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    It’s one of those rare days Marvin has off of work. He’d been ecstatic to tell the other man about it, but unfortunately Whizzer just had to have a shoot today and won’t be home until much later. Marvin had been disappointed initially, but now he’s just horny and irritated. See, last night it just so happened that he had a wet dream, and by the time he woke up, Whizzer was already gone.

    He’d figured it would go down by itself and he could just wait for Whizzer to get home, but as the day’s gone on it’s become increasingly difficult to focus on anything but how incredibly turned on he is. He tries to watch TV, but two actors start kissing and then he thinks of kissing Whizzer which leads to him thinking of much more and he has to palm himself gently. He gives up on the TV and turns it off to pick up a magazine instead.

    Lo and behold, inside, there’s an ad of a shirtless man. And though it isn’t Whizzer, if he squints his eyes enough, he can pretend it is. He groans, both from sexual frustration and disappointment in himself for being so weak that he can’t even make his boner go away.

    It comes lunch time and he decides to just make himself a sandwich. As he eats in a somewhat thoughtful silence, he contemplates calling Whizzer at the studio and maybe trying out the phone sex thing. But that might not be fair to Whizzer or whatever clients he’s with at the moment, so Marvin refrains. He decides to clean the kitchen instead, which serves as a good distraction… until he’s done and his mind goes back in the gutter.

    He’d really rather not get himself off. It’s just always so much more pleasurable when Whizzer helps. He can hold out for just a few more hours, he tells himself. He decides to take a nap, thinking surely that will be the thing to help, and lies down on the couch. But boy was he wrong.

    He wakes up rutting his hips up in the air after yet another wet dream. Desperate now, he glances at the clock. 3pm. Almost three more hours until Whizzer gets home. Damnit. He whines to himself.

    “Fucking hell…” He grumbles to himself and gets up, walking from the living room to the bedroom. He goes to the bag of the closet and digs around in the dark until he finds the box. He rifles through all of their sex toys and settles on a vibrator, something that should get him there quickly so it’s out of the way.

    He gets up and tosses it onto the bed before stripping all his clothes down. He crawls onto the bed and lies flat on his back, closing his eyes and imagining Whizzer there with him. His hand starts to roam over his body, though he imagines that it’s Whizzer’s. It comes up to his neck like it’s going to choke him, but stops and drags back down his chest.

    Both his hands move to palm over his nipples, which he responds to with quiet breathy moans. His nipples are very sensitive, and imagine it’s Whizzer touching him seems to make them more so. He goes from palming to pinching and gasps, biting his lip.

    When he’s had enough and is fully hard again, he temporarily opens his eyes to find the vibrator and pick it up, turning it on. He closes his eyes again and lets his head fall back into the pillows and works it up and down his dick. He imagines Whizzer, on his knees, between Marvin’s legs, sucking him off. He’s so wonderful at that, Marvin thinks.

    “Yes, Whiz- just like that- oh, Whizzer…” He moans out into the air, knowing full well he won’t get a response. He lifts his knees up and spreads his legs, imagining Whizzer pushing them apart, and works the vibrator as best he can along the underside of his cock. He brings it down to the base and against his balls, moaning Whizzer’s name repeatedly and uncontrollably.

    “God, that’s so good- ngh- Whiz- I’m almost there…” He presses it against himself more firmly and brings it up to the tip, where it’s much easier to hold in place from this position.

    As his orgasm approaches and he starts to buck his hips, a firm hand curls around his. He snaps his eyes open to see Whizzer standing there with a devilish smirk. He hadn’t even heard him come in. Marvin tries to pull the vibrator away but Whizzer keeps it in place.

    “Whizz… you- ah-” He whines as Whizzer starts to work it around in a much better manner than Marvin had managed by himself. He takes a deep shuddering breath to steady himself enough to speak, “you’re back- oh- back early…”

    “Figured I’d surprise you. How was your day, honey?” Whizzer asks casually, leaning down to kiss Marvin as he moans.

    “It was- it- mM-” It’s becoming increasingly difficult to focus on speaking, but he tries, “…fine- horny all day,” He explains. Whizzer chuckles.

    “Thought as much. Part of me was thinking about giving you some sort of punishment for touching yourself without me, but you just looked so pretty lying there like that, baby. Just wanted to make you feel so good,” Whizzer kisses him again, slowly working his lips along Marvin’s jawline and up behind his ear.

