Archive of Our Own ^beta

1.

Eric observed as Kyle sat on the sofa, engrossed in a book. It was around eleven a.m. on a Saturday and the brunet had just woken up with a morning wood that needed taking care of.

Kyle, oblivious of his boyfriend’s presence or predicament, shifted his position so that he was now lying on his stomach, his head pointed in the opposite direction of where the brunet was standing. Eric now had a nice view of the redhead’s bare legs, since the man was still in his pajamas, which consisted of one of Eric’s t-shirts and underwear, nothing else. That moment, the brunet pounced.

He got on top of Kyle and lifted his shirt and pulled down his underwear. Eric rummaged between the sofa’s cushions until he found what he was looking for: a small bottle of lube he remembered sticking in there the last time they’d had sex on the couch. He hastily squirted its contents over the redhead’s entrance and pushed his dick inside him.

Kyle gave a loud moan at Eric’s sudden intrusion. Ever since Kyle had agreed to being free use, they were at it like rabbits— his boyfriend was a bottomless pit of lust. It wasn’t always like this, though: Eric still liked to romance him, and half the time Kyle was the one initiating or seducing the man. So this was just a little extra.

Eric thrust in and out of the redhead hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. Kyle had tried to resume his reading, but ultimately closed the book when the pleasure stopped his mind from processing a single word on the page. He moaned as the brunet rammed wildly against his prostate.

Without uttering a single word, they came together.

‘Good morning,’ Kyle greeted as Eric pulled out.

‘Good morning,’ Eric replied with a smirk.

2.

When Eric got to their apartment after class, he could hear the shower running. Getting an idea, he undressed as he made his way to his and Kyle’s bathroom.

Kyle jumped when he heard the door creak as he showered. His heart was about to beat out of his chest when his boyfriend’s face appeared as he opened the sliding door. The redhead sighed in relief.

‘You scared the shit out of me!’ he raged, but Eric ignored him in favour of pinning him against the wall and slipping his hard dick inside Kyle.

Kyle wanted to kill him, and had half a mind to do so, but the rough penetration and friction turned him on like few things could. After they finished, he’d kill him, though.

3.

Kyle sat at the dining table as he took notes of his current lecture. The professor was out of the country for the week, so his classes were online for that period of time. Luckily, being in college meant they weren’t forced to have their cameras on for the full two hours, as they would’ve been in high school. They were supposed to be responsible adults now and pay attention without needing to be monitored.

Eric walked into the dining room and saw that, to his annoyance, Kyle’s class was still going. He had a craving for the redhead that he really needed to satiate; lucky for him, he didn’t have to wait.

He made his way next to Kyle, who eyed him suspiciously, clearly picking up on his lustful energy. Eric unzipped his trousers and took out his dick, rubbing it across the redhead’s lips.

Kyle diligently opened his mouth and Eric grabbed his head with both hands, entangling his fingers in his boyfriend’s curls. The brunet thrust his hips and felt as his member traveled up and down the redhead’s throat. The almost gagging sounds Kyle was making sent Eric into orbit, and he quickened his pace. He came inside the redhead’s mouth and the man swallowed.

Eric planted a kiss on Kyle’s head before he let him get back to his class.

4.

Eric awoke in the middle of the night with a raging boner. He turned to look at Kyle, who slept peacefully with his back to the brunet. His fiancé looked so cute in his slumber that Eric felt a bit bad about rousing him, so he tried to be as gentle as possible when pulling down the redhead’s pants and put plenty of lube on his shaft before he pushed inside Kyle. Still, once Eric started moving, Kyle woke up.

It only took a few seconds for Kyle to figure out what was going on; when he realised it was just his fiancé fucking him, he tried to go back to sleep. Keyword: tried. Once Eric saw the redhead had gained consciousness, he stopped holding back and pounded him in full force, just as he had done in the dream that caused his boner in the first place.

It didn’t take long for Eric to finish, with Kyle not too far behind him. Without bothering to pull out, Eric went back to sleep, assuring Kyle that cleaning up could be a problem for tomorrow. The redhead was too tired to argue.

5.

Eric threw his suitcase on the sofa as he entered his house, looking around for a certain redhead. On Thursdays, Eric usually got off work later than Kyle, so the latter took it upon himself to make dinner for the both of them. This day, though, Eric had been free to go home earlier than scheduled, so when he walked into the kitchen Kyle was just about to begin dinner preparations.

The brunet approached his husband from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing the redhead’s neck.

‘Eric!’ Kyle gasped, startled. ‘They let you off early?’

Eric only made a sound of affirmation as he kept nuzzling Kyle’s neck.

Kyle ran his fingers through his husband’s brown hair. ‘Are you gonna help me here?’ he asked teasingly.

‘Dinner can wait,’ Eric decided as he got rid of both their trousers and underwear.

He kissed the redhead hungrily as he bent him over the counter, wasting no time before sticking his shaft up the man’s ass. Kyle hissed and groaned due to the lack of prep, but made no complaint otherwise. As Eric kept moving inside him, the pain started mingling with pleasure, and soon Kyle’s groans turned into moans.

Kitchen sex was not normally something Kyle was very enthusiastic about, always worrying about germs on the surfaces and whatnot, but Eric just loved having his husband wherever he wanted him, even if it was in "inappropriate settings”, as the redhead put it.

Still, when he felt Kyle’s ass contracting around him, Eric covered the tip of the redhead’s dick with his hand, catching most of the cum with it and redirecting the rest to the man’s own torso, so that he wouldn't fret too much later. With a final hard thrust, Eric came inside his husband.

‘What do you say we take a bath and then order take out, hm?’ Eric whispered in Kyle’s ear after pulling out.

Kyle hummed in response.

+1

It was 12 p.m. on a Sunday when Eric woke up. As he turned on his side, he was surprised to see his husband lying next to him: Kyle always got up at 7 a.m. sharp even on weekends, it was rare for him to sleep in.

Eric, who never looked a gift horse in the mouth, undressed his bottom half and then proceeded to do the same with the redhead’s. The man stirred a bit, but made no comment, apparently still asleep. The brunet applied lube on his fingers and slowly pushed them past Kyle’s entrance. That woke him up.

‘Mm, no... Eric, not right now,’ he groaned.

Eric, assuming Kyle wanted to play like they sometimes did, kept going. He stopped when he heard his husband mutter ‘red’: their safeword. The brunet immediately took his fingers out and leaned over Kyle to look at him.

‘Are you okay? Does anything hurt?’ Eric added the last question when he saw the redhead’s eyebrows pinched in what looked like pain.

When Kyle indicated that his head was the problem, Eric put his hand over his husband’s forehead on a hunch, and, as he suspected, the man was burning up.

He quickly pulled his pants back on and got off the bed, walking over to Kyle’s side to assess him better. ‘Should I phone the doctor?’ the brunet asked, trying to hide the franticness in his voice.

Kyle, noticing his husband was freaking out, assured him, ‘I don’t think so, it’s probably just a cold. We got wet last night, remember?’

That’s right; they’d gone out for an evening walk and a mild rain caught them by surprise, both of them without their umbrellas. Eric supposed that must have been the reason behind Kyle’s sickness.

With his mind slightly more at ease, Eric went to the kitchen for a jug of water and a glass, which he gave Kyle to drink once he re-entered their bedroom. He checked for any other symptoms, but things seemed to be under control.

He cupped Kyle’s face and informed him he’d go make them brunch. The redhead kissed his palm as a sign of gratitude.