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Before Dennis even had a chance to get his suitcase from the car, Mac was rushing up to the apartment; he felt sick. It’d been almost a whole year—longer than he and Dennis had been apart in two decades… Playing it cool in front of the gang was fine, but he was feeling like he was going to crack at any moment. His emotions being lubed up by alcohol certainly didn’t help; they’d had more beers than he could count.
“Dude, you couldn’t have waited?” Dennis huffed as he pulled the small suitcase into the room; he was definitely going to ask Mac to pull it for him, but he’d run away too fast.
Dennis barely even packed anything; almost everything in the apartment was heartbreakingly left the same.
Mac wouldn’t ever admit how many times he went and laid in Dennis’s room simply picturing he was there or smelling whatever clothes he’d left behind just so he wouldn’t forget what Dennis smelled like—Maybe watching a few tapes as well, just to make it easy to remember his face and voice in case Dennis never came back, of course.
“You didn’t wait for any of us,” Mac huffed as he crossed his arms.
“Jesus Christ,” Dennis muttered. “What is this? We aren’t dating Mac, you don’t get to be upset about my relationships.” Dennis pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed.
“I don’t get to be upset?!” Mac raised his voice as he stepped closer. “I have spent every day of my life with you since our 20s! I have dedicated more time to you than you ever have with anyone else, you were in your kids life for less than a year, you hypocritical asshole!” The observation clearly struck Dennis hard; he’d seemed pleasant at the bar, but here was good ol’ angry Dennis. The one Mac was used to spending every day of his life with, he more than gladly did.
“I get that you have this big grand fantasy about us getting together and living happily ever after, but it isn’t happening, Mac. Give it up.” Dennis rolled his eyes, but they seemed just a little wet. “And Don’t bring my kid into this, you dick. I’m going to bed, you can keep whining in the morning.”
“Uh, I don’t think so, dude, you can’t just march back in here—I don’t want you living with me.” He wanted Dennis living with him every second, he wanted Dennis to come back and promise to never leave again. But he couldn’t just give in this time; just as he’d said at the strip club, they were all different now. New Mac didn’t let Dennis stomp all over him; he couldn’t let him if he ever wanted anything to change.
“Then leave, it’s my apartment,” Dennis reminded.
“Oh yeah? Was it your apartment when I lived here alone after you left?” Mac gestured around. “I decorated it all, I live here alone, you don’t pay the rent–”
“You don’t either!” Dennis interrupted, anger growing on his face in that familiar way. Mac was getting on his nerves in the most satisfying way. It’s what he deserved, even if Mac would rather hug it out—or maybe kiss it out, slow and tenderly.
“You haven’t even apologized!” Mac exclaimed, and Dennis’s face dropped to something more annoyed.
“Seriously?” Dennis deadpanned. “You want me to apologize? Fine, I’m SOO sorry, Mac,” Dennis apologized sarcastically, rolling his eyes to emphasize.
“Come on, you call that an apology? No wonder you’re back, you were an asshole to them, weren’t you?” Mac questioned.
“I said, don’t bring them into this! I didn’t leave because she wanted me to—I… I wasn’t an ‘asshole’,” Dennis cut off the explanation, and Mac wondered how much he could egg Dennis on; would he admit whatever lame excuse that he had for being a deadbeat dad like he’d made such a point of not being?
“Oh yeah? Prove it. Beg for my forgiveness, if you’re not an asshole you can handle the blow to your ego,” Mac challenged. There was a moment of silence between them, and from the close proximity, Mac could feel Dennis’s warm breath puffing against his face.
Dennis looked away as he fumed in frustration. “I’m sorry for leaving abruptly, but I had responsibilities unlike you–”
“That’s not much of an apology, Dennis,” Mac interrupted.
“I’m sorry,” Dennis began again, looking back to make eye contact with Mac. “I’m really sorry, Mac, will you forgive me?” If Mac were more of an idiot, he’d believe it. Dennis was so good at putting up a fake front for manipulation, but there was still that angry look in his eyes.
“Mac, please,” Dennis added, and god did that spark something in Mac; the sound of Dennis begging for his forgiveness was something Mac never thought he’d get the blessing of. If god were real, he made Mac gay and put Dennis on this earth just for this very moment; it had to be an integral part of his plan.
