“How about we start with close family friend?” Ed growled, kneading those globes while wishing their clothes could just magically disappear. “Really fucking close.”
“Like close enough that you’d fuck me?” Max asked in a breathless pant.
“God, yes.”
Ed barely had those two words out when Max sealed his lips over his, his tongue plunging inside on a desperate kiss. The smaller man in his arms writhed against him like he was trying to get even closer as the kiss went on and on. They ate at each other’s mouths, tongues sliding in a sinuous dance that only left him wanting more.
One hand continued to hold Max’s ass in a death grip while the other found its way under Max’s T-shirt to rub hot, soft skin. Max’s head dropped back on a low moan of pleasure, giving Ed the perfect access to his neck. He licked and nibbled his way up his throat to his ear. “Is this what you want, baby? You want me to make you come?” Ed whispered on damp skin.
“No. I want more than that. You can keep kissing me like this and I’ll come in my pants.” Each word sounded as though it was escaping through Max’s clenched teeth. “I want you to fuck me. I want you so deep in my ass that you never want to leave it.”
“Yes,” Ed hissed. He released Max’s ass only to grab the back of his head and pull him into another bruising, frantic kiss. That was exactly what he wanted as well.
Fuck.
Problem.
Condoms. Lube.
He didn’t exactly come into the room prepared for this kind of activity.
Ed broke off the kiss and dropped his head against the wall with a loud thud. With his head tipped to the ceiling, he gasped for air and ordered his brain to make words.
“Stop. We need…prepared. No. Supplies. Fuck!” Max was still grinding on him, and his nimble fingers found their way under his shirt to rub across his chest and pluck at his nipples.
“Mmm…we got supplies,” Max purred like the wicked kitten that he was.
“What?” Yep, he was brain-dead. He couldn’t have heard what he thought he heard.
Max stopped his exquisite torture and pulled back a little. “We have supplies. You don’t know?”
“No. How?” Yes, one-word sentences were all he had left.
A wild laugh bubbled up from Max, and he pushed his upper body away from Ed to lean toward the top of the bed. He didn’t want Max to move away from him, but this was helping him regain some clear thought. He watched as Max dug around in the top drawer of the bedside table. A wide grin spread across his lips as he lifted his hand to pull out a small bottle of lube and a new box of condoms.
“I take it that you weren’t the special fuck fairy that left me these presents?” Max asked as he held his prizes aloft.
“No,” Ed answered roughly.
“Ah. Alexei, then. Or Izzie.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m just grateful.” Ed grabbed Max by the wrist and roughly pulled him closer, capturing his mouth in another draining kiss. When his lover was seated in his lap again, Ed snagged the bottom of his shirt and ripped it up over his head, forcing them to separate while the supplies were dropped on the mattress.
“Should we cover the security camera or something? I’m really not that adventurous,” Max murmured as he grabbed at Ed’s shirt.
“No need. Kairo changed the program on that camera so that it’s passive. It only checks to make sure that someone on the approved list isn’t in the room.” His words came out slightly muffled as his own shirt was removed and tossed aside.
“Oh good, because you are most definitely on my approved list.” Max shimmied back so that he was barely balanced on the edge of Ed’s lap as he licked and sucked his way across his chest while making all these hungry noises as if he couldn’t get enough. This was heaven and hell. He loved every touch, but the position meant that he could no longer feel the pressure of Max’s dick.
He reached between them and stroked his fingers along the hard ridge in the front of Max’s jeans and the hungry sounds turned to needy whimpers. He pulled at the button and zipper, giving that wonderful cock just a little more room. Sliding his fingers up, he found the head slick with pre-cum and poking just above the waistband of his boxers.
“Ed,” Max mewed pathetically, his mouth going slack against his feverish skin.
Oh yes, his kitten needed to get fucked hard.
“Stand up and get these pants off,” Ed ordered, and Max didn’t hesitate. He launched himself off the bed and shoved at his jeans, doing a dance to get them down his legs and kicked the hell out of his way.
Ed watched the dance with a grin while at the same time opening his own jeans. A groan of relief might have escaped him as he could finally grip his aching cock and give it a few relieving tugs as he enjoyed the spectacle in front of him.