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The boy's just no good. {missedstations x HKitten}

Renéâ??s voice was arousing when in this state. It wrapped around him like silk and stroked him in just the right places to make his skin warm and his body desire more. Just hearing it was enough to cause his shaft to harden underneath his trousers and press up against his thigh. When the other male teased about giving him head thoughâ?¦ that caused his cock to jerk harder against its confines. â??Sounds like you want to be thrown onto my bed, René.â? he teased, nuzzling the soft neck before him, as he slipped his hand pass the clothing and grasped the warm organ.

Pressing his lips against the warm pulse, he nipped at it gently, while pumping his fist up and down along the shaft. The friction wasnâ??t enough that he suspected for René to find his release, but it was hopefully enough that it was pleasurable. For himself, he found his hips humping the other maleâ??s bodyâ??anywhere he could reach really. After a few moments, he found that he wanted much more than a little grope and feel.

His common sense seemed to fly out the door as soon as René had entered it, and instead of taking it slow as he wanted to, he slipped his hand out and patted the brunetteâ??s bottom. â??Come on, letâ??s get to my bed. I want your mouth.â? he husked, feeling a bit dirty and stupid for saying something crude as that. Nathan nipped at his boyfriendâ??s lips a few times, before patting the firm bottom and eased René off of his lap. Standing up, the bulge at his crotch was prominent, with nearly all eight inches being outlined by the jeans; hopefully a size that the brunette would enjoy. The blonde usually wasnâ??t conscious about his size, but with a soon-to-be lover, he found himself subconscious about it.
 
'Something wrong about being thrown on your bed...?' René purred, arching himself against Nathan. He liked being touched, and people so rarely did it. To enjoy sex as much as his partner – preposterous! Why should a whore ever do that? But René did, every so often, and sometimes every touch felt good. He liked being physically close to someone, and what really marked the difference between sex with a client and sex with someone he wanted was what happened afterwards.

His hands against Nathan showed little urgency, but his breath was a little quicker, and no doubt Nathan could feel his pulse speed up. It was a nice moment. And sure, maybe he was a little ambivalent – this was his first time with a man he knew little about. It wasn't that different from the 'usual'. Of course he wasn't going to rate it that high, however well Nathan 'performed'. Who you fucked didn't really count, in René's view. It was who you came back to that was important. It didn't really matter what happened tonight, what was important to him how likely it was to happen again.

'Oh, do you now,' he said. Dirty was his everyday, but there weren't many nice ways to say these things. He gave Nathan a final kiss before getting off him. Nice and big cock, he did rather want to lick it... 'Show me the way!' He didn't bother doing up his pants again, they weren't so loose to fall off, and it wasn't as if he was going to be wearing them for much longer.
 
Leading René into his bedroom, which wasnâ??t that far, felt like it took forever. Each step reminded him of his rather tight erection, pressing up against his thigh and still concealed by the boxers that slid back into place once the brunetteâ??s hand wasnâ??t there to push it down. Nathanâ??s mind was telling him that they were going to fast, that he should really wait until they got to know each other more, or that he should be courteous and find his damn medical records to show René that he was as clean as squeaky dishes.

The thought that René might not be clean didnâ??t passed through his mind for more than a moment, but as a precaution for them both, he found both the lubricant and a condom. Sad that the entire box he had once brought was still rather stuffed and untouched, while the lubricant tube was half used. The blonde didnâ??t have a lot of time for others, mainly because others didnâ??t like late hours to spend with another person. But René didnâ??t seem to mind, so he didnâ??t mention anything about how pathetic his life wasâ??no need to scare the other male off.

It wasnâ??t until he was moving them towards the bed that he realized what it looked like with those things in his hands. â??Umâ?¦ you know, forâ?¦ erâ?¦ things. So we donâ??t make a mess.â? Nathan wasnâ??t sure if they would get penetrating sex tonight, but he knew that even if they did rut against one another, it would be best for both to have condoms on. Cheaper to buy a large box of condoms than to wash the sheetsâ??considering the fact that water bills were more expensive these days. With a lopsided smile on his face, he held out one of the condoms to René, hoping he wasnâ??t offending his soon-to-be lover.
 
What did medical records matter to anyone where René lived and where he worked? Nathan did not need to worry too much. René was as regular as clockwork when it came to STD tests. Once every two months, and every time that he was raped. Although, he probably did not need to bother. Most rapists ended up using condoms too – so as not to leave DNA evidence. And, of course, it was only good sense that he insisted clients used condoms. Most complied, if only for selfish reasons of not wanting to pick something up from a whore.

As soon as they were in the bedroom, he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and then his pants. Sucked if Nathan wanted to enjoy wanting him strip – René did it all in less than ten seconds. René did not exactly have a problem of being ashamed of his body. He knew that people found him hot, with a slender frame and thin waist and hips. Undoubtedly a man, and not particularly feminine, but definitely leaning towards pretty rather than rugged and handsome. His hair might have been long, but he could never have been mistaken for a girl. He didn't particularly care than now Nathan could see every part of him, including – and probably especially – how hard his cock was. All for Nathan, tonight.

