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Okay.

[He breathes, stroking Corry's cock the whole time. He leans in to swipe his tongue over the head.]

I always forget how fucking big you are. God, I love a challenge.

[He's a talker, this one. He shuffles closer, wrapping his lips around Corry's dick again and sucking lewdly.]

Flattery will get you everywhere, darlin'

[Corry is fairly content to lay back and let Kyle go to town for the most part. However, fairly soon he's pulling hard on his handful of red curls, halting the rhythmic movements.]

Close, I'm -- close, fuck. [He groans, thrusts up hard, once, twice.] Keep your eyes on me. Wanna see how pretty you look when I'm coming down your throat.

[Kyle is good at following orders. He slows a bit, letting Corry slip back down his throat, eyes open and wide, fixed on Corry's face. Keeping his eyes open is actually the hardest part - they keep watering every time Corry thrusts too hard. Still, he's going to swallow every last drop when he cums.]

[Corry thrusts up hard, deep, punishing, feeling Kyle's throat clutch and tighten around his cock, watching tears flood those obediently upturned eyes. Hopefully the hotel is soundproofed, because he's groaning, gasping, keeping up a filthy litany of words as he does --]

God, so fuckin' perfect, baby, look at you, so gorgeous taking my cock, so greedy for it, you needy little slut, born to take it just...like...that--! [One last moan, and Corry’s releasing hot and thick at the back of Kyle's throat.]

[It's not like he can say anything in return. No, he can only swallow and do his level best not to choke. Finally Kyle pulls off with a wet slurp and rolls to the side, breathing quick and deep. He wipes his mouth absently with the back of his hand, shifting to lay on his back. He stares at the ceiling a moment, then glances over at Corry.]

...that was hot.

[Corry is also a little breathless, one arm over his face, chest heaving as he comes down from his climax. After a moment, his free hand reaches out, vaguely.]

Got a bit -- carried away, there. By "greedy little slut" I meant "modern, sexually liberated adult".

[Kyle rolls onto this side and grins.]

No, no. Stick to 'greedy little slut' please. A little sexy degradation is fine. Appreciated, even.

[Corry’s waving hand settles onto Kyle's chest and he laughs breathlessly.]

As long as you know I still respect you, hm?

Yup. And I know you do.

[He hesitates only a second before he nuzzles against Corry's throat.]

You better get a second wind, dude. You want some water? I want water. Is the mini fridge stocked?

[Corry huffs out a laugh, gently rubbing his thumb over the shape of Kyle's smile.]

Second, third and maybe fourth. [Thrn he sits up slowly, groaning a little.] But you get to pick next. After water.

Of course it is.

[As good as the sex is - and it's very good - the casual affection is what makes it truly fulfilling. Kyle isn't labouring under the impression that he's a romantic interest for Corry, but he does think they're friends by now.

He rolls out of bed to get himself and Corry each a bottle of overpriced mineral water, handing one over as he sits back down on the bed. He ubcaps his bottle and takes several long swallows.]

You know, I only taught myself how to deep throat 'cause I thought it would look hot. And my gag reflex was pretty great already anyway.

You've got a great voice, did you know that?

[Corry scoots closer,making a show of wincing and groaning. He's a creaky old man, okay. He absently reaches out, fingercombing Kyle's hair away from his face.]

However you learned, you're a fucking god at it. I think I actually died and went to heaven, briefly.

[Then he chuckles, sipping his water.] Yeah? Maybe I should do audiobooks or something.

[Kyle beams. He really does get off on being the best at things.]

You could! You could even do erotica if you want to stay on-brand. Who's your favourite author?

[He drinks some more water, then sets the bottle on the bedside table and flops back down.]

So, I'm kinda torn between riding you or having you pound me into the mattress. They both have different appeal, you know?

[Those two questions, almost in the same breath, have Corry laughing and choking on his water. He sets it aside, wiping his mouth on his arm.] Ah, Octavia Butler or Madeleine L'Engle.

