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It’s hot inside Jeff’s house.

He could blame it on the uptick in temperature or his thermostat acting funny to explain the clamminess in his palms, while he grips at Dave’s bare shoulder and the couch fabric.

He could blame every fucking thing under the sun for what he feels. But Dave feels just fine under his touch, aside from the usual rise of one’s body temperature during, y’know, intercourse. Jeff feels ridiculous, lying there with his legs partially spread on the couch, panting like he’s sprinted a mile, and Dave fanning out his fingers on his chest is no help. His pinky and ring finger brush against the leather-smooth scar that is barely anything to look at anymore, both too faded and melting senselessly into the rest of his chest.

“You good, man?” Dave pants above him, though not nearly as much as Jeff feels he can hear himself – practically wheezing under the weight on his chest of what he wants to say. “You’re breathing like crazy. We can stop if-if you wanna.”

And Dave, bless his poor oblivious soul, dares to look concerned. As if he can’t look downwards himself and see how badly Jeff needs this, the shiny surface of his inner thighs, how desperately he’s aching to just–get it over with already. Maybe Dave does know, he’s had Jeff clocked the second he got this whole…nonsense idea in his head. It wouldn’t be so surprising if Dave did know, somehow.

“I’m fine,” Jeff clears his throat and shuffles on his back to the same position again, uncharacteristically restless. “Just… God fucking–Can I tell you something, Dave?”

“Yeah?” Dave’s voice pitches in worry, sitting back on his haunches. The bulge in his boxers is exceedingly obvious, despite how silly they are – stupid boxy plaid patterned fabric that only serves as a human decency to cover up. God only knows the man needs the extra space – and Jeff. Whatever he’s wearing, it's obvious he’s still hard. Almost makes Jeff feel bad about ruining the moment, if he weren’t about to drop some wild shit onto Dave’s lap that would assuredly make him go fucking crazy.

“I–Uh, shit.” Jeff fumbles, averting his eyes from the man in front of him. “It’s stupid but,” It’s better to get it out now than later. “I didn’t take my birth control. I don’t, uh, anymore.”

He hasn't for maybe a year now, give or take a few months, but he doesn’t mention that. It was pointless anyway, but these habits die hard. A practically nonexistent period and years of testosterone being pumped into him tends to have that effect. He’s surprised he didn’t get cleared by his physician a long time ago, given the circumstances.

Dave pauses, face unreadable “You’re serious, right?”

“As serious as I can be when you’re sitting there still hard.” Jeff scoffs and jokingly lifts his hand to cover the view. He doesn’t mind in the slightest. “Like, goddamn, put that thing away, will you?”

“Sorry, it’s–it’s a lot, y’know? Uh,” Almost shamelessly, the younger man hides his crotch behind his hand. Immediately, without thinking, Jeff reaches down and tugs at the same arm to get Dave closer again. “Jesus, Jeff, does risking yourself getting knocked up get you extra horny or something?”

“Maybe.” The older man pants again in response, easing himself down the moment Dave presses on his chest. His eyes are dark and blown-out, excited like a cat, seeming like half moons under his constant half-lidded gaze when he takes a self-indulgent peek down between Jeff’s legs.

Dave leans in, and Jeff would be tempted to lean up to meet him halfway if he didn’t have his dignity intact.

(Bullshit, his brain spits at him. You lost your dignity the second you jerked off to this exact thing a year ago. You lost your dignity spreading your legs for a guy 16 years your junior. What’s wrong with you?)

Then, Dave pauses before he gets too close and backs away again, one foot already on the floor to push himself up. “We need a condom if you’re…” He swallows, gawking openly at Jeff’s cunt. “Easily impregnated now.”

Jeff rolls his eyes. “Just sit down, Dave. I don’t need it. If you hadn’t gotten it yet: all those fucking jokes about me being too old finally have some truth to ‘em.”

The younger man swallows again, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, before settling on the couch again. Closer than before, he leans in and kisses Jeff desperately. Maybe the realisation he’s been permitted to go raw has sunk in. Jeff sends the mental message to the little shit that he can’t get used to this; he’s only…curious. Now that any real risk is out of the window. Cum is still a bitch to clean out, whether or not it’s a different hole. Whether or not he can get knocked up.

Into his mouth, Dave whines incessantly, clumsily licking between his lips while slotting himself between Jeff’s legs. Both of his hands are settled on the man’s chest again before one departs, disappearing downwards until Dave shudders out a sound against his lips. A gasp leaves him, panting wetly and open-mouthed against Jeff in a way that should be so gross to him, being slobbered on like an excitable dog. Except he can’t bring himself to care, only furthering the sick desires of this freak he unfortunately loves and kissing him properly. His mouth stalls, and clearly so does his brain, since he doesn’t do much more than reciprocate the motion of licking back against Jeff’s tongue.

Then, the unwittingly delicious feeling of Dave’s bare cock sliding against his own. Jeff is so goddamn hard that he twitches at the first contact. The rigidness of his dick causes the movement to falter briefly and Dave slips, rubbing against the side of his cock instead, unable to have a softer surface like he usually does at first. The other man must notice Jeff’s eagerness too, judging from the smile against his lips, followed by a lightly spit-damp kiss to a bearded jaw, then one more to Jeff’s cheek.

