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Sand was waiting in the back alley of a bar he used to play at, until he had gotten better gigs. The plum wine order was not big, but this was a valuable customer of his. He was willing to kill time just to keep the trade going.
He leaned against his bike, supporting the guitar on his back. He was tired from the long day. It was late at night. He had just finished a gig and wanted to go home and faceplant onto the bed.
Ray and his gang hadn’t come around to Yo’s, they had some work with the hostel project. And Sand didn’t mind but he did miss Ray’s presence, he missed the way Ray always checked him out and then dragged him away for kisses and quickies. Ray was a menace, but Sand liked to indulge him more.
Picking up his phone, he began checking his unread chats and when he saw Ray had sent him pictures, he hesitated. It could be that Ray had sent him a bored selfie, or a custom sprinkles packed dessert order he wanted Sand to bring on his way home.
Or it could be. Well.
What it usually is.
Nudes.
Sand looked around, knowing there's nobody in the alley except him, but making sure anyway. He swiped onto the chat and was greeted with Ray’s naked form, lying on his bed with a robe on, barely covering his chest.
He was making a kissy face, nose scrunched and lips puckered into a cute little pout, something that Sand has grown awfully fond of. He had a seperate album full of those. The Ray in this picture though, had his robe falling off his shoulders, exposing the slightly red expanse of his neck with one of his nipples on display. The hickeys adorning his chest and neck only yesterday’s.
Sand pursed his lips and sighed, scrolling down further because there was more, and the phone almost slipped from his fingers.
The photo was taken sideways from an angle that looked uncomfortable to hold. As if he really wanted to show Sand something and went the extra mile.
And that something happened to be a vibrator stuffed in his ass.
The caption along the photo read ‘Come home I’m horny’
Sand sighed again, louder.
“Hey man, I was only a few minutes late!” His customer had strolled into the alley. Sand quickly pocketed the phone and returned to business, ignoring the slight tent in his pants.
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When he came back to Ray’s house, strumming up the stairs into the bedroom, the lights were dim and it was quiet. He expected Ray to be making a lot of noises by now. Was he in the bath?
Usually he would wait for Sand. So then-
Oh.
Sand turned the light on to find Ray snoring softly in the middle of the bed. He was lying on his side, his face smushed into the soft cashmere pillow, his arm and leg thrown over it, hugging the pillow close.
He was still in the robe, but the robe had not survived the hurricane of Ray’s tossing and turning. It hung onto his body, barely tied around his waist. Half of his chest was exposed, his legs were parted and the robe had flung away from his hips, revealing the soft curve of his ass and the slight dip in his hips.
Sand’s eyes glazed over when he saw the head of the vibrator peeking between the crack of Ray’s ass. He had fallen asleep waiting for Sand. With the vibrator still inside him.
How typical, Sand thought.
Ray often invites Sand to play between the line of sleep and consciousness. It wasn’t unusual for Sand to wake up to Ray straddling him and burying his soft cock inside himself at 3 in the morning. Or pulling Sand closer after he empties inside Ray, just so his cock won’t slip out of him as he drifts off to sleep. Sand indulges him every time, drunk on the way Ray doesn't hesitate to have his wants known.
As if in a trance, Sand walked over to the bed, kneeing his way closer to Ray. He kisses the exposed shoulder and lightly grazes his fingers along Ray’s arms, eliciting goosebumps and enjoying the way his lover’s body responds to him, the soft hair on his arms raised as if charged by electricity.
His fingers danced downward, brushing past the plastic rim of the vibrator. It was the kind that plugged up his hole and didn’t fall out even if slicked up.
The offending robe still covered Ray and Sand pushed open the loose knot to slide it off his body for better access to his cheeks. Almost like unwrapping a Christmas present, Sand thought.
He looked around for the remote, and found it placed neatly on the bedside table, as if arranged as an invitation. It probably was. He pressed the button twice to start the vibration on a medium setting, then threw the remote on the bed and stood to undress himself. The whirring sound of the machine filled the room along with the soft panting leaving Ray’s mouth.
“Mmhf-” Ray shifted in his sleep, his legs squirming as the vibrations wracked his insides, his hole clenching around the base of the toy.
Ray drooled onto the pillow, his eyebrows were scrunched into a frown and he let out confused little whimpers now and then, but didn’t wake up from his slumber. Sand took his place on the bed pumping his cock which was fully erect and leaking at the sight in front of him.
“Baby, you’re drooling.” Sand cooed fondly at his sleeping lover. His eyes followed the line of Ray’s body illuminated by the light, beautifully golden and shining. His lover was a sight to behold.
A rush of exhilaration quickened his heartbeat as a realisation washed over him.
His boyfriend, whose anger is like a million suns and whose sadness Sand was willing to embrace and own.
Laid there.
Unguarded, open, completely his.
His lover, even in sleep, was his to love. His to fuck and his to adore.
God, the things Ray did to him.
Even though it was not the first time they were doing this, Sand was still hesitant to take the step. And each time Ray had convinced him that it was fine, had asked him to continue even if he was asleep, wanted Sand to wake him up with his cock because he liked it. And right now as he was fully prepped and ready to be taken, Sand felt more at ease to fulfil his lovers’ demands.
Sand took in the steady rise and fall of Ray’s chest and the serene expression on his face.
He wanted to change that, he wanted to take Ray apart, wanted to see him shake as he pushed into him and stayed.
He wanted this as much as Ray did. Maybe even more.
Sand lubed himself up while toying with the vibrator, slowly pulling it out and pushing it back into Ray with shallow thrusts. The wider part of the toy stretched Ray’s rim, his hole blushing pink and fluttering with the onslaught of vibrations. His hips pushed back into the toy unconsciously.
