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Slam
Usually the noise of heavy metal doors of a jail sounded like that. But no, Ross and Milton aren’t putting a bad guy behind bars, they had stumbled into their hotel room for the evening, and the slam had erupted from a thick wooden door. They aren’t strangers to sharing a hotel room, incredibly okay with mutual nudity, always having separate beds— this room wasn’t different— but what was different was the pair’s attitude. They were both rather drunk, about the same level, and both were straining in their pants. How’d they get here? The working girls had tried to get the men to pay for a evening while they were drunk and Milton was smart enough to drag them away but fuck…
They had stumbled against the alley wall, crotches rubbing together which had made them both moan. After quick eye contact, a wordless exchange passed between the pair and they whisked off right for their hotel room where Milton found himself caged against the door, Ross groaning while rutting their crotches together hard and slow. “Fuuuck…” the younger one groaned. Milton shoved him back slightly with a pant, “you’ll ruin your pants,” he scolded before undoing his own, discarding his belt to the side. Ross was quick, as always, to follow Milton’s lead.
Soon the men were both pantsless and just stared at one another for a few moments, “come here,” Milton beckoned, Ross following his lead, moving closer till their dicks were almost touching. Milton took them both into his hands and began to stroke them, up and down. “Shiiiit-“ Ross moaned, resting his forehead on the door next to Milton’s ear, panting raggedly. “Ha… you’re so sensitive,” Milton teased weakly, letting his head fall back again, “how long has it been?”
“Ugh… too long,” Ross groaned, starting to thrust his hips forward, panting with each roll of them. Milton groaned and followed his lead, keeping his hands tight but still as they slicked up with their mixed precum. Now that he could get a good look at Ross’ cock, it was thicker and longer than his, not that Milton’s was anything to scoff at. He’s… average. “Milton…” the younger panted, getting his superior to look at him. Ross wasn’t sure what he was doing but he eased their faces together, eyes half closed as their breaths mixed in hot pants. Milton didn’t close the kiss but didn’t pull away, knowing he should stop but finding himself unable to, “Ross…”
Ross took that as an okay, closing the gap between their lips eagerly. Milton gasped and Ross licked into his mouth, pushing deeper in with every pass of his tongue. Milton let out something small and quiet and… utterly pathetic. It lit a fire under Ross as he pushed into the kiss deeper, growling in his throat, he needed more of that, felt like praise.
Milton knew he was flushed darkly but he couldn’t help it. It feels so damn good… too damn good. Fuck he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to; he doesn’t want to. He felt ready to burst; it’s been so long since he last orgasmed, probably longer than Ross. He’d never admit it though… he suspects it’ll show soon as he feels himself getting closer and closer… Suddenly his hands were batted away and honest to God he almost whined, but something else wrapped around his cock, warm and wet. Milton was aware Ross was no longer kissing him, eyes darting down to see the younger slowly taking his cock deeper into his mouth. “F-Fuck Ross wait-!” He gasped.
Ross buried his face to Milton’s root before making eye contact and slowly pulling back as if to make a point, bobbing his head up and down slowly, teasing his tongue along the shaft and head. Unfortunately this was enough for Milton, head falling back as he came into Ross’ throat. The younger one gasped in surprise but swallowed what he could, some spilling from his mouth. He popped off of Milton’s dick and gasped, “d-damn..” he mumbled, standing and grinning, “what happened to all your stamina old man?” He teased.
Milton lightly hit the man’s arm and glared weakly, panting and looking utterly wrecked; his shirt was off-kilter, eyes blown, skin red to the shoulders, dick half hard somehow and wet thanks to spit, “little… shit… I’m not that much older than you,” he huffed.
“Alright alright, don’t get your tail a twist,” Ross replied with a chuckle, picking Milton up by this thighs and carrying him over to the bed, the older man squawking and grabbing onto what was left of Ross’ clothes. “W-what the hell Ross!”
“Shush,” Ross hummed, dropping Milton into bed and climbing over him. Again, Ross initiated the kiss, Milton making a surprised noise but kissing back, fingers finally finding purchase in Ross’ hair, holding on for dear life as the man started to stroke his sensitive prick. “Ross-” he mumbled.
“I know… Andrew, let me help you feel good and have my fun? Okay?” Ross soothed. Milton blushed a bright red but nodded quickly, the idea getting lost after Ross practically growled his name. Holy shit… Ross hummed and kissed Milton again, licking into his mouth, giving a pleased noise as Milton tried to mimic his actions, albeit clumsily. Ross didn’t tease him for now, pulled back and quickly tugging his shirt and vest off, Milton following his lead.
Milton..
Following his lead?
Weird.
Exciting…
Hot
Ross shook his head to clear it and reached to his bag on the nightstand, stumbling for a second before managing to get out his hair pomade. He eased back into his heels and spread Milton’s thighs open, laying down between them. Every movement was with purpose but he was on autopilot, letting his body move itself while his senses and brain took in every detail they could. Milton wasn’t fighting this either, the intentions were clear and he was intrigued. How good would this feel?
