks once he relaxes, breathless and pleased.
TK mumbles, squeezing Carlos tight around the chest and snuggling his cheek against his back. “Mm. What’s for dinner?”
Carlos swears and stirs at the sauce, then groans. It’s burned on the bottom, and he knows from experience that there’s no saving it.
“Well… Thoughts on sushi?”