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The clang of the loft door sliding into place was like the signal bell for the end of a 12 hour long boxing round. Carlos had chased down three different suspects on foot today, one of them leaping a fence at the last minute, prompting Carlos to follow and honestly, he was getting too old for this bullshit. He made it of course–took the 19 year old kid into custody and gave him a lecture about knocking over ATMs and life in general on the ride over to the station–but the victory did not sweeten the feeling of bruises all up and down his thighs and shins from scaling a ten foot wooden fence down into a tomato garden.
Carlos was so glad to be home he could have lied down on the floor and fallen asleep right in the living room. He’d have absolutely loved to have been met at the door by his husband, rumpled and sleepy and so, so warm, but he was aware it was 4am and he wasn’t about to begrudge TK his beauty sleep as he’d gotten off a 24 hour shift just 8 hours before. They hadn’t seen each other except one fleeting moment at a freeway accident during morning rush hour, and it had been a couple of days since they’d actually been home at the same time for more than a few minutes. Carlos was more than looking forward to slipping into bed for at least half a good night’s sleep with his beloved.
He went through the motions of taking off his shoes, dropping his bag with his uniform onto the couch to be sorted into the laundry later, locking up his gun in the safe in the dining room, and turning off the lights TK had left on for him to come home to. Once the living room was dark, he could see the faint glow of one of their bedside lamps filtering through the frosted glass of the bedroom doors. TK must have fallen asleep reading again, he thought fondly.
He made his way to the doors, eager to cuddle up to his favorite person in the world. He attempted to open them slowly and quietly, afraid to wake TK.
His caution wasn’t necessary. TK was awake and… Carlos’ breath caught in his lungs.
The doors clicked against the wall as they slid all the way open, Carlos entirely forgetting about being quiet. When his lungs began to work again, he gasped out loud. He may have cursed. It didn’t seem to bother TK, as he still hadn’t noticed Carlos was there.
He was completely naked, reclined in the middle of the bed, on top of the twisted duvet (and a towel), knees bent and feet planted. His head was thrown back so far that Carlos, from his vantage point, could see nothing of his upper body except the heaving of his chest as he arched his back.
The main attraction, though, was Carlos’ very clear view of TK’s middle and ring fingers buried in his own hole up to the last knuckle, the other two fingers providing the perfect frame.
Carlos watched as those fingers twisted and curled, causing hitched sighs and moans that were, frankly, too quiet for Carlos’ liking. He had no idea why TK would stifle them when one of Carlos’ favorite things about him was how loud he actually got when he let go. One of Carlos’ favorite pastimes was getting him to that point, seeing how far he could push the blissful ignorance of their neighbors.
A particularly pointed twist of those deft fingers–fingers Carlos personally knew could wring the most delicious pleasures out of a person–had TK crying out and arching his back again, and Carlos blew his cover by muttering a quiet curse into the soft light of the room.
TK’s head whipped up quickly at the interruption, but he didn’t look dismayed or caught. He looked desperate .
“Hey baby,” he called out, breathless and beautiful. “Fuck, I missed you.”
“Yeah? Couldn’t wait for me to get home?” Carlos was already shedding the last of his clothes and tossing them across the floor to be worried about later.
“Woke up a while ago and couldn’t get back to sleep. Was dreaming about you, couldn’t help it.”
Carlos knelt onto the bed between his legs, falling forward onto hands and knees so he could lean into the valley of TK’s thighs and place gentle kisses against the sensitive skin there. He smiled against the shiver it caused and caressed a hand along TK’s forearm, sliding down to where his fingers were buried within himself. He was dripping lube so Carlos took advantage, running his fingers through the excess and coating them up before sliding his own middle finger in next to TK’s.
“ Fuck , oh my g–” TK’s strangled voice broke off into a wail that echoed off the walls. Feeling gratified, Carlos proceeded to work that finger in counter to the other two, massaging against the tightness around them. He leaned his body up to run his nose along the slight sheen of sweat on TK’s jaw, savoring.