Milton groaned quietly as Ross placed gentle kisses along the shaft of his cock, an odd buzzing sensation settling in his gut but it did feel nice. He did tense up as Ross probed at his asshole, thighs trying to close as he gave a little whine. “Shh shh, it’s okay Andrew,” Ross assured him, watching Milton relax. Carefully, he pushed a finger into Milton and began to stretch him. He figured it was like getting a woman ready, so he pressed on a second finger and began to scissor them, curling the tips and searching in Milton’s ass until-
The older man moaned sharply and gripped at the sheets, “s-shit! What… what’d you do?” He panted. Ross held a smirk, “this,” he said innocently before pressing down. The reaction was almost immediate, Milton fucking arched, a broken moan escaping his throat. Ross chuckled and went back to stretching his superior, making sure his fingertips kept constant stimulation against whatever was turning Milton into a damn whore. He watched as the older man’s dick hardened and just oozed precum onto his belly, pooling until it finally ran down the sides. Ross licked his lips before lapping up the precum, taking the head into his mouth and suckling as he pressed into the spot, noticing how more oozed onto his tongue like a faucet.
Milton knew he was fucking gone. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth as he panted, moaning like a whore, very aware as such but… he couldn’t care less. It just feels so good, his mind and body can’t bother over trivial matters. Not now not when- “Fuck!” He cursed as a 3rd finger pushed into him.
Ross chuckled and pulled off Milton’s dickhead for now, picking his lips, “ever done this before?” He asked… figuring the answer.
Milton shook his head no.
“You’re doing amazing for me Andrew,” He kissed at the man’s thigh, “perfectly amazing.” Ross couldn’t help himself, trailing kissed up Milton’s body. This has to be the alcohol or some sort of demon possessed him because fuck, Milton looks so damn good, he wants to see him like this every night, pathetic and bending to Ross’ touches, shaking from the attention and making such beautiful noises.
And then…
“E-Edgar…” Milton panted out, making what could only match a squeaking noise as Ross crooked his fingers into his… sweet spot. “Yes? What is it Andrew?” Ross hummed. Milton flushed… almost in disbelief he was about to say this, “s-stop messing around and fuck me.” He tried to hiss but it leaned on a whine more than anything.
Ross smirked and pulled his fingers back, “as you wish,” he hummed, taking more of the pomade and slicking up his neglected cock which pulled a groan from his lips. Carefully, he grabbed the base of his cock and led the tip into Milton, both men groaned together but Ross paused. Carefully, he turned Milton onto his belly before shoving the rest of his length inside. He slapped a hand over Milton’s mouth to muffle his cry, kissing at the back of his head in gentle shushing. Excuse Ross, he feels a little too impatient right now to ease the older man through this. So, he rocked his hips back and thrust forward sharply, settling a brutal pace.
Milton placed his hands over Ross’ weakly, breath being punched out of him with every rough snap of the hips. His cock bobbed slightly as Ross found his sweet spot again, moans and whined muted by the hands as Ross whispered sweet praises to Milton, “doing so well for me Andrew… Come on, relax for me… there we go; so good…”
Soon, the younger let go of Milton’s mouth which stayed open in pants and muttered curses. Milton settled and clutched at the sheets, starting to drool again as tears pricked in his eyes, “Edgar…”
“Feels so good Andrew,” Ross purred, panting with each thrust as he picked up pace. Both hands held Milton’s hips in place, keeping him in that perfect arch, “taking me so well for your first time~” he couldn’t help but tease, “I knew you could Andrew.”
Milton whimpered softly and hid his face in the sheets, ears a bright pink, “f-feels good,” he moaned, “feels so gooood Andrew… fuck you’re filling me up so well-!” He bit down on the sheets, eyes trolling back as a hand stroked his cock head slowly.
“So… goddamn tight!” Ross snarled, bucking into him wildly as he bit down on Milton’s shoulder. He felt the man tense up, right on the edge but he wanted to see his superior fall apart on his cock, so he flipped the man over, making him squeal in surprise. He pinned Milton’s thighs by his ribs and just plowed into him. Milton cried out, brokenly, eyes rolling back as tears ran down his cheeks. To muffle Milton’s loud, angelic, singing, Ross kissed him again, pushing deep into his mouth and rubbing their tongues together. Milton’s hands came back to cling onto Ross, one leaving angry red scratches on his back, the other threading into his hair.
Ross realized he wasn’t hitting the spot, Milton wasn’t making their pathetic, sweet, whimpers anymore so he slowed until Milton bit his bottom lip, a copper taste filling Ross’ mouth. He chuckled and drove his hips into that spot, breaking the kiss to pant and groan, “come on Andrew,” he whispered, “cum for me like a good boy.”
“Edgar…”
“Yeah, that’s my name. Say it. Louder.” He ordered.
“Edgar…!”
“Louder! Yell it for me,” he rumbled, jerking Milton off quickly in time with his hips. Ross hissed, feeling nails drag down his back again as Milton practically screamed his name, shooting all over them both, “EDGAR FUCK!”
Ross snarled and bucked into that tight heat, thrusting without rhythm until finally he ground deep into Milton and moaned, “Aaaaandrew…~” he slurred while emptying his load. After grinding for a few moments, he pulled out, watching his cum ooze from Milton who looked pathetically spent, tears and drool mixed on his face as he seemed passed out. Ross got up with shaky legs and collapsed into his own bed for the night, promptly passing out.
~~~
The next thing Ross knew, sunlight was assaulting his eyes; groaning he sat up and rubbed at them, looking around sleepily. No Milton in sight? What happened last n- oh… oh fuck right. Momentarily Ross felt himself panic and stumbled across the room to Milton’s bed where he saw the evidence of their previous night. Fuck…
For a moment, his heart sank. Was it too much? How badly would this fuck them up. But there… he saw a note and a simple address. Weird… ‘Meet here’. The only instructions. Upon glancing around the room, it was clear Milton was packed and gone; must’ve just needed to clear his head. Shaking his head, Ross went to do the same.
Pretend like nothing happened… Milton’s wordless order and of course, he is in charge.