A rub of Dave’s thumb between his legs, dipping into the warm, slick folds, so hot that even Jeff could feel it burn as bad as his cheeks must be against Dave’s lips. The thumb slides up towards his t-dick, pressing against the thick head and over it, stroking the length and back down. Against his mound, Jeff can clearly feel the twitch of Dave’s dick at the feeling. He grits his teeth in response, digging his blunt nails into the meat of Dave’s shoulder, and shamelessly allows himself to jerk his hips forward into Dave’s readily pinched fingers.

“You’re hard,” The other man points out dumbly, his voice hushed like it’s a secret, “Because of me or the birth control thing?”

Jeff clenches his jaw tighter, “...Both. Don't ask me why, because I don’t have a fucking clue.”

Dave laughs quietly and gently jerks the small dick between his fingers, lightly squeezing the head – which throbs in return. “I have my reasons, you have yours. Maybe you like that I could toootally knock you up, Jeff.”

Even if he can’t lie about the clear interest his dick betrays him with, Jeff snorts instead. Like it’s a ridiculous thing to suggest. But he can’t begin to deny it, so he doesn’t try to, unless he feels like digging himself a grave two times deeper than it needs to be. Dave can assume anything he likes as long as it gets his dick inside him.

Jesus, he’s lucky Dave can’t hear what he’s thinking. It’s like he’s in heat, and all he’s done is stop taking a little pill and covertly come around to the idea of letting Dave cum inside him once in a while. Eugh, whatever.

A finger rubs down between his folds, a dewy stickiness clinging to it when the finger pulls back. If Jeff were feeling any less shameless, he might actually try to pretend he’s not dying for it, more than he has in years – since the first few times he and Dave started hooking up, he thinks – but it’s nothing that Dave can’t plainly see already. Especially not once his finger probes at his hole and Jeff’s hips jerk in turn, as if the mere implication of something inside of him has him keening for it, desperately cloying at the chance for the other man to hurry up and finger him already.

“Are you, y’know,” Dave clears his throat, and sinks his finger into the first bony knuckle, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Jeff feels sick as he says it, not in a nauseous sense, but as though he can’t wait. Giddy with excitement, almost sick to his stomach with it. He swallows it down. “Are you having second thoughts already?”

“I’m not. No goddamn way.” Dave scoffs and curves his finger, almost hooking it inside of Jeff until he frowns in response at the feeling. It loosens again and sinks into the second knuckle, the tip of his middle finger already prodding and skirting the edge of his hole. “You wanna tell me how badly you need it?”

A poor attempt at dirty talk – or maybe it’s good for stereotypical standards. Maybe Dave could star in porn with words like the ones he utters when they’re in bed, with Jeff as his sole audience.

Jeff pants against Dave’s shoulder, clenching around the drag of the younger man’s finger as it pulls out. “Fuck off with that shit. Leave it for some girl who actually likes you, Dave.” Unfortunately for Jeff, he likes the guy more than he wants to. Dave’s got a way of turning him around on things, as he keeps on proving.

“You totally fucking love it, Jeff, c’mon.” Dave quips and presses his lips to a grizzled cheek. His fingers sink in together this time as if to try and distract him, and in a way, he does when Jeff doesn’t do much more to protest other than gritting his teeth and clenching around the man.

Dave turns his hand, the palm facing upwards, so his thumb can gently rub over the rigid arch of his t-dick. The pad of his thumb, poking at the smaller head, causes a domino effect to run through Jeff; he clenches up in response, around those stupid fucking long fingers that only sink deeper into him. His chest heaves with the mere effort of lying there and taking it, only to turn his head to hide the heated surface of his already-pinkened cheeks from Dave’s lips. God knows what he would do if the man teased him much more about how turned on he is. Possibly start begging for his dick instead, or crush Dave’s head in with the nearest blunt object. Whatever his instincts go for first.

Against his thigh rests the younger man’s cock, a weighted reminder of what he needs. It’s almost tempting to give Dave a hand while he lends Jeff one of his, eagerly sinking his long fingers into his cunt, spreading them apart on each pull of them back out, each panted exhale suddenly getting heavier whenever Jeff subconsciously tightens around the intrusion.

He kind of wishes he insisted on a slicker lubricant – fuck knows where Dave is hiding lube around the place these days, there always seems to be a sachet or tube hidden somewhere – but he doesn’t dare ask now. Not while he’s taking two fingers knuckle deep, clenching his hand around Dave’s shoulder until he can feel the bone underneath it. Dave would only poke more fun at him not needing lube. Right now, Jeff has no fucking idea where his line is drawn when it feels as though he’d allow Dave to get away with anything.

“If you’re aiming to try and get me off with only your fingers, then you’re doing a shitty job of it.” Jeff spits out, clenching his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to stare into Dave’s fucking...soft doe eyes, the pupils wide and a dark reflection of what Dave sees, staring at all the parts of Jeff he’d never want anybody else to look at.

“Sure doesn’t feel like it, Jeff.” The other man hums, an innocent painted on his lips that reeks of something smug. Jeff’s fist clenches against Dave’s shoulder. “But whatever, you’re soaking wet for it anyway. Can’t keep you waiting when you don’t have long left, huh?”