“I’m not buying it,” Mac stated, trying to get Dennis to keep going, just to hear those rare words for a little longer.
Dennis waved his hands in a frustrated motion. “Well then what the fuck am I supposed to do to make you forgive me?”
Mac paused, there was no way Dennis would say yes, but honestly his dick was rather persuasive in his decision making…And it wasn’t like he could make their relationship worse “I can think of one thing,” He mumbled, and Dennis gave him a look, but didn’t say anything when Mac grabbed his wrist.
Mac had led Dennis toward the couch, and Dennis wasn’t sure why he let him; curiosity mixed with alcohol, and jet lag was scrambling his brain just a little.
“Are you going to say what?” Dennis asked, but he could see where this was leading—the tone of voice Mac had used was anything but secretive, and Dennis could practically read every thought on his mind.
“Hm,” Mac hummed as he let go of Dennis’s wrist, instead turning around to plop down on the couch, leaving Dennis to awkwardly stand in front of him.
The silence in the room was filled by the unbuckling of Mac’s belt, followed by his zipper—and Dennis had just about enough of his bullshit.
“I’m not sucking your dick,” Dennis stated, and Mac gave him one of those little puppy-eyed looks.
“Sigh,” Mac said audibly, which just pissed off Dennis even more. “Then I guess you can go move in with Frank and Charlie and cut your toenails with a knife…And I’ll be burning anything you left here because it’s basically mine.” He slowly zipped up his jeans, but before he could reach the buckle, Dennis stepped forward and stopped him.
“Fine,” Dennis huffed, and Mac looked up at him with this amused expression like he didn’t believe Dennis was being serious; but oh, he was, he was tired and tipsy and wanted Mac to drop it.
Dennis took the next step quickly because he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He climbed onto Mac’s lap to lock him in a kiss; if he was going to do it, he was going to rock this asshole's world. Ruin sex for him forever because no one else can possibly top Dennis.
From the way Mac moaned into the kiss, shaky hands hovering by Dennis’s sides, it was working.
He was so emotionally drained from spending months in the suburbs once again that he felt desperate enough to do practically anything to sleep in his own bed, including this. Besides, it was something he could keep in his back pocket to manipulate Mac later.
North Dakota was torture with its cold air, and with a girlfriend he didn’t love (he started to loathe her accent every second) and a son—well, he liked Brian Jr…But god had he not known how hard raising a child was.
“Dennis you just—” Mac gasped when Dennis pulled away; he could feel Mac’s hand’s quickly grabbing his ass.
“Yeah.” Dennis dryly replied before grabbing Mac’s shirt and quickly tugging it off.
Mac would think he dreamt this up, but no dreams he had could live up to the real deal. Dennis was good in bed, and he knew it; that’s why he had a kid in the first place.
He ducked his head down and licked at Mac’s neck before giving small nibbles to the skin. He hated looking at his stupid face; the way he got hope pathetically fast made Dennis sick. This was a transaction, if anything, something Dennis had done more than once to get his way.
The idea of Mac looking all fucked up while there was no proof Dennis had ever agreed was appealing, serves the asshole right to not get bragging rights; so he sucked at the skin a little harder, leaving bruises in his wake like a highschool girl.
“Dennis–fuck uh… Wait- I didn’t expect you to say yes,” Mac mumbled as he trailed his hands higher, desperately clinging onto Dennis’s shirt like his life depended on it. The hold didn’t last long as Dennis slid off his lap and onto the floor, trailing his tongue down one of the newly toned pecs as he did so.
Dennis paused when his tongue reached Mac’s stomach, looking up at him curiously. “Yeah? Upset that you’ve wasted your one chance on some petty apology? We’re never doing this again after, you can go back to fucking that disgusting doll.” Dennis mocked as he ran his hands up Mac’s thighs.
Mac was looking at him with desperation. There was no way he was going to ask Dennis to stop, but Dennis knew he’d upset him with that comment; he was giving Mac what he wanted more than anything just to rip it away after… Seemed fitting for Mac mocking his sudden departure.
He gave one last kiss to Mac’s toned stomach. “You look fat, by the way,” He insulted, and Mac’s hopeful little face quickly soured.
The zipper was loud as Dennis tugged it down, old pants begging to be retired. “Pathetic,” Dennis whispered as he pulled Mac’s cock from his underwear, the idiot was hard as can be just from a little bit of kissing.
