Because I Wanted to

Emmett was naked in bed, as usual, when Drew showed up and Emmett stayed quiet when he noticed Drew was on his cell phone. But it didn’t prevent Emmett from giving the other man a little show so he kicked at the sheet he’d been using to keep the chill off and it billowed down to his feet. He shivered slightly, more from Drew’s heated gaze than from the sudden draft, and his lips curled a little, smugly, when the cell phone snapped shut. He lifted his leg to shake it completely free and Drew grabbed his ankle, pushing the sheet aside. He kneeled on the bed between Emmett’s feet and spread Emmett’s legs over his thighs.

Emmett looked up at him, surprised he was still on his back--usually by now he was face down and ass in the air--but he managed to curb his tongue and took advantage of letting his eyes graze the tight t-shirt Drew still had on. Drew did like to show his body and he smirked at Emmett as he slowly pulled the shirt over his head, flexing and stretching lean hard muscles for Emmett’s benefit. Emmett sat up, catching Drew’s arms in the air and playfully twisted the shirt around his wrists. It was too good to resist so he let himself pull the binding a little tighter and stared into the other man’s slightly widened eyes. “Ever been tied up?”

Drew stared back for a moment before the cocky smile jutted out. “You think you could hold me?” And then just as suddenly the smile disappeared. Before Emmett could reply he was roughly pushed back down. Drew yanked his hands free and jerked Emmett’s arms up above his head, tying his wrists together with the shirt.

Emmett pretended to struggle, but his attention was easily diverted when Drew stood and removed his pants. He paused for a moment, posing in his underwear again. “Can’t touch this,” he taunted, stroking his growing erection through the fabric. And he was right, Emmett couldn’t without giving up the game and he liked this new twist to their usual rendezvous. But he could spread his legs wider, back arched, and arms still above his head—a blatant invitation which was quickly accepted when Drew stripped off his briefs and his watch was tossed on the nightstand, falling back behind it because Drew hadn’t taken his eyes off Emmett.

Emmett had already prepared himself since Drew wasn’t interested in the finer points of foreplay and he was rolling onto his stomach when he heard the condom wrapper tear, only to find himself pushed onto his back again and dragged to the edge of the mattress. His legs were shoved up and back, pinned to his chest by a beefy forearm, as Drew worked his cock inside.

Drew was relentless when he fucked, screwing hard and deep until Emmett thought he’d never feel anything else but electric jolts of pleasure that sizzled through is body with each teeth rattling snap of Drew’s hips. God, he was bucking faster and faster and all Emmett could do was claw at the sheets under his outstretched arms to try and stop himself from sliding along the bed.

Drew was grabbing his hips then, pulling him back and Emmett’s legs started to fall. The short sweet relief only emphasized the ache in cramping muscles. He wanted to wrap them around Drew’s hips, or shoulders, really just lay back and enjoy the ride, but Drew was pushing again, pressing his legs back up as he turned Emmett onto his side.

Emmett tried to roll onto his knees, almost embarrassed at being such an eager slut for more. If he could just get some leverage to push back. Force Drew deeper and feel that dick so far up his ass there was nothing but blinding pleasure because there was no room for anything else.

But Drew held him on his side, one strong hand gripping his shoulder to hold him in place as he used the other to lift Emmett’s leg and open him up. Emmett kicked and struggled until his other foot was wedged against the nightstand and he could finally work his ass back onto Drew’s dick. New angles, depths, leverage, caused new fiery sensations. And Emmett had him then. He reveled in the pleasure of that hard thick cock reaming his ass, the strokes sloppy and greedy now. Uneven and rough. Drew was always done for when Emmett fucked him back and the other man grunted louder, almost frustrated he was spiraling out of control, couldn’t make it last longer.

Emmett was driven by greed now too, battling for control, and he grabbed hold of the headboard, pulling himself up onto his knees and Drew had to follow, Emmett’s tight ass squeezing him hard when he withdrew just the slightest bit. Ready now, Emmett thrust his hips back and held on as Drew started pounding into him again, brutally slamming against his ass each time though he was barely withdrawing anymore, just rocking his hips and driving Emmett wild with each deep tremor as he finally broke and came.

Drew sagged back onto his heels and Emmett sank onto his lap, pulling his hands free of the makeshift bonds so he could jerk himself off at last. He imagined more lips than breath sliding over his neck and shoulder as he came and when he lurched forward, wracked with uncontrollable spasms, a strong arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him back. Ragged breath tickled the hair at his nape again.

This time when Drew stretched out and let Emmett lay against him, Emmett didn’t say anything. Not about lingering longer than usual. Or fucking face to face for the first time. Or the almost tender squeeze his ass got when Drew pulled out--instead of the usual ‘friendly pat of encouragement’.

Or the tickets Ted had to the game on Sunday.

 

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