“Yeah, baby, get loud for me. Wanna hear you scream, gonna make you come so hard,” Carlos babbled into TK’s neck as he worked his ring finger in along with the others, four fingers stretching TK’s hole wide and causing his lover to whine and squirm against the dueling sensations of his own fingers versus Carlos’, never knowing where they were going to press next.
TK followed directions beautifully, crying out each time Carlos curled his fingers against his insides. His back kept arching up, pushing both their fingers deeper, causing a never ending feedback loop of loud moans and squirming that Carlos reveled in witnessing.
“Babe please, please fuck me, please …” TK’s voice was pitching higher, desperate, and Carlos wondered but didn’t ask how long he’d been lying here pleasuring himself and wishing for his husband to come home and make him feel that ecstasy they both craved when they were apart. “I want your cock, please !”
“Yeah, baby, I’ve got you, fuck you’re so sexy. Don’t know how I leave you every day, all I can think about is you laid out like this, making all those sweet noises, taking whatever I give you.” Carlos wouldn’t have said he was a dirty talker – even though TK always said his favorite thing about Carlos in the bedroom was the way he could rile TK up with his words. He simply let TK know exactly what was on his mind when he was staring down at that gorgeous writhing body and listening to those beautiful pleas and moans. It wasn’t Carlos’ fault that sometimes his words caused TK’s pleasure to heighten so much that he was in danger of finishing before they even got started.
Carlos pulled his own fingers out slowly while TK’s remained in place, and reached for the bottle of lube next to the pillow. He slicked himself up, squeezing at the base to keep himself in check. He watched as TK’s free hand drifted up his own chest to caress and pinch at his right nipple, causing a shiver to erupt, his stomach muscles clenching and releasing. He imagined all those muscles squeezing down on his cock and suddenly he was done with going slowly.
“Baby, come on, I’m ready, come on, gimme–” TK’s begging was almost cute.
Carlos obliged, coming back to settle between TK’s spread thighs, and he gently grabbed TK’s wrist to pull his fingers out of his own hole. That hand slipped down to rub the excess lube off on the towel beneath them before going up to join the other in pinching his nipples. Carlos was so mesmerized by the sight that he almost forgot to continue.
Almost.
He leaned in, rubbing the head of his cock against TK’s open, wet hole, just reveling in the little mewls it caused, before pushing forward just enough to pop the head in. Immediately, TK was tightening around him, seemingly trying to pull him in with sheer will.
Carlos didn’t wait after that. He moved again, sliding all the way inside effortlessly. He didn’t hesitate before drawing back and thrusting back in, giving TK no time to start begging again, lest he think Carlos wasn’t going to deliver on his promise. He began a nearly brutal pace right away, knowing TK was good and loose enough after fingering himself for some indeterminate amount of time before Carlos came home. Part of the reason Carlos loved fucking TK so fast and hard was that when TK was already moaning and crying out, each thrust caused his voice to crack and hitch, adding to the atmosphere of desperation.
“Like this, baby? This what you wanted?” he panted into the skin of TK’s temple, already damp with sweat.
“Fuck, yes, more, oh –”
“You were dreaming about me? Tell me what you dreamt, baby,” Carlos prodded. When TK could only cry out at a hard thrust, seemingly lost for words, Carlos dipped his voice into a growl. “ Tell me ,” he demanded. He felt the shiver it caused down TK’s spine, his legs tightening around Carlos’ waist.
“I… shit …I was dreaming about…about you tying me up, like that one time?”
“You want that again, TK? Want me to tie your wrists and ankles to the bed and tease you for hours?” Fuck, he would definitely do that again if TK wanted it.
“Yeah, but…but…face down,” TK panted, biting his lip.
“Oh? You want me to tie you down and make you take it? Shove my tongue in your greedy hole? Fuck you into the mattress? Put your face into a pillow so you can scream as loud as you want to?” Every word caused TK to moan louder, begging and sobbing for it like the image was too much to take. Carlos figured he could make a dream come true right this moment.