He stuck his tongue out, giving a long lick from the base to the tip, basking in the way it drew out a moan from Mac almost immediately.
“Wait, wait, don’t put it in yet,” Mac begged as he lifted his ass slightly, pulling his phone from his back pocket.
“Mac–” Dennis warned, but Mac was quick with the damn thing, and before Dennis could move from frame he heard the shutter click. “Delete that.” He lowered his brows, panic setting in; he might get bragging rights after all.
“This is too fucking good to be true,” Mac smirked. “I’m not deleting it, it’s good blackmail, the golden god reduced to nothing but a dick sucking slut.” Mac loved this more than Dennis intended; he was supposed to be getting under Mac’s skin, ruining his life, but Mac was still on his high horse.
“Go on,” Mac began when Dennis stared for too long. “Continue with your apology, Dennis.” he grabbed the base of his dick and gave a small tap to Dennis’s cheek, all the while staring with an amused grin; Dennis was tempted to bite his dick off just to wipe that look off his face.
“I hate you,” Dennis huffed as he leaned his face closer, giving another small lick to the side as he stared up at Mac, who was clearly having a hard time keeping up this cockiness.
Truthfully, Dennis hadn’t done this before; he was going based purely on things done to him and from the one time he’d accidentally walked in on Mac giving head—it wasn’t weird that he’d stayed and watched for a few moments before heading back into his room.
He took the tip into his mouth, trying to ignore that it tasted distinctly like Mac in a way Dennis couldn’t exactly describe.
Mac gripped the back of his head, ruining any styling he’d done to his curls with the rough hold. “You can be as cruel to me as you want as long as you always apologize like this,” Mac panted out before giving a small push to Dennis’s head, forcing the length a little too fast into his mouth, only stopping when he physically couldn’t anymore.
Mac wasn’t big- Dennis would never give him the ego boost of even thinking that for a second. But it sure as hell felt bigger when it was being buried into the back of his throat.
“Hold it there, that’s the money shot,” Mac beamed when Dennis was nose deep into his pubes, quickly picking up his phone to blind Dennis with flash. “You looking all pissed off is just turning me on more…By the way.” He added as he loosened his hold on Dennis’s hair, allowing him to pull off.
Dennis gasped for a couple breaths, keeping his face planted right against Mac’s cock so he could feel every puff of hot air—just to make waiting for Dennis to catch his breath a little more torturous. “You need to shave, you nasty freak,” Dennis huffed, but of course, Mac would never afford any of his dates that privilege, too selfish to shave like Dennis did bi-weekly.
“I’m the nasty freak? You’re the one licking all over my dick, dude,” Mac scoffed—well, more moaned because Dennis was back on his dick mid sentence just to shut him up. “Here–Wait–fuck.. I want to try something.” He stuttered out, pulling Dennis off by his hair.
Dennis stayed on his knees as Mac stood up. “One of my hookups let me do this one time, it was great,” He added, and it made Dennis remember the fact Mac had slept with other men—it shouldn’t make jealousy bubble up in Dennis, but maybe it was the alcohol speaking.
“Sit with your back against the couch, gotta be steady,” Mac instructed as he walked behind Dennis.
Dennis quickly turned around, staring up at Mac with only slight concern. This was seeming more and more like Mac was taking charge, and god did Dennis like to be the one in control.
“Open,” Mac reminded as he pressed the tip against Dennis’s lips; Dennis popped his mouth open, darting his tongue slightly out to cover his teeth—but truly did it matter if Mac got hurt during this? “Yeah, good boy,” Mac smirked, and Dennis quickly slammed his mouth shut.
Did he really? “Don’t fucking call me that, you’re making this even grosser than it is,” Dennis huffed, letting out a little squeak he didn’t know he was capable of when Mac tightly gripped his face.
“Come on, Dennis! Don’t ruin it!” Mac whined, any dominance suddenly leaving his tone; he always did have a hard time keeping that tough guy persona up. “Open back up.” He begged as he let go of Dennis’s face; Dennis had half expected Mac to pry his mouth open, but apparently, he didn’t have the balls to mess with Dennis like that.
Dennis silently opened his mouth again, looking up at Mac through his furrowed brows.