Jeff grumbles but doesn’t say anything more than a punched-out grunt along with the few thrusts of Dave’s fingers, faster than before, something Jeff would call almost ruthless in pace if it weren’t for the fact he knows how hard Dave can fuck him if he wanted.

“I’m dying over here, Dave,” Jeff rasps, except it doesn’t hit as the joke he intends when it comes out the way it does – breathy and impatient, “I only have a week to live and I’m on my deathbed. I need your cock.”

Dave’s eyebrow quirks up at him as he slides his fingers free, and Jeff knows full well how...how whorish his words sound after they’d left his mouth. But the man doesn’t say anything, only lewdly licking at one of them for the slick coating of pre-cum Jeff has left behind.

Then, unceremoniously, he turns around to shuffle to the other end of the couch, digging through the collection of books and random game cases under the side table before he returns upright with a bottle of lube in his undirtied hand. Jeff can’t suppress the grimace that appears on his face.

“You’re keeping that shit near my things? It better not be stained.”

Dave puffs out a half-laugh, looking more endearing than amused. “Speak for yourself, Jeff. You’re gonna stain the fucking couch if you get any wetter.”

He grabs a throw blanket from the arm of the couch too, tucking it under Jeff’s ass and hips when he silently raises his lower half. There’s no point in disagreeing when Jeff knows as well as Dave that he would get pissed off about any stains on the couch later.

Dave shuffles his dumb fucking boxers lower down his thighs then kneels back between his legs, a grunt of effort coming from him that Jeff would make fun of him for – hitting 30 next year is a big deal for a man who still acts 17 – but it’d only earn him double the amount of old guy jokes.

With a snap of the lube bottle cap, Jeff huffs out a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding. His chest feels tight, his gut even tighter, and the stray touch of Dave’s lubed-up fingers from his hole to his t-dick does nothing to help things. He sucks in a breath, indulging in the firm presses and rubs to his cock while nudging his hips closer against Dave’s hand.

But the goddamn tease pulls his hand away just as the older man gets a good angle against Dave’s slicked fingertips. He knows better than to complain about it because he’s far from a kid anymore; patience is a virtue, or whatever the fuck he should believe in his older age.

Thankfully, there isn’t much time to wait between that and the next squelch of lube, this time accompanied by rhythmic strokes against Dave’s length until he leans forward and hooks the head of his cock under Jeff’s. It rubs against his loosened hole, then purposely slips upwards to poke against the tip of his t-dick – the generous helping of lube and pre-cum causes him to miss a few times, but Jeff can’t protest when it rubs against the sweet, sensitive spot on the left side of his aching dick, fuck – and frotting them together with a shallow sound rattling around in Dave’s panting chest, until he circles his hand around the base, guiding it back down.

A moment of panic seizes Jeff into holding his breath, and it must rub off on Dave as he tenses above him, pausing right before he starts pushing into Jeff’s cunt. He blinks up to stare at the older man, as if checking to see any hint of disdain for what he’s asked him to do.

Jeff grunts and peers down between his legs, spread wider than he’d like, if only for the feeling it gives him in the bubbling warmth of his belly. The younger man looks huge from this angle, so much space between his crotch and Dave’s, and for a moment, Jeff worries if he’s had enough prep, despite knowing from countless times that he’ll be fine.

He reaches down between them, staring up at Dave as his hand fists around the warm length, wet with lube and something else that’s thinner, more natural, that Jeff can’t bear to think about. He doesn’t think he’s been this wet in his fucking life.

Guiding Dave towards his hole, he rubs the head against the opening, feeling his own dick throb at the motion. It’s disturbing how forthright he’s acting, more so than usual, uncharacteristically so, but Dave isn’t innocent of that either. He seems so unsure when Jeff had expected him to pounce on the opportunity, quite literally, but all he can do is pant down at the sight of Jeff finally urging him forward until the head slips into his cunt.

“Fuck,” Dave pants over him, catching himself on his hands on either side of the older man’s chest. “Oh my God, it’s–”

“It can’t be that good, Dave, shut up.” He spits out, tilting his head back and clenching his jaw in embarrassment. The man is acting as if he’s entered Nirvana, pure bliss just from some wet warmth around the tip of his cock. In Jeff’s eyes, it’s probably no different from a mouth, or a Hot Pocket, but that mental imagery isn’t something that Jeff wants lingering in his mind right now, as amusing as it can be.

“It is, though. Fuck you.” Dave hunches over him to get a good look at his dick sinking into Jeff, like some narcissist. There’s a pulsing throb inside of Jeff and, involuntarily, he reciprocates with a forced-out shuddering breath and a clench around Dave.

The man’s hair hangs down in front of his face when Jeff adjusts himself again. He can feel him pushing in, slower than usual, like the sick freak is savouring this or something – of course he would when Dave has asked if there’s a possibility they’d ever do this more than once. Jeff wouldn’t mind really, if it didn’t mean he was obviously being stared at. Dave has seen this countless times by now, except for the absent condom.

Holding up his hand, he moves Dave’s hair aside, but it proves pointless when the younger man moves to face him again. He looks lost in himself, eyes hazy and unfocused until they zero in on Jeff’s lips, then his eyes, and flit between the two. Dave can’t look for long, fluttering them shut a few times and looking down at the source of what causes a panting moan to fall from his lips. From this angle, Jeff can’t see how far the man is from bottoming out, but it mustn’t be far off from what he can tell.