And I am more outspokenly a fan of any position where I get to see your face. [This is said as he reaches out for Kyle, hands sliding slowly down his chest.]

I haven't read either of them. I will. [Somehow he'll find time, because he wants to know what it is Corry likes.]

Okay, that's cool. So either me on top or missionary. I'm cool with that, I like seeing your face too.

[He sounds like he's planning an event, but his body strains towards Corry's touch.]

You should totally kiss me while you recuperate.

Yeah? We'll start a book club.

[That gets a bemused smile, but Corry obligingly rolls towards Kyle, arms sliding around him and tugging him closer.]

Who needs recuperating? I'm not that old. [But he obligingly scatters kisses across Kyle's face, ending at his lips. And, true enough, he's already getting hard again. What is this guy's stamina.]

Maybe we will. [He sounds so confrontational for no reason.

Kyle smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and kisses back. It doesn't take long for him to start exploring Corry's mouth with his tongue, his hips rocking impatiently. He pulls away a little with a groan, ducking his head to gnaw gently at Corry's throat instead.]

You're gonna lay on your back and I'm gonna ride you so fucking good. [Bossy little shit.] Where's all the sex stuff? Bedside table?

[Bu the time Kyle's making bossy demands, Corry is fully hard again and his hands have traveled to Kyle's ass, their favorite place to be. He answers with a vague groan, rocking his hips upwards.]

Mmmmhm, top drawer. Designated sex stuff drawer. [That's an understatement -- there are fully 12 kinds of lube and twice that many condoms, plus an assortment of random sex toys Corry’s too lazy to put away.]

[His butt really is the place on his body with the most real estate to grip.

That gets a snorting laugh out of him. Kyle lets go and rolls away to check out said drawer, raising his brows at all the stuff.]

Jesus, dude, get lonely much? [Not that he's complaining. He grabs the plainest lube he can find - no banana scent here, thank you very much - and a condom. He sits up a bit and turns back, shaking his head.]

You're the only guy I've ever met who actually needs the jumbo size. Here, saddle up, this might take a little bit but I want you ready to go.

I like to be prepared! [Corry sounds very indignant about this, like he's definitely going to run into someone who wants hot-Cheeto-flavored lube or glittery condoms.

Then he snorts out a bemused laugh, taking the condom and rolling it on without even looking. Show-off.] C'mere, lemme help. You can say more nice stuff about my dick while I get you ready.

You're the doomsday prepper of sex.

[Kyle shuffles over, already fussing with the cap on the lube.] What else is there to say? I'm going to be talking husky for days after swallowing that monster.

[Kyle is, obviously, not great at talking romantically. At least he's honest? He moves to straddle Corry's thighs so he can kiss him and resume mauling his neck and shoulders.] Why are you so sexy? It's annoying.

You sound hot, though. All smoky and sexy. Like a film noir detective. [Corry shifts his hips so he can rock upwards, grinding his cock against Kyle's.] A dick-sucking detective.

[Then he chuckles, plucking the lube from Kyle and easily flicking open the cap.] Annoying, hm? Have we moved on to the insulting me part of the evening? [There's a cheeky grin, and he drizzled the lube messily over Kyle's ass.] That's my favorite part.

[Why are they both stupid? Kyle snickers and groans as he ruts against Corry.]

I think I started off by insulting you and it somehow got me brunch, so...

[He nuzzles Corry's jawline.] You like it when I call you an arrogant shithead? That you're good for fucking me senseless and not much else? [His hips lift and roll back a bit, mindlessly seeking touch.] Is that what gets you off?

I can't explain what turns me on, but you being an insufferable little bitch is up there. [This is accompanied by one of Corry’s lubed-up hands smacking none-too-lightly at Kyle's ass.

They're both very stupid and horny and dumb and maybe that's why they vibe.]

Ohhh, a little bitch, am I? [He bites Corry's shoulder, gasping.] A little bitch who fucking owns your ass right now.

[Kyle gropes between them to stroke Corry's cock urgently.]

You better give it to me good.

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the amount of cumface icons I have is absurd

absurd... or perfect?

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