The warmth of his mouth was quickly greeted by Mac’s tip again, then half—and god, he was going all too fast with it. Dennis barely had time to adjust before he was once again buried up against Mac’s pelvis; a hand returned to the back of his head to prevent him from taking back any form of control.
He looked up at Mac, hoping somehow his eye contact could burn him, but he quickly slammed his eyes shut when Mac pulled his hips back and snapped back forward. This was embarrassing and Mac knew that—he was probably enjoying the way tears pricked in the corners of Dennis’s eyes as he desperately tried to keep down his gag reflex.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mac muttered in between gasps, slowly picking up the pace, giving steady thrusts into Dennis’s mouth.
Dennis certainly wasn’t enjoying this—being used like this by such an inferior being, but something about the way Mac gripped his hair even tighter while moaning made Dennis let out a moan of his own; the vibrations just encouraged Mac to go further.
He trailed his hands up Mac’s, trying to get a hold anywhere to just ground himself a little, finding little to no comfort because Mac’s pants had slipped down to his ankles when he stood.
“Fuck—Den! Do you have any idea how much I–” Mac stuttered, struggling to speak with the heavy pants he was letting out. “I missed you so much—Fuck you, man, you fucking deserve this.” Mac, being Mac, sounded like he was going to cry even while Dennis allowed him to fuck his perfect mouth; he was such a stupid bastard.
Dennis forced his eyes open, despite how much he’d rather not make eye contact during this, but giving Mac an annoyed look was all he could really do besides pathetic whimpers and slight gags. Mac was looking back down at him, lips parted in steady pants, and Dennis could almost say that he looked pretty. He hated him, hated the way those downturned eyes made his stomach churn with regret, hated the way the rough hand gripping his hair so tight it felt like it could be ripped out was turning him on; Mac shouldn’t be able to produce any of those thoughts.
Mac shakily thrusted, all the while shoving Dennis’s head forward as hard as he could, drawing out a disgusting sound from Dennis’s throat—Dennis shuddered as he felt the gag rack his body. He could feel his cock fight against the tight fabric of his jeans for space, all because of this idiot doing things that Dennis should never allow to happen to his sacred body; the golden god wasn’t a flower to be picked apart like this, especially not by the hands of Mac.
On about the third shaky thrust, Dennis felt like his gags were about to turn into full-on vomit—if it weren’t for the fact he’d barely eaten that day…there wasn’t really anything to come back up.
Still, Dennis considered thanking God when Mac let go, but that would include admitting Mac was right about religion.
“What—what the hell, Mac!” Dennis heaved, voice hoarse; was that going to be obvious tomorrow? “A bit of warning would have been nice, you bumbling idiot!” The insult wasn’t as effective as he wished, mainly because his yelling came out as more of a voice–cracked teenager's rage.
“Like you gave warning before leaving, you didn’t even wait for me to get home before you were packed up and gone!” Mac gave a proper shout back, gripping Dennis’s face once again. “All of this is just payback, besides, you’ve done this to a million chicks.” He mumbled as he lined up his camera with Dennis’s face—Dennis didn’t fight it, still, he avoided eye contact with the camera out of protest.
“Your mascaras leaking, by the way,” Mac smirked as the flash hit Dennis’s face, capturing the way Dennis’s face was dampened by tears and drool.
“You’re not using those for blackmail, are you? You’re just going to jerk off to them, like the disgusting, love-sick freak you are.” He huffed, pulling his face out of Mac’s grip so he could wipe free the evidence of Mac’s influence.
“Maybe,” Mac shrugged. “You’re hotter when you shut up and let me fuck you.” He bit his lip, inching his hips forward as a silent request.
“It isn’t very hot when you start sobbing about your abandonment issues mid thrust,” Dennis huffed; he should be allowed to enjoy this at least a little bit. “Either we talk about it, or I keep ‘apologizing’, you can’t have both.”
“But—I-, Dude, you can’t give me that ultimatum, you know I can’t throw away this opportunity!”
Dennis should be allowed to enjoy himself. “Well, if you need this that badly, I might have a way we can do both,” Dennis began as he sat up on his knees, taking his sweet time to unbuckle and pull off his jeans as Mac watched curiously. Besides being able to argue back, this would give Dennis back some of his well-deserved control, Mac didn’t deserve an ounce of power in their relationship.