It’s when he starts to feel full does Dave’s hips shortly meet his, an ache in his gut and the inherent feeling that any more and Dave wouldn't be able to fit. Long legs get tucked under his thighs, spreading him slightly more open, a hand resting on his gut. Jeff puffs out a hissing breath with the effort of staying composed, somehow, regardless of whether he can feel how tight he clenches around Dave. Having a bigger dick than average must have its pros, but the con is entirely on Jeff when it comes to being on the other end. He's too old for this. He should’ve taken the extra finger of prep.

“Did you grow a few inches overnight? Jesus, Dave,” Jeff frowns, “There’s no goddamn way you feel bigger without a condom.”

He stretches out his back on the couch in an attempt to wiggle the almost uncomfortably full feeling from his tummy. It only gets worse when Dave croaks out a whine from his throat, followed by an involuntary jerk of his hips into Jeff’s, as if he can possibly get any closer than he is.

“No bigger than usual, Jeff. You’re just too horny, man.” Dave attempts to smile at him, but it’s overtaken by his eyes slipping closed. One of his hands keeps him propped up while he hunches over Jeff’s form, and the other grabs desperately onto the older man’s hip for leverage – or to keep him grounded, something to instinctively hold onto.

Dave pulls back an inch and sinks back in smoothly, an attempt to loosen the other man up, to take away the tightness in his stomach. It’s easy to feel the tension in his spine and his core, even while Dave is leaning back to run his hand over his tummy and scratching his fingers into the bristly hair that leads downward.

At least the younger man isn’t wearing the smuggest expression he can muster, like Jeff had expected. Either that or Jeff had pictured Dave jackhammering away without any consideration. It’d made him soaked through his boxers at the time thinking of it, of being…desirable enough to warrant such a reaction, but feeling his cock inside of him now, sheathed deep within to the point Jeff might feel it again every time he goes to sit and stand tomorrow – he’d rather take this pace that Dave has started than either of his mental options.

Jeff spreads his legs, ignoring how exposing it is when the younger man immediately looks down at their joint crotches, to rest one foot on the floor. It opens him up to take it more easily and stops the growing cramp in his thigh at the tight positioning. He should’ve insisted on the bed, given how cramped it feels on the couch. Dave’s hand moves to massage his leg comfortingly, his thumb rubbing into the defining line on his thigh, before grabbing at it and perching up on his knees.

In this position, on his back and Dave above him, there’s little wiggle room for control. Jeff knows how to take it, of course, otherwise there wouldn’t be any respect without the tug on his metaphorical collar to remind him. But it’s not as easy as having Dave on his back instead; he can’t keep the man’s hips pinned down, whether with his weight or his hands, and he can’t set the pace. Oftentimes, the younger man is kind enough not to go too fast, but it’s not unusual to find that he gets greedy without a steady hand on his chest and Jeff’s weight in his lap to keep him in place.

Jeff doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He knows what girls do, grabbing at their chests or touching themselves, but Jeff doesn’t consider himself so outwardly whorish to let Dave know he likes this enough to perform.

He grabs aimlessly at Dave’s shoulder again, but it feels too far from where he's lying with the man kneeling upright, steadily sinking into him and the tedious pullback that, at times, digs the ridge of his cock’s tip against his sweet spot. Jeff grabs again at Dave’s flat chest, moving to curve his hand around the meat of his torso and skirting it down the man’s side. He snorts when Dave groans, Jeff’s thumb accidentally brushing against his nipple, but the sudden snap of Dave’s hips into him isn’t anything to laugh at. He sucks in a breath and swallows heavily; he can feel the warmth of Dave’s cock, deep inside, and every small twitch or throb that would seem faint before, with a barrier between them, feels tenfold now. Jeff knows it’s only in his head, maybe a small bit of the truth too, but he couldn’t care less if he’s become delusional in his old age and wanton needs.

“Sorry–“ Dave sucks in a deep breath from his nose, and it shudders back out from his mouth. “Sorry, fuck. It’s just–I can feel it, y’know? Everything.”

Jeff swallows, finally moving low enough to grasp at Dave’s hip with a clammy hand. He grips tight until he sees the skin turn a pale white, digging his thumb into the bone of the man’s hip and hoping to God it bruises.

“It’s–You’re tight, and that’s not just sexy talk, or whatever. You keep…tightening up on me.” Dave tells him, blinking up at the older man’s face, and he feels himself flush with humiliation. “I feel it here too,” The man’s hand goes from his hip to the mound of his crotch, his thumb reaching to tap at his t-dick, “Whenever I'm real deep. It twitches against me super fucking hard, y’know.”

The thumb taps again, then rubs on the arch of his t-dick and pushes down towards Jeff’s crotch so it pokes out more than necessary. Dave puffs out a strained sound as he pulls back, and the resounding throbbing of his cock inside Jeff, no further than barely past the head, urges Jeff to pull at Dave’s hip. Encouraging him back in, Dave follows him willingly, thrusting forward until a lewd squelch emits from the force – assuredly embarrassing to Jeff but surely arousing for Dave.