Sand’s mouth watered.
He switched off the toy and took it out gently, earning himself a deep sigh from Ray. Sand massaged his cheeks in a quick apology.
Ray’s scrunched eyebrows didn’t relax for long as Sand pushed a knee between Ray’s legs and slowly fed his lubed up cock into Ray’s hole.
As Sand thrust shallowly into Ray, Ray’s breathing became erratic and his exhales were mixed with soft moans. Ray’s fingers gripped onto the pillow lightly, and Sand couldn't help but bend down to press kisses into his back, trying to get him to relax.
Ray squirmed under him, clenching around his cock deliciously and Sand was heady with pleasure. As he felt his walls relax, Sand gripped Ray’s hips and buried himself to the hilt, making Ray’s body thrust forward from the force with a loud ah .
Even after being plugged up all this time, Ray was so tight , so warm, his body burned like a furnace, pulling him in and swallowing all of his desire.
Ray finally moved under him, breaking away from his slumber.
“San-?”
Ray rasped, shifting his hips away from Sand’s cock, disoriented from the sudden fullness. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the light in the room but before he could make sense of his surroundings, Sand pulled his hips back, fucking Ray onto his cock.
“You turn me on so much, Ray.”
Sand pulled back and thrust into Ray deeply, bruising his prostate, and Ray writhed under him.
“Fuck- fuck, Sand- ” Ray’s grip on the pillow tightened, voice raw with sleep. His face was flushed with sleep-tears leaking through his half lidded eyes. He twisted to look at Sand, who was now thrusting into him shallowly again, nibbling a fresh hickey into his neck.
“Can’t wait for me to come home?” Sand teased, licking the red wound to soothe the burn. He stopped thrusting into Ray, staying still for Ray to catch his breath.
“You’re who- h- can’t wait.” Ray’s mind was a mush of words, unable to string them together to mean anything when he was like this, freshly awake and fucked into the bed. Sand wanted to kiss him senseless.
“Want it?” Sand kissed the question into Ray’s jaw. He felt the slight nod, smiling at the whine that followed.
He kissed Ray’s lips, in the awkward angle it was uncomfortable for Ray, but Sand lapped at his tongue anyway, whispering, “Want it how? Like this?”
“Anything. No- back.” Ray replied, breaking away from the kiss to catch his breath. Sand gave him a final peck and pulled out of Ray, turning him over. His hands gripped the back of Ray’s thighs and flattened them to his chest, folding him in half.
Ray’s cock which was only half hard before in his sleep, now stood completely erect and brushed against his stomach. Ray pumped himself a few times as Sand lined up against his hole, bending down to kiss Ray at the same time he pushed into him, swallowing down his cries. It was his favourite thing to do with Ray, kiss him harder as he made a mess of him.
Ray wanted to tell Sand how good it felt, how he wanted more, how Sand should just fucking move but all that came out was garbled nonsense against Sand’s mouth.
When Sand pulled away and adjusted his grip, he quickened his pace and fucked into Ray hard and fast, rolling his hips a few times before continuing with a relentless pace. Slender fingers dug into Sand’s back, leaving long trails of marks that will bruise red in the morning. Sand loved the dull ache that would follow him the next day, a reminder of Ray’s hunger for him.
“Ah- Sand, ah-” Ray croaked out as his body shook with Sand’s thrusts, his insides burning with a fire that made his toes curl, “Fuck- yes, like that.”
Sand angled his hips where Ray wanted him to and was rewarded with more slew of curses and whining, each louder than the next.
“You feel so good, baby, always so good.” Sand moaned in between thrusts, feeling his insides tighten, his orgasm approaching fast. He pressed wet kisses down Ray’s chest and his nipples, enjoying the harsh grip of Ray’s fingers in his hair pulling him closer.
Ray stroked his cock in tandem to Sand’s thrusts. His fingers tightened around the length and he cried brokenly, “Sand, I’m gonna- gonna cum”
Before he could finish his sentence, his cock sputtered and painted their chests with white streaks of cum, most of it pooling on his stomach.
Ray clenched around Sand as his orgasm wracked through his body. He whimpered shakily when he felt Sand empty himself inside him, down to the last drop pressed deep into his core, warm cum oozing down his crack and onto the sheets, making him shiver.
Ray wrapped his legs around Sand’s waist, holding him close and Sand dropped lazily onto Ray’s chest, tired, his hair matted with sweat. Ray pushed a few strands away from his eyes. He loved the feeling of Sand's weight on him, and inside him as lay there catching their breaths.
“I’m pulling out.” Sand warned before he dragged his body away from Ray, missing the warmth instantly. He walked to the bathroom to piss, getting a washcloth on the way out and cleaning them up, before making Ray roll over so he could pull the bedsheets off.
Ray drawled contently, “I should use the vibrator more if it makes you that eager.” He laid sideways watching Sand with his head resting on his arm.
“Shut up, jerk. You were the one who fell asleep with it inside you.” Sand remarked as he balled the bedsheets and dumped them in the corner of the room. He mused, “Not satisfied with me anymore, spoiled little master?”
“Clearly you enjoyed that part even more than the damn toy.” Ray smirked, he opened his arms as an invitation for Sand to come cuddle faster.
Sand finally put everything away and joined him on the bed, pulling the comforter over them. He faced Ray and smirked back at him, “I played with it plenty, you were just asleep.”
Ray huffed, unimpressed, but Sand saw the faint blush covering his face.
He won this one.