“You better control yourself, if you come prematurely, I’m not waiting for you to recover enough to continue,” He added as he pulled off his boxers, finally letting his dick spring out; he hoped Mac couldn’t see the way it was just as hard as his.
“Go get the lube from my room,” Dennis commanded, and Mac opened his mouth to protest. “Don’t start, I know you go through my shit, you know where it is.” He stated before Mac could go on a whole spiel about how he ‘doesn’t know’ where Dennis keeps that sort of stuff.
Mac gave a nod, walking so fast it was pathetic, he was just dripping with anticipation; Dennis watched him trip over his pants before quickly kicking them off along with his shoes—still the same loser he always has been.
He waited as patiently as he could, truth be told he was feeling a little anticipation himself; he’d done anal of course, with women—and he wasn’t on the receiving end ever-. This shouldn’t be much different, slightly worse for sure, emotional baggage would be way more apparent, but right now he was just thinking about the physical damage. His knees were already hurting; he couldn’t imagine how they’d feel the following morning, he was too old for this shit.
“So—What are we…Can I prep you…. Or?” Mac was practically stuttering as he rounded the couch to stand in front of Dennis again; his face was flushed red just from the premise of touching Dennis like that.
“Like I’d ever let you reach that level of intimacy,” Dennis scoffed as he snatched the bottle from Mac’s hand. “You can just stand there and try not to shoot your load down my throat.” He muttered as he snapped the lid open, the cold slickness hitting his fingers was an uncomfortable reminder of the situation he was dragging himself into. He really should have just kicked Mac out of the apartment and been done with him forever, but then, who would he have to mess with so consistently? Besides, he needs a stupid hook-up that he’d regret the next day after being in a sexless relationship, only interacting when it was to tend to a screaming toddler.
“Why would I—oh.” Mac trailed off when Dennis leaned forward and gave a small, tentative lick to the underside of his cock. It was really a distraction so Mac wouldn’t focus on Dennis opening himself, both figuratively and literally, but more so the vulnerability aspect; something about that pertaining to Mac made him shiver.
He reached his arm back, pushing in the first finger in tandem with Mac’s dick, using it as an attempt to muffle any sounds that desperately tried to slip out. It seemed to work, because Mac was distracted with his own sounds, seemingly lost in his own little world as Dennis moaned around his dick.
Dennis could feel his heart racing a little as those fingers wrapped around his hair again, once again taking away Dennis’s slow, methodical way of doing it in favor of rough, jagged movements to the back of his throat.
The drool making its way from the corner of Dennis’s lips and down his chin was rather problematic; or rather, Dennis hated how it furthered that disheveled look he was currently sporting. He attempted to swallow, instead just drawing out a shaky gasp from Mac as the drool continued pooling on his chin.
“Dennis, I wanna touch you,” Mac whined as he jerked his hips forward. “Fuck, please.” He begged, Dennis was only just now getting to the second finger; but Mac had become a problem solver, his foot quickly making its way to grind against Dennis’s cock.
Dennis shook Mac’s hand off, taking back control to shove as much of Mac’s cock into his mouth as he could just as he let out a muffled moan; the slightest touch to his dick was almost too much stimulation because of all the places already affecting him.
“Jesus Christ,” Mac cursed. “You’re so hot, Dennis, goddammit—you’re too hot,” Mac muttered, almost as if he was in denial about it, disbelief—maybe grief, mourning the fact he’d never get to feel the wet heat of Dennis moaning around him again.
Mac’s thrusts got infrequent, shaky, and uncoordinated. “Dennis I can’t–” He whined, and Dennis quickly tugged his head back, pulling off of Mac’s dick with a little ‘pop’.
“I could last twice as long, for your information,” Dennis insulted as he pulled his fingers out, biting his lip to stifle the sound that was begging to make its way out. He wasn’t nearly prepped enough, but he’d be damned if he was going to let Mac come and then be done without ever letting Dennis get any.
“Down boy,” Dennis demanded like he would a dog, pointing to the floor in front of Mac; it didn’t take more than a second for Mac to sink to his knees, leaving him and Dennis eye to eye. “I’m not doing this because I like you, it’s purely transactional.” He reminded, but he wasn’t sure who he was reminding because this sure as hell was heating his face up in a way business shouldn’t.