The older man can’t deny he feels settled there, beneath Dave, drinking in the delicious fullness of his cock inside him, the slight aching gap it leaves when Dave leverages his hips backwards, only to sink back into Jeff and twitching his fingers against his abdomen, thumb tensing against his t-dick. It squishes against Dave’s crotch with each gentle thrust of his hips, the small head pressing incessantly against the fuzzy hair and throbbing when Dave’s brain catches up to speed with his thumb to rub along the thick curve of his dick.

It must be difficult for the younger man to multitask; it’s either his hips slow or his hand fumbles to find a rhythm that it can settle with. Between pinching his thumb and fingers, stroking, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the head and arch of Jeff’s cock.

Jeff can’t take it. “I can’t enjoy a damn thing if you keep stopping every two seconds,” He hisses out and reaches between his legs to knock Dave’s hand away, “Fucking–c’mon, Dave. Stop pussying around.”

Dave whines but moves his hand aside, tempering it into the meat of Jeff’s waist for leverage. It works, annoyingly so in Jeff’s opinion, when he feels that pawing motion into the slight softness in his hip. Dave’s hips don’t slow, turning almost desperate as he thrusts, nails digging into Jeff, a heedless whine breaking free from the man’s throat. How annoying, the older man would think, if he weren't so helplessly whipped for the dumb, pretty face currently panting down at him.

It’s slick when Jeff gets his fingers on his cock, a cloying stickiness clinging to him when he pulls away to get a better angle that won’t cramp his hand. He grunts and strokes himself, faster than he might on any other occasion, as best as he can with the increasing crescendo of Dave’s hips meeting his ass. He tightens up involuntarily around Dave’s cock, and the younger man groans, his body lurching forward and forcing a dull smack between their skin to echo. Followed by a shaky inhale, Dave looks conflicted, his face scrunching up like a puppy that doesn’t know what order to follow.

“Jeff,” His voice wavers and so do his hips, “Fuck, Jeff, I don’t think I can–“

Jeff grits his teeth. He knows what he wants, more than anything right now, humiliatingly. Dave knows what he himself wants, still believing that Jeff wants the complete opposite despite his insistence – which was more than he was ever willing to admit if he weren’t desperate for it. He should count his lucky stars that Dave hasn’t gone ahead and done it already, but there’s no room for mentally keeping the man in his good graces as he’s making a strenuous effort to pull himself away from Jeff.

Reaching up, his hand clamps around Dave’s neck and pulls him in, ignoring how clammy his palm feels against the warmth of Dave’s skin. Even as Dave is manoeuvring their legs to smoothly slip out, he knocks the man’s hand away and, somehow, in his older age, swiftly half-hooks a leg behind Dave’s thigh to keep him in place.

“Fuck, are you serious? Jeff, I know you’re–crazy fuckin’ horny for me or whatever, but,” Dave pants, visibly straining against the bare minimum effort that Jeff is putting into keep him there, “But you actually want–?”

Jeff tugs the other man down to his level, his body arching up ever so slightly once the angle of the length speared deep inside his cunt nestles into his sweet spot. He inhales deeply, the joint smell of musk and sweat and something inherently Dave dizzying his senses as he blinks up at the man. It’s not easy remaining so calm when all he wants to do is crawl on top of Dave and grind his cock into his tummy or tongue or his pelvis, as he feels that length sheath deep inside of him, maddening his mind and taking what Jeff is owed after all these years, until he shamefully cums thick and–

He drags Dave down further until he’s hunched over Jeff, panting quick, almost panicked breaths against his face. The younger man lets out audible noises of effort as his body thrusts into Jeff again, the sounds easily pitching into a whimper when the hand on his neck tightens.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Jeff tells him sternly, despite the airiness in his voice. “You hear me? Stay right fucking there, Dave.”

“Yeah,” Dave pants and nods frantically, “Shit, yeah, I’ll stay right here and–fuck–“ He slumps over slightly and nudges his nose into Jeff’s bristly cheek, puffs of warm air hitting his skin. His parted lips attempt to kiss the spot, but fail as a garbled moan follows through instead.

His body rocks into Jeff, unsteady with the angle and the surface, forcing Jeff’s shoulders to steadily nudge closer to the arm of the couch. It’s fucking perverted, is what it is. To let a man so much younger fuck into him like this, no matter how official their relationship is, like–like something; he can’t muster the mental energy to figure out what. He’s getting fucked, raw, he can feel it, from the tickling sensation of Dave’s beard brushing against his own, the tightness in his chest, to the spread of his wet cunt around Dave’s cock that’s sinking so deep, too fast for Jeff’s liking but he’s lost in it. The motions rock him like a boat at sea, though it’s easy to adjust to once he’s thoroughly distracted by the man’s mess of words mumbling into his cheek and his own hand rubbing at his t-dick.

“Fuck, fuck,” Dave rushes out and wraps an arm around Jeff’s back, as if to keep him there, close as can be, digging his fingers into the bulk of his shoulder and desperately fucking into him. “Don’t hit me later, Jeff, please–“

“I told you not to go anywhere,” Jeff tells him simply, tipping his head back into the couch and letting the man bury his face in his neck, bury his cock into him until Jeff knows he will never feel the same again. With his hand trapped between his crotch and Dave’s tummy, he can’t do much for himself anymore, aside from the attempt to grind down on each motion Dave sinks into him with. He pulls his hand out, huffing out a grunt as Dave mouths at his neck, circling his arms around the man’s back to hold him close.

