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[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.

You sure as fuck are. [Corry groans deeply, rocking his hips up into Kyle's hand, then swatting at his ass again.] This time round I own your ass. Don't get it twisted.

[One more smack, then Corry’s working a lubed-up finger inside Kyle, huffing out a laugh.] Careful what you wish for, baby.

From where I'm sitting YOU'RE the one doing what he's told.

[Kyle makes a low, desperate noise. He really us incapable of doing anything silently. He breathes through his mouth, trying to relax.]

But I want it. [Whiner.]

And you're the one who'd better ask nicely if you want my dick.

[He says it sweetly, matter-of-fact, even though he's got two fingers plunged into the knuckle inside Kyle, hooking and scissoring quickly, almost businesslike.]

Unless you've changed your mind?

Nah. You'll give it to me anyway.

[So confident! He latches onto Corry's neck again, biting even as his his hands move to grip his back, blunt nails digging shallow grooves in his skin.]

Ah. I need you. C'mon, just... let me ride you.

[Corry chuckles in amusement, finding a slow, easy rhythm with his fingers, free arm around Kyle's waist so he can't move around too much. It's nice, but it's not enough, and he's counting on Kyle getting whiny and impatient.]

Thaaaat isn't asking nicely, is it?

[It's so good and yet nowhere near what he really wants. Kyle pulls his head back and locks eyes with Corry, glaring furiously.]

You're gonna let me go and I'm gonna fuck myself stupid on your dick. Now.

[He really does talk like he isn't currently being held in place, outweighed and outclassed in multiple ways.]

[Corry would be more intimidated if Kyle weren't a) built like a string bean and b) super cute when he's angry. So instead, he just cheekily grins back, slowing the movement of those two fingers to agonizingly slow circles.]

Try again. [His free hand moves, grabbing Kyle's wrists so he can't even jerk off.] I'm being indulgent, and you know that doesn't last long.

[There's at least one other person on the planet who would agree that antagonizing Kyle is a delightful pastime.

Kyle whines when his wrists are taken hold of, but he clearly doesn't actually mind considering that his erection doesn't flag one bit.]

Corry... come ON, dude...

[He shifts, trying to get more speed, more pressure, just more, but there's only so much he can do. He huffs out an irritated sigh.]

Please?

[Corry tilts his head to one side, pretending to consider, slowing the methodical, deep plunges of his fingers even more.] Mmmm, you're getting there...

...but I think you can beg even better than that. [This is said as a third finger joins the other two, spreading and hooking and curling inside Kyle, wanting to make him desperate, out of his mind with need.

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[Corry tilts his head to one side, pretending to consider, slowing the methodical, deep plunges of his fingers even more.] Mmmm, you're getting there...

...but I think you can beg even better than that. [This is said as a third finger joins the other two, spreading and hooking and curling inside Kyle, wanting to make him desperate, out of his mind with need.<s/mall>]

[The nose Kyle makes is somewhere between a growl and a sob. He buries his face against the crook of Corry's neck, mouthing mindlessly.]

Please. Please, I need you, I'll do anything.

Shh, shh, use your words, baby.

[Corry is, of course, loving every second of this, especially when he slides his fingers free, leaving Kyle open, empty, waiting.]

Tell me one more time whatcha need and I'll give it to you, good and hard, I promise.

[That gets an indignant glare out of Kyle - how DARE it be implied he can't speak properly! He looks Corry in the eye, somehow angry and vulnerable at once.]

I need your cock inside me. I wanna ride you until you cum so hard your ears pop.

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