“Right, right, transactional,” Mac repeated, his eyes wide as he waited on Dennis’s every move with bated breath.
“Lie down, you’re not getting any control over this,” Dennis directed, and it didn’t take any convincing for Mac to lie on his back; Dennis would question the obedience, but Mac had probably been waiting for this since the day they met.
“This isn’t a very good look,” Dennis commented as he straddled Mac’s hips, resting a hand on Mac’s abs; a stark difference from the last time he’d seen Mac. “You really wasted our time apart, hm? Could have moved out and moved on. But instead, you stayed here, jerking off to my memory and lifting weights.”
“Where would I go if not right back to your arms?” Mac rolled his eyes; at least he was self-aware. His breathing picked up when Dennis wrapped his free hand around the base of Mac’s cock, lifting himself just enough to position over it.
“You gotta pinch me, man.” Mac exhaled, and Dennis could do him one better. “Jesus, dude! Why?!” He yelped when Dennis’s hand on his stomach clenched and dragged, leaving scratches in its wake.
“Proof you’re not dreaming,” Dennis shrugged as he slowly guided Mac’s cock toward his ass; pausing before letting the head press in, shiver racking his body at the sensation. “You better fucking forgive me.” He whispered under his breath, head dropping as he let his waist sink further.
“As long as you don’t do it again,” Mac breathed out, letting his head fall back with a pant; his hands gripped Dennis’s hips tightly, sinking his nails in hard enough to leave little indented reminders.
“If I have a child to raise, then I can’t promise I won’t do it again,” Dennis huffed as he finally felt Mac’s torso, seated right up against him, as Mac peeked his head back curiously.
“You didn’t even stay with this one! Why would you leave for another—Dennis, I really thought you were gone for good you can’t do that to me,” Mac ranted, and Dennis was able to win this argument easily with a single rock of his hips; Mac couldn’t win if he was rolling his head back with moans.
“I thought I was gone for good, too! You think I wanted to come back to this hellhole of a town? I hate you, I hate all of you,” Dennis rambled back in between pants; he was also having a hard time winning seeing as he felt like he was being split open—and the heat was way more intense on the receiving end.
Mac’s hands squeezed tighter as he forced Dennis back up a little. “Shut up with all this hating me—Fuck—bullshit! We’re having sex, you don’t have sex with people you hate!” Mac’s voice rose with every word.
“I’ve done it plenty of times,” Dennis replied as he slapped Mac’s hands away. “Stop, I just need a second.” He panted, even the idea of moving more than a shift of his hips didn’t sound appealing to his brain.
“Okay, sorry,” Mac whispered as he stared intently at Dennis with a look like he was melting at just the thought of Dennis.
Dennis inhaled heavily before lifting up, he could feel his thighs clench up around Mac’s waist as he paused before sinking back down, taking it excruciatingly slowly out of fear he might literally scream from the sensation. “If you try to thrust up, I’ll add another scratch to that pretty chest.” He warned when he felt Mac’s hips pull off the floor.
“Pretty,” Mac repeated with a smirk. “Whatever you want, princess, I know you can’t handle it.”
“Fuck you! I can handle anything!” Dennis shouted in return, and he wasn’t sure if his face was hot from arousal or anger.
“Oh yeah? Then go faster.” Mac raised an eyebrow as he challenged; Dennis hated that stupid look that Mac did so often to get on Dennis’s nerves.
“Maybe I will!” Dennis replied as he lifted up, keeping one hand firmly on Mac’s torso, using the other to bite into and quiet down any protests his body was having with the sensation. The way back down was quicker than Dennis had expected, Mac rolling his hips upward to thrust inside like Dennis had just protested about; a moan escaped his lips, and Mac had a smug look—but Dennis would be damned if he let that stop him.
“Even if you did have another kid, you’d just come crawling back to me–” Mac paused to pant. “Wouldn’t you?” He finished the question, and he might just be right. Dennis wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, also partly since any sound leaving his mouth wasn’t from words.
“You’re lucky Frank isn’t your real dad, at least that way you can look sexy while abandoning your kid,” Mac gave the back handed compliment as he thrust up again, hitting Dennis in a spot he didn’t know existed, drawing out a sound loud enough it could probably be called a shout. “There we go.” He bit his lip as he stared at Dennis, and Dennis was starting to resent the way Mac was experienced in gay sex.
