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It was a hot and sweaty night, and Nick was not feeling in the least bit poetic. He had hoped a nice hard fuck would put him in a better mood- or at least help him to sleep. Lark had done his best, really put his back into it, but he was still awake, and still annoyed about it.

Then he saw something on his phone that confused him so much that it had the potential to really turn the night around.

“Why does your dating profile say you are 6’0?”

“Because it sounds better than 5’11.” Lark replied without looking up from his book.

“You’re not 5’11.”

“The fuck do you know?”

“Because I’m 5’10 and you’re shorter than me.”

“Am not.”

“Do you have any idea how improbable it is that I made 5’10? Look up ‘Chinese trans man average height’ see how many results have a 10 in them. My Dad has to step on a little stool to reach the cupboards in his kitchen- and he has a penis! I assume…”

“Whatever. I’m definitely taller than you.” The book book now dismissed, Lark had crossed his arms and was pulling the face he always pulled when he was wrong.

It always made Nick laugh.

“Ok. You’re right. You’re 5’11 and I’m 6’1. How likely does the search say that is? Lots of numbers starting with 6, I bet.”

“Fuck offfff.” The final syllable dragged on forever. Right up until Nick hit him in the face with a pillow.

“Ouch! What the hell is wrong with you?” Lark sounded a little sniffly, probably because Nick had nailed him right between the eyes.

“I’m sorry little guy, did the big strong man hurt you?”

None of it was true, of course. Nick might have ended up taller, but he always had a slim build, all narrow shoulders and hips. In every other way Lark was the larger man.

The heat of the night meant neither had bothered to re-dress after sex, although Lark had draped a sheet over his dick, because he never felt truly safe completely naked. Nick failed to see how a sheet would help if they were attacked, but didn’t mention it in case Lark got any big ideas about putting his clothes back on.

In the half darkness Nick could steal covert glances at Lark’s body with appreciation. His arms were Nick’s favourite bits; biceps Nick couldn’t get his hands all the way around, that Lark would flex and show off like a party trick, and the way they boxed him in when they fucked.

The big arms came with the broad shoulders, and they were joined by big hairy tits. Technically they were pecs, but as he’d got older, Lark had filled out to the point that, when they were face to face, Nick could drown in them and die happy. The chest hair they were covered in always felt like silk on his cheeks.

And it wasn’t just the pecs that had grown with age. Lark’s belly was large and solid like a small barrel; made from a combination of working out for strength and lots of heavy beer drinking. They didn’t hug, but if they did, Nick would have put money on it being brilliant. The best thing about it, however, was the way it rubbed against his dick whenever Lark was on top; it made sure even a quickie was guaranteed a big finish.

Sometimes it was all Nick could think about.

Sometimes Lark could read his mind.

In retaliation for all the taunting, Lark leapt like a coiled spring, fixing his mouth on Nick’s neck and sucking the soft skin until it bruised. Large hands wandered over every inch, dragging blunted nails over his skin, leaving a trail of red scrapes behind them.

There was no need to warm up. The night was hot enough, especially as they had only finished the last round about half an hour ago.

Lark didn’t even need to ask, he just lifted one of Nick’s legs with his giant arms, placed it over his enormous shoulder and slid his thick cock into Nick’s hole.

The glide was easy and straight to hilt in one go. Without warming up, the movement of their mixed fluids felt cool when pushed back inside. The stretch was perfect, and Nick felt full and comfortable.

“Do I feel like a ‘little guy’ now?” Lark whispered directly against his ear.

“Hmm- I’m not sure. Could do with a little more convincing.”

Lark apparently took this personally, as he tilted Nick’s hips up a little further, getting an angle so deep, Nick could feel it in his throat.

They had only been at it for a few minutes, but both were already drenched in sweat, and Nick could taste the salt every time he got within biting distance of any part of Lark’s body, trying to leave deep welts to be remembered by.

The place their bodies met was electric. Lark was finding every place inside Nick that wanted to be found, as his body put glorious pressure and rhythm against his dick. He even loved the way Lark’s pubic hair dragged against all the sensitive parts by adding extra fiction.

He was so close, but just couldn’t get over the edge. His hands scrabbled at the sheet, the headboard, Lark’s skin, anything to help him, as his dick was becoming so sensitive and he was about to lose his mind.

Lark, however, always knew; he could read his body like a magazine that was mostly pictures. Before Nick could tap out, Lark used one of his large hands, with thick fingers, and wrapped them loosely around Nick’s throat.

There was no real pressure behind it, just the weight of the hand itself resting against his larynx, but just the pantomime of his breath being restricted was enough to get the explosion he’d been hoping for.

Nick couldn’t have stopped the groan that escaped his lips. He all but lost control of every limb, a few core muscles and at least one eyelid. It was made all the better by the fact Lark hadn’t stopped or even slowed for a moment; Nick didn’t have a chance to catch his breath before another wave started cresting and broke even bigger than the one before.

There was a significant risk of a third (if he didn’t die first) when Lark pulled out at the last second and came over Nick’s dick and inner thigh, sticking Nick’s pubic hair together.

Lark licked a strip from dick to lips and when he pushed his tongue into Nick’s mouth, he could taste the mix of bodily fluids and sweat, and he chased the flavour back into Lark’s mouth.

With their bodies pressed together, they quickly became stuck together, and the heat of a second body quickly became much less pleasant when there wasn’t a dick inside him.

A cool shower proved not only to be a good way of removing the stickiest parts, but helped Nick cool down, and that combined with multiple orgasms had cheered him up.

Plus Lark volunteered to help scrub all the important bits.

Once they were back in bed- clean sheets also helped reduce the temperature- Nick started to drift off to sleep when Lark startled and sat bolt upright.

“How do you know what’s on my dating profile?”

“I saw it. Why, jealous?”

“Yes! Very! I demand you stop it immediately.”

“What? Why? I’m not in a relationship. Maybe I’m looking for love.”

“Are you teasing again? We are definitely in a relationship. I live here, with you. I’ve been here for 6 months!”

“No- what? You live with Sparrow.”

“In his one bedroom apartment? That would be very strange because all of my things are here.”

A lot of things in his life suddenly made a lot more sense. Like why Lark was here all the time and kept cooking dinner and how he kept getting into the apartment when Nick wasn’t there. He wondered when Lark was planning on telling him.

“Ohh, that’s cool. I like that a lot. And you don’t need to be jealous, I was on Grant’s account. He’s hopeless at picking men. Swiped right on you, by the way.”

“Hope Grant isn’t expecting a response. I forgot the password a year ago and can’t work out how to delete it.”

“I thought it was because his meagre 6’2 was just too short for your incredible height.”

Lark hit him in the face with a pillow.