Then, embarrassingly, “Are you going to cum inside me or what?”

Dave moans loudly into him when he hears it; though his movements stop once more, he struggles to do much other than the jerky attempts at thrusting while trying to stay buried deep inside the older man. There’s the muffled groan of Jeff’s name, into his neck, followed by an undertoning whine, but it’s difficult to hear over the blood rushing in Jeff’s ears and his own ceaseless panting. He’s not even doing anything aside from lying there and–taking it, and he still can’t stop it.

He can feel Dave’s balls tighten up against his taint, his cock throbbing inside of him, and from the angle, – laid on top of Jeff, one arm keeping him pressed against Dave tight, while Jeff does the same – the small, muted thrusts into the sweet spot that has Jeff’s thighs tensing and his dick squashed into Dave’s crotch.

Jeff has felt Dave cum before. It’d be wrong if he didn’t, but he means inside of him. Through the condom obviously; Dave has a habit of burying himself balls deep and Jeff can feel it then, the warmth and the small jerking thrusts, faint throbs against his walls through latex until the man, thankfully, pulls out soon after.

Maybe in comparison, the memory of those senses feels dulled. Maybe it’s a placebo effect in motion. Maybe Jeff is too hopped up on adrenaline and arousal to notice he’s feeling more because he wants to.

But he can feel it now, the same telltale body twitches and tip-offs that Dave has always had; from the shuddering groan that he hides into Jeff’s skin to the way his hips twitch to get closer, burying himself deep into the older man. Only now Jeff can feel the pulsing underside of his length inside the depths of his cunt, raw and hot, and if Dave were any bigger, he might feel it against his goddamn cervix – thank God he isn’t – and the cum shooting into him.

He tries not to think about it, but the words fertile cum come to mind. Dave is assuredly more fertile than himself, young and still spry, and the leaking of pre-cum inside of him would probably be enough to get Jeff knocked up – if he were any younger or full of testosterone.

A mantra of “fuck”s are said hushed into Jeff’s neck, some drawn out and others turning into muted sounds behind gritted teeth or shakily whined out or dissolved into the gasps the younger man lets out. Jeff is starting to feel clammy all over from the hot air. He pushes a hand against Dave’s shoulder, not quite pushing him away, but hoping the message gets through that he needs space.

Dave follows the motion and sits back on his haunches, panting as he does, and gives in to a few self-indulgent thrusts back into Jeff. As though he's trying to fuck the cum deeper, Jeff’s sick mind provides, and he grimaces at the slick sound his hole makes as Dave slides out of him. A rush of cum follows, he can feel it, and it dribbles down to the hair of his taint, something that the younger man must make a soft sound at the sight of. At least he has the blanket underneath him to catch any stray leaks.

Jeff sighs and sinks back into the couch, lifting an arm to run his fingers through his hair. It’s slightly damp, especially at the nape, where his hair starts to curl from the sweat despite being shorter than it usually would be to do so naturally. He grunts, dropping his foot back down to rest on the floor, incidentally spreading himself open for Dave to stare at even more.

The man’s face is flushed, from exertion and whatever else perverted thoughts are running through his mind, surely. Eyes half-lidded, his chest heaving to catch his breath while he sweeps the hair out of his eyes. It can’t be that good of a view; his cunt is hairy, he barely shaves for fuck’s sake, just some trimming to keep it clean – which Dave thankfully doesn’t mind one bit, the little freak. Especially not whenever he has a face full of it, sniffing wild and deep like it’s the greatest thing he’ll ever get his nose buried in.

But it gets Jeff thinking, which is never good when it comes to the man in front of him. He has the blanket to stop any stains on his couch, but he doesn’t need it. Not with Dave right in front of him, willing and happy as can fucking be when Jeff puts him to work.

“C’mere,” Jeff breathes out, motioning his fingers toward himself, “Dave, I want to kiss you.”

Dave follows like a trained pet to its owner's call, and if he had a tail behind him, Jeff is sure as shit that it would be wagging once their lips pressed together. He finds that he doesn’t even mind the licking against his lips a few seconds into it, letting the younger man slip his tongue into his mouth like he's some…some whore on the first date. Jesus.

“I didn’t–” Jeff starts, sucking in a breath, parting himself from Dave even as the man tries to follow, “I didn’t even cum, you bitch.”

“Sorry,” Dave gasps, “Sorry, Jeff. You just felt so fucking good, like you were made for my dick–”

“Save it.” The older man huffs and lets Dave nip at his lip one more time, unable to resist another press of their mouths that ends too wetly for his liking. “You have a job to do.”

Dave makes an inquisitive sound until the older man pets his hair, curling his fingers in it until he’s gripping almost too tightly. Just how Dave likes it; he keens from the slight pain and leans into Jeff’s hand, eyes drooping until he looks more pleased than he ever has inside Jeff’s cunt. Disgusting.

“I haven’t finished.” Jeff reminds him, and Dave hums in return. His hand smooths down the hair on Jeff’s tummy, travelling lower and lower and lower. It’s tempting to let the man continue, getting him off with those nimble fingers, but Jeff has built himself too high to let himself fall now. “I don’t want little brats running around after this. Clean it up.”

Dave makes another sound, more of an annoyed grunt, though it’s anything but. He looks around for something he can use before grabbing at the blanket, but Jeff stops him with a frustrated noise and tugs it from his hand.