“I didn’t–fuck—abandon him!” Dennis huffed out before grinding his hips down, shoving Mac’s ass back against the floor. “Stop bucking your hips, I’m the one in control here.” He reminded—there was sweat prickling his body from the sensations, even though he was also giving the occasional shiver from any movements.
“Are you trying to fuck this up? Insult my parenting just so you can never feel any of this–” Dennis gestured to his body. “-Ever again?”
“You look sexy when you’re angry, I was getting you riled up on purpose, you idiot.” Mac rolled his eyes as he trailed a hand from Dennis's hip down to his cock.
“Jesus…” Dennis panted as the hand wrapped around, giving small, slow tugs. “Sit up, sit up.” He whispered.
“Why?” Mac questioned, but sat up anyway, shifting Dennis in such a way that it was like he was sitting in Mac’s lap.
“Kiss you,” Dennis slurred out, as he leaned closer, pausing just as their lips rubbed together. “Don’t stop with your hand.” He added before closing the distance. The kiss felt a little more intimate this time, probably because Mac was touching Dennis both inside and out at the moment, but Dennis wouldn’t ruin the moment with calculations on how Mac could be affecting him.
Dennis moved his hips slightly, attempting to thrust into Mac’s touch as well as continuing the movement against Mac’s other feature. “Dennis, please,” Mac whispered against Dennis’s lips, voice desperate, and Dennis knows that tone, he’s heard Mac orgasm more than once.
“Go on, you have my permission,” Dennis whispered back, moving his hips up and down just an inch in a lazy effort to get Mac all the way; his mouth did most of the work, though.
“You gotta get off,” Mac reminded.
“Can’t get me pregnant, dunce,” Dennis insulted with a shaky, intimidating voice; every word begged to be replaced by a moan instead. Mac wasn’t the only one who was close.
Mac leaned his head back, slowing his hand as he stared at Dennis’s eyes. “It’s messy, dude.”
“I don’t fucking care! Jesus Christ, do I have to spell it out to you? Come in me, it’s hot!” Dennis snapped at him. “And keep moving your hand, dammit!” He added, and Mac quickly picked the pace back up as he leaned in, this time leaving his mouth open enough that they could intertwine their tongues.
Dennis could feel Mac's moans vibrate against every feature of his mouth the moment he started giving slow movements to his hips again; the golden god was never too tired for sex, but for some reason, his body was begging to differ.
Mac’s free hand wrapped around Dennis’s waist, tugging him close; quickly pulling away from the kiss to instead let a moan into Dennis’s shoulder. The hand got shaky, the strokes it gave to Dennis’s cock became more sporadic as heat pooled in Dennis’s stomach.
“I forgive you,” Mac panted, quickening his hand, leaving his face planted in Dennis’s shoulder.
“You better, I just let you shoot a load in me,” Dennis scoffed, but his annoyed front wasn’t that convincing when it was overtook by a moan of his own; he could feel Mac’s hand get slicker with each stroke, but he continued going until Dennis had rode it out completely.
“You want to talk about North Dakota?” Mac questioned softly, bringing both hands to wrap around Dennis in a hug; Dennis hated the sweet nature of it, but found his hands returning the hug anyway.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Dennis stated, biting back any story of his failure that Mac was clearly trying to conjure up. “I do have some other things to apologize for, though…” He mumbled, and Mac instantly pulled his head up to make eye contact.
“Yeah?!” He beamed, a giddy smile taking over his face. “Dennis, I love you so much, let’s get in a relationship for real, you don’t have to be Brian or anything, and-”
“Dude! Calm the hell down, all I said was that I’d fuck you again.” Dennis huffed, freeing an arm to grab his face in annoyance.
“Sorry,” Mac mumbled, looking away with embarrassment.
“No, no, it’s fine.” Dennis slid the hand down from his eyes to his mouth to conceal his own smile.
Mac leaned his head back into Dennis’s shoulder, squeezing his waist even tighter; Dennis cringed when he could feel Mac shift inside of him as well. “I’m really happy you’re back, Dennis,” He whispered.
“Yeah,” Dennis replied, biting his lip instead of continuing with a ‘I am too’, he’d never give Mac the satisfaction.