He pulled out, earning a half-hearted protest, but it was quieted soon as Carlos manhandled him onto his stomach, grabbing a fistful of soft brown hair and shoving TK’s head into the pillows below him.
“ Oh my god –” That one was actually a scream. Carlos would have been worried about the neighbors if the fabric hadn’t muffled it down. He’d underestimated how hot he would find that. He all of a sudden had visions of blindfolding and gagging TK, teasing and torturing him sweetly until he couldn’t take it anymore. They’d been pretty vanilla for most of their time together, but every now and then they discussed kinky things, and had even tried a few mild scenarios out. But Carlos found that the more he handled TK a little roughly in bed, the more TK liked it, so he saved that thought in the back of his head for the future.
“Hold on, baby, I’m gonna take care of you.” Carlos pressed the words into the dip of TK’s spine before lining himself up again and sinking in. He gripped TK’s hips tightly, pulling them up off the bed slightly so that TK couldn’t rut against the sheets to move things along. No, Carlos wanted him to come on his terms.
He went back to his fast pace, pounding into TK as TK’s hands scrabbled for purchase among the pillows and sheets. Carlos could tell from the way the sounds were coming out now that TK was literally biting the pillow and something inside Carlos couldn’t wait to see the marks and wetness it would leave behind. He couldn’t make out any words, but he was sure it was more begging, pleading, thanking Carlos for making him feel good. Another flash of want ripped through Carlos as he imagined TK calling him sir as he thanked him for such pleasure. He didn’t think he’d like it all the time but right at the moment? It was the hottest thing he could imagine.
He reached down and gripped a fistful of TK’s hair again, pulling his head up out of the fabric below. Sure enough, he caught the split second the pillow came up with him before he opened his mouth and dropped it.
“You wanna come baby? You want to show me how good I make you feel?” Carlos’ own voice came out stunted and broken, both from how hard and fast he was moving his hips and from the sheer euphoria he was feeling.
“Yes, yes, fuck !” TK cried.
“What’s the magic word, baby?”
And because they were nearly always on the exact same wavelength, TK’s answer echoed Carlos’ thoughts from earlier like he’d spoken them out loud.
“Please sir, please let me come!”
“ Fuck , TK–” And that was all Carlos was capable of before he angled himself as best he could to hit TK’s prostate, done playing around and going in for the kill now. He held TK’s head up while the man beneath him wailed. It was even hotter when Carlos took notice of the fact that TK’s voice was starting to go hoarse.
It took maybe another minute of abuse to his prostate before TK was arching his back in a way that looked almost painful, going absolutely silent for a full ten seconds before losing all control of his body and slumping back down into the mattress. From experience, Carlos knew TK liked the end of his orgasms to last a bit, for Carlos to keep going until the oversensitivity was bordering on too much, so Carlos held off his own release for as long as he possibly could. Which, in this instance, wasn’t all that long. Half a minute later, he was pulsing and clenching and filling TK up, his hands tightening against the skin of TK’s hips enough to leave bruises that he’d kiss when they woke again in a few hours.
They were both reduced to nothing but heaving breaths for a time, Carlos still inside but softening, before either one could move at all. Carlos finally felt his arms about to give out, so he carefully pulled out and fell to the side, bouncing a bit on the bed. TK took another moment before he turned his head to face Carlos, but not moving any other part of his body, as if he was incapable. His smile was radiant, though, tired and happy and full of bliss.
“I love you,” TK said simply. It encompassed all he wasn’t able to say in his exhaustion; Carlos could see it in his face.
“Mmm, love you too, baby. Even if you got started without me.” He weakly pushed his fingers into the sweaty hair on TK’s forehead.
TK scoffed. “You love it.”
“Yes, I do,” Carlos said sweetly, using all his strength to lean up and place one last kiss to TK’s temple before they both drifted into an exhausted but satisfied sleep.