“Lick it. Suck my dick, don’t be fucking stupid, Dave.” The older man urges Dave to lower his head towards his sticky and dripping cunt, until he gets the idea from the simple words. Sometimes Jeff thinks that sex never benefits Dave at all, if only for how stupid it can make him in the moment, and how demanding he can be.

“Y’don’t have to tell me twice,” Dave purrs and happily follows Jeff’s guiding hand downwards. “Just lemme do my thing.” He mumbles into the softness of the older man’s chest, nuzzling into his chest hair like a kitten to a blanket. Fine, Jeff can let it slide. It’s not like he doesn’t appreciate the extra love, as much as his dick is throbbing between his spread legs.

Dave rubs his cheek to Jeff’s chest and presses a kiss to it, like it’s something precious. Then once more to his nipple, again to the scar underneath. His ulterior motive shines through when he presses one more kiss, closer to his side than his chest, and peeks up at Jeff through his bangs before swiftly burying his nose in his armpit.

“I knew it,” Jeff grunts, “Fucking freak. Why do I even let you touch me? All you do is molest the weirdest parts of me.”

Dave groans, getting off on the verbal abuse, and rubs his nose closer into the crease of Jeff’s pit, nudging at his arm until he sighs and lifts it more. He rests his hand on his own head, feeling the sweat sticking to his hair, and watches as Dave buries himself deeper. If only he had tried this when they were actually fucking, maybe he wouldn’t be keeping Jeff waiting.

“Smells so fucking good,” Dave tells him, muffled by hair and skin, “You get sweaty whenever we do anything. I dunno how you can’t let me sniff you all the time. You can get all fuckin’...musky and stuff, in a good way. Tastes good too.”

It’s unnerving how bold Dave can be. Just sometimes, when Jeff is faced with the fact that anything he could possibly be into, Dave is a hundred times worse.

“If I let you do it all the time, then you wouldn’t know how to savour it.” Jeff reaches down and tugs at the man’s hair again, reminding him of the course of action. “Stop being a pervert and suck me off already.”

“Yes, sir.” Dave breathes and allows himself one last deep inhale, his nose pressed deep into Jeff’s pit. He sighs, satisfied, and continues his path downward.

He only stops to sniff at Jeff’s crotch this time, nuzzling into the thick bush of hair and groaning again to himself. Angling his head, sniffing again, his lips bump against the protruding length of Jeff’s t-dick, damp with pre and sweat. Dave hums, pulling away from the intoxicating musk of the older man’s bush to rub his lips against the thick head, pressing a kiss to it lovingly.

Then he kisses it again, before sucking it down like it’s nothing. Which, well... It is nothing, at least compared to the average cock, but he does it so shamelessly that it leaves Jeff’s cheeks burning and his hips tensing to get a better friction against Dave’s chapped lips. He really should invest in some chapstick for the man instead of letting him bite at the skin all the time, but for right now, he can’t lie that the texture does something crazy to his sensitive dick.

Dave makes a small sound, akin to a moan, and pulls off the small length to lick at the sensitive underside. Lower, to the folds of his cunt where his own cum is seeping from Jeff’s hole and closer to drying in the hair of his ass. Thankfully, the good Samaritan that he is, Dave licks up the trail before it can, following the path it made back up to the source, puckering his lips like a kiss to the hole he’d just fucked.

“Are you planning on getting me off anytime soon, Dave?” His hand tightens in Dave’s hair, threatening to force him face-first into the sticky warmth of his cunt. It doesn’t surprise him when Dave pulls back, just so Jeff will abide by the silent threat.

Another moan is muffled against his cock, puckered lips rubbing across the thick head before it’s enveloped in the warm and wet heaven of Dave’s mouth. His tongue strokes along the short, yet still thick, appendage before Dave peers up at him through half-lidded eyes and smiles around him. Hand stroking along the slight tremor of Jeff’s inner thigh, resisting the urge to clamp his legs around Dave’s head and rut into his mouth.

Then, the younger man’s head starts to move. Not away or off his dick, but rather in a bobbing motion. One that is completely unnecessary with Jeff’s… lacklustre length. There doesn’t even feel like anything to suck off in the way Dave is attempting – but somehow, he’s managing. Thriving even, eyes falling closed, completely satisfied, while his tongue flicks against the sensitive tip of Jeff’s cock and his chapped lips milk him eagerly.

“What’re you doing, Dave?” Jeff finds himself asking, even as his body lurches forward against the man’s mouth. “You don’t have to do that, y’know.”

“I’m sucking your dick? Like you told me to, Jeff.” He replies with a lick. “I’m not passing up the opportunity to get my mouth on you, man.”

“I meant… The head, uh, bobbing thing, Dave. I don’t–I’m not big enough for that.”

Dave hums, content, then once more in questioning. “What? You’re totally big enough, Jeff. You’re big enough to stick your dick in me, I think.”

He sounds smug, fingers pinching over the thick girth of Jeff’s cock in compliment. But Dave isn’t quite there either. His voice isn’t rough, like it would be if Jeff were sporting more effective equipment, so to speak, but he sounds wrecked regardless. Too caught up in his own head, Jeff thinks. Dave must be losing it, even at his youthful age.