    “Are you close?” He works the vibrator in tiny circles just under the head of Marvin’s cock, rendering him speechless. Marvin moans and nods his head. Whizzer tosses the vibrator away and onto the bed to strip himself down quickly.

    “Whiz, please- I’m so close, please…” Marvin whines.

    “I know, love,” Whizzer cups his face and kisses him deeply as he situates himself between Marvin’s legs. He pulls back and trails kisses down Marvin’s neck and chest and stomach until he reaches his dick. Knowing how desperate Marvin is, he wastes no time taking him in his mouth.

    “Yes- yes, yes, yes, Whizzer! Whiz- oh, Whizzer- oh, I love you so much!” Marvin moans and pants, struggling a bit to breathe now.

    Whizzer sucks roughly, eager to bring Marvin to his orgasm and draw more of these beautiful moans out of him. He alternates between bobbing his head up and down and tonguing at the tip, most focus on his slit where pre is starting to leak.

    Marvin opens his legs wider and moans louder. Whizzer can tell he’s close, so he brings up a hand to start stroking Marvin’s shaft while his mouth focuses on the tip. He himself grinds into the mattress, turned on by the sounds Marvin is making, especially as he gets closer.

    Marvin reaches down and tugs on Whizzer’s hair, trying and failing to stop himself from bucking his hips. But Whizzer’s mouth just feels so good, he can’t help it. Whizzer moans appreciatively and looks up at him through his lashes, watching as Marvin’s face screw up in pleasure and taking note of the heaving of his chest.

    With another stroke and a shout of Whizzer’s name, Marvin comes right down his throat. Whizzer eagerly swallows it all and continues to stroke and suck him through it until the hand in his hair pulls him off. Marvin looks completely spent, and Whizzer bites his lip in a quiet admiration. Marvin had told Whizzer once that he was the first and only man to suck him off, which has since added to Whizzer’s pride when he makes him come that way.

    “Thank you…” Marvin whispers, breathless. Whizzer tilts his head.

    “Baby, you don’t have to thank me. I love making you feel good,” He leans forward and lies down next to him. He kisses his cheek since the other man is still panting, “I love you.”

    Marvin smiles and opens his eyes, turning his head to the side to look at Whizzer, “I love you too,” His eyes scan Whizzer’s body and he notices that he’s hard. He sits up, “I can help with that. If you want.”

    Whizzer rolls onto his back and spreads his legs, “Yes, please,” He giggles. Marvin smiles and crawls on top of him, giving him one quick kiss before shuffling down between Whizzer’s legs. He kisses up and down his length and holds two fingers in front of Whizzer’s mouth for him to suck. Whizzer does, passionately.

    When Marvin figures his fingers are wet enough, he pulls them from Whizzer’s mouth and brings them down, placing one against his hole as he continues to suck.

    “Marv- yes- that’s it, baby,” Marvin presses the first finger in and starts to slowly thrust it. After only a minute or two, he adds a second. Whizzer sighs and moans as Marvin’s fingers brush his prostate.

    Marvin sucks harder and deliberately presses his fingers against Whizzer’s prostate, wanting him to feel as good as possible. It takes no time at all for Whizzer to come, breathily moaning Marvin’s name. Marvin swallows it all down and pulls his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. He places a small kiss to the tip of Whizzer’s cock before pulling back fully.

    Whizzer quickly reaches his hands out and grabs Marvin to pull him down onto his chest. Marvin relaxes quickly and closes his eyes, practically purring as Whizzer runs his fingers through his hair and trails a lazy hand up and down his back. Both are wearing tired smiles, basking in the afterglow.

    “What were you thinking about? When you were touching yourself?” Whizzer asks calmly. Marvin flushes and looks down to hide his face.

    “You…” He sounds a little embarrassed.

    “Well yes, you were moaning my name. But what was I doing?”

    “Just- what we just did. You were… sucking me off and- and touching me…”

    “Then I take it you got what you wanted?”

    “Yeah… but I would’ve been satisfied no matter what you did. You always make it good.”

    “Ooh, flattery,” Whizzer giggles, “Someone must be in a good mood.”

    “After an orgasm? Yeah, I’d say so.”

    Whizzer kisses the top of his head and squeezes his arms around him. Marvin hums quietly and wraps his arms lightly around Whizzer’s neck.

    “Let’s just stay like this for a while, yeah?”

    “Yeah,” Marvin looks up with a smile, “I love you.”

    “I love you too.”