“Fuck, Shea...don’t stop.” Christian panted.
Shea rolled his eyes up to see what Christian was doing. He found him watching, his eyes heavy lidded, his bottom lip between his teeth, and a rosy flush was creeping up his cheeks. Damn, he looked sexy as hell.
“Stroke me, too.” Christian breathed.
So at Christian’s direction, Shea stroked his shaft while he sucked him. Christian’s head fell back and his grip tightened on Shea’s head. Christian’s hips rocked in time with what Shea was doing.
“Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to move,” Christian rasped.
Shea knew how much he enjoyed coming in Christian’s mouth, so he wanted to do the same for him. Shea tightened his grip slightly and tried to take Christian as far into his mouth as he could. Christian’s abs bunched and he let out a guttural groan, his grip on Shea’s head tightening. Christian came a moment later, his body jerking. Shea felt his hot come hit the back of his tongue and followed his first instinct, which was to swallow. It didn’t taste as bad as he was expecting. Shea only released Christian after he was completely finished and sagging in the chair.
Christian watched lazily as Shea kissed his way back up his body after the best blowjob he’s had in years. He loved the way Shea’s goatee scraped along his skin. Shea didn’t really know what he was doing, but it still felt amazing; knowing that it was Shea doing it, made it feel even better. Shea kissed him on the lips then smiled.
“Did I do okay for my first time?” he asked wryly.
“I think you know the answer to that.” Christian grinned.
Shea smiled shyly and moved back. He looked like he was about to grab his clothes when Christian caught his wrist. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to get dressed?”
“We’re not done yet,” Christian informed him as he stood.
Shea raised an eyebrow at him. “We’re not?”
“Uh, no, you didn’t come yet,” Christian said.
“Don’t you have to get to work?” Shea asked.
“I think I have time for you to fuck me,” Christian growled, pulling Shea into his arms and kissing him soundly.
Shea tore his mouth away and stared at Christian, looking startled. “Did you just say you have time for me to fuck you?”
Christian chuckled at the dumbfounded look on Shea’s face. “Yeah, is that alright with you?”
Shea gaped at him for a moment, his mouth worked but nothing came out. Finally, he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Christian shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Shea, you are not going to hurt me, this is not my first go ‘round.”
“I...I...but...” Shea stammered.
Christian grabbed Shea’s face and kissed him softly before pulling back slightly. “I want your cock in my ass, right now,” he growled.
Shea’s eyes widened before narrowing on him. “Who the fuck are you?” he whispered.
Christian gave him a shit-eatin’ grin. “I’m just a guy who hasn’t been fucked in a very long time and I want it badly.”
Shea searched his eyes. “You like it rough?” he asked quietly.
Christian’s smile faded. “Yes.”
The next thing Christian knew, Shea spun him around and bent him over the kitchen table, pressing a heavy hand down between his shoulder blades. Oh fuck yes! That was exactly what Christian liked; being manhandled was a huge turn on for him. Since the lube was upstairs, Shea had to use his spit to lube up. He felt Shea’s cock slide up and down his crack a few times before Shea positioned himself to enter. Christian couldn’t fucking wait. He’s been dying for this ever since realizing he was in love with Shea. Shea pushed forward, slowing making his way past the tight muscles. Christian hissed at the invasion - it burned, but it was a good burn. Shea rocked, slowing working his way in until he was fully sheathed.
“Oh, Jesus.” Shea choked.
Shea grabbed Christian’s hips as he slowly pulled back and pushed back in. The strangled cry that came out of Shea was nothing that Christian had ever heard from him before, and he couldn’t help but smile. Shea kept the pace slow but Christian wanted more, so he pushed up onto his hands and pushed back against Shea, meeting his thrusts and forcing him to go faster. Shea gasped and shoved Christian back down onto the table, holding him down by his shoulders.
“Fucker, you’re gonna make me come before I want to,” he growled.
Christian chuckled; loving that Shea was losing his cool.
Shea held onto his shoulders as he started slamming into him, hard and fast. Christian cried out and gripped the edge of the table. Shea bent over him, wrapping one arm around his chest and the other around his waist, biting the back of Christian’s shoulder, almost causing Christian to come again. Shea moaned long and low as his thrusts became more erratic and frantic. Shea shifted slightly and was now unknowingly hitting Christian’s prostate practically forcing him to come hard and pulse around Shea’s cock.