A thumb strokes down his cock with enough force so it flicks back up after, then skirts around the edge of his hole, damp with spit and leftover traces of cum. The tongue settled under his length is enough to dampen the blow, but Jeff still inhales when Dave sinks the damn thing knuckle-deep without any warning. He pulls on the man’s hair as punishment, despite knowing otherwise Dave’s feelings on that.

Jeff doesn’t stop him though, not on his goddamn life, not when his gut tightens up and he thinks he might just cum already. He doesn’t, thank fucking god, or Dave would never let him live it down. The last thing he needs at his age is a rumour about having a hair trigger, no matter if none of it is his fault; it’s not Jeff’s thumb, and now finger, spearing his deep and slow, nor his tongue licking at the curve of his dick and kissing the head. Not his fault at all, even if the lingering thoughts of Dave’s bare cock fucking him womb-deep are entirely his own.

There’s a panting in his ears that assuredly isn’t coming from Dave tucked between his legs. It’s loud, like an animal on a hunt, his chest aching with need for both air and release and something he can’t discern, something simply more as he pulls Dave’s face closer to him. Dave’s nose rubs against the base of his cock, breathing deep for air, but Jeff knows him well enough to be able to tell the difference sometimes.

“Shit,” Jeff forces out, “Dave, you’re gonna–gonna fucking kill me one day. Stupid…worthless cocksucker.”

He never means any of it. The worst things come to mind when he’s on the brink, whether that brink is anger or frustration or an orgasm. Dave is the opposite of worthless, but Jeff knows him, and the moan that resonates through his cock is enough to get him off. That and the two fingers fucking him deep, rubbing against his sweet spot the moment the man feels his t-dick throb against his tongue. All of that, everything Dave is, with the added bonus of his sultry eyes staring up at him, fluttering closed whenever Jeff ruts against his face, smearing pre-cum across his mouth and chin until he can’t take it anymore, throwing his head back against the couch with a groan so loud, it could rival Dave’s own ceaseless noises whenever they’re in bed together. (Or the couch, or bathroom, or anywhere Dave sees fit.)

“Stop,” Jeff forces out through gritted teeth, “Stop, man. I’m sensitive.”

Dave pops off his cock, lips glistening with spit and Jeff’s cum. It’s difficult not to stare when he licks at them greedily, wiping his hand over his chin.

“Already? You can take a bit more than that, usually.” A hum, followed by a groan as Dave sits himself upright, stretching out his back.

Jeff pants and leans his head back. His thighs are twitching, just slightly, and his hips won’t stop gravitating towards the phantom sensation of Dave’s mouth around him, sucking him for all his worth. Jesus.

To his credit, the younger man is gentle as he wipes him clean with the blanket. A strained sound leaves Jeff when it brushes against his sore cock, but Dave’s frantic apology only serves to make him laugh. At least he’s clean enough to get to the shower…in a few minutes. He’s happy to lie here, basking in the revelation that maybe he does like something new. Dave always pesters him to know some deep, dark fetish or kink he enjoys, but the fact is that there isn’t one. None that Dave doesn’t know about, and anything he does indulge in is for Dave.

“Is it ‘cuz of the, um…” The other man starts, leaning back against the couch and scratching his tummy. “Did you cum that hard from the condom thing? Or, uh, lack of a condom.”

Jeff thinks, staring at the ceiling, then shakes his head. “I dunno, Dave. It’s one of those things I don’t want to think about.” He swallows, then proceeds to go against his word and think about it. “But I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t mind doing that more often. Sometimes. Just…the cleaning is annoying.”

Dave makes a noise and wiggles his eyebrows. “That’s what I’m here for, Jeff.”

Sitting up, grunting, the older man shoves the dirtied blanket at Dave’s laughing face, only to hide the warmth spreading on his face. He can’t risk another boner right now, when it’d be painful. Insatiable as he is, Jeff can’t help but give in to his desires, too. He doesn’t want to see Dave. He just needs a hot shower to clean all the sweat and cum off himself, then maybe followed by a cold one, and to lounge on the couch and watch Star Trek. And if Dave joined him after that, maybe with some leftover stuffed peppers for dinner, laughing at the cheesy sci-fi sound effects and poor acting, then. Maybe Jeff doesn’t think that’d be so bad.

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Hey. Can’t make it in today, let Tom know for me 

damn I was just getting worried Jeff

you’re always in before me, cory said something was up when u couldn’t pick him up

u good?

Yeah

[image is Jeff’s hand holding a thermometer, with the image being slightly blurry from motion, and the LED numbers could be mistaken for two lines] 

I’ll get over it. I just need a few days off

Huh? 

jeff is that a fucking uh

What

are you pregant?????,

*Pregnant

What the fuck? No!!! 

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I’m sick. It’s a thermometer dumbass

Ohhhh

Oh. my bad haha

I just thought cuz the um. yknow 

my whole dick in your pussy no condom type shit

yeah

Yeah. Not on your life Dave

Sighs and wipes away a tear

Yeah….

So can you tell Tom for me. 

yeah Jeff I got u

feel better soon babe

I’ll stop by later with some soup nd shit. 

(not made by me!)

Thanks Dave

❤️

That makes me look like a faggot. Ignore that I’m sick and delusional and I hate you

lol whatever u say Jeff :)

<3