'Do you like what you see?' he asked Nathan, taking both the condoms. He'd sort that part out. Normal in his world, in the same way he was entirely unashamed of being naked in front of a man who he had met yesterday. He relished it, in fact. He wanted to know that Nathan saw him and liked it. He touched Nathan's arm and leant in for a kiss, then so carefully slid a hand down Nathan's pants again, then wrapped his fingers around what he found there. 'Are you feeling overdressed...?' he trailed off teasingly.
 
Licking his lips to wet them, Nathan felt his eyes dilate with lust. Heâ??d like to say that this was both passion and lust, but in truth, he couldnâ??t lie that they had the passion. Not in the sense that they had known each other for a long time and this was something that two boyfriends had waited to do. René was his boyfriend as of today, his acquaintance as of yesterdayâ?¦ there wasnâ??t much they had but a strong infatuation. Something he hoped would grow beyond lust and infatuation and into something close to relationship love.

â??I might beâ?¦â? he agreed, pealing his shirt off without a blink and began to work on his pants. Sure he had wanted to see René slowly strip tease for him, but at the same time, turning around to see the brunette laid upon his bed was enough to cause his slowly softening shaft to jerk back into life. It was like René knew exactly what to do to please and arouse someone, like he was being sucked into this moment faster and had no regrets of moving this fast into the â??relationshipâ??.

The blonde almost had a moment where he would have stopped to discuss their â??feelingsâ?? with one another or something. But that wasnâ??t at the foremost of his mind, and hopefully, René didnâ??t mind. Heâ??d reassure that they did it because they were boyfriends later, that he wasnâ??t using his boyfriend like some cheap whore. Not that they were bad people, right?

Either way, he was out of his pants and boxers faster than he knew he could move, despite having to lose Renéâ??s hand in the process. His eyes were roaming up and down the nude form, displayed on his bed like some Greek painting that used to be seen as beauty all those centuries before. â??Wow, I wonder what I did to get youâ?¦â? he muttered, inching closer to the brunette while shyly jutting out his hips. He wasnâ??t the one who had the condoms, after all, and he really hoped that René would place it on him. As if to silently asked the other male to do, he reached out with both hands and raked his fingers through the soft hair, glazing down at the male on the bed with a pleasant shiver of arousal.
 
René grinned and then pulled out his hairband with his free hand and dropped it to the floor, letting his hair fall around his face. Nathan seemed to like it. René usually kept his hair back in a ponytail, but it was sometimes a fun thing for lovers to hold on to.

He got on his knees on the bed, and pulled Nathan a little closer by tugging at his hip. Then, expertly, he opened one of the condoms with his teeth, and slid it over Nathan's cock with practised ease. But before anyone could really have time to think about that, he kissed the tip of the cock, with a false sort of chasteness, and then lightly ran his tongue along the top. He kissed Nathan's stomach lightly.

'Do you want me to suck you first?' he asked casually. 'And then fuck me later?' His hand was on Nathan's buttocks, and he was looking at Nathan with a wicked smile. He wanted to be fucked. 'You have a very nice cock,' he added, stroking it for emphasis.

Whatever Nathan asked would be his. It was like that in this moment. Feelings? Feelings were something that came later. They could discuss that afterwards, perhaps. He hoped that Nathan would ask him out again after today, but he really wasn't sure. He didn't know Nathan well enough, hah! It would be a shame, but he would at least get an excellent one night stand out of it.
 
Nathan definitely didnâ??t make some strange sound at being touched. Certainly not, as he was dignified and wasnâ??t that sensitive. At least, thatâ??s what he told himself. The truth that he rarely admitted to himself was that he didnâ??t even have time to just sit back and masturbate to something good. Not with the busy schedules. But in this moment, he was going to get to spend his free day with his boyfriend. Not only that, but they get to enjoy each otherâ??s body and pleasure one another. He wondered if René was able to pleasure himself often, and if so, would the blonde meet up to expectations.

â??Yeahâ?¦ no, I mean. Suck me for a bit. I want to come inside of you.â? he muttered, knowing that to a girl, that might have sounded rude. With his voice slightly scratched up and husked already, heâ??d probably sound like some pervert rather than an excited bedmate.

Nathan ran his fingers through the soft hair, feeling its length along Renéâ??s cheekbones and towards the end. It was rather long for a male cut, but he didnâ??t complain. Instead, he jutted out his hips and curled his fingers around the base of the brunetteâ??s skull. â??If you want to stop at any time though, just tell me. Iâ?¦â? he took a breath, trying to focus as he couldnâ??t help but thrust into the warm hand. â??Er, I donâ??t mind.â? he finished.

â??Weâ??d just met yesterday and allâ?¦ and this is our first date.â? it went with the third date sex rule, but unless René told him to stop, he was highly likely going to attempt to fuck his new boyfriend into his old mattress. Even as he â??gave that optionâ?? though, the blonde was gently pushing his hips forward and pushing Renéâ??s head downwards and closer to his crotch. The erection was impatient, flushed pink and standing up straight and hard for attention, while the minds slowly dwindled down to focusing on just the actions in bed rather than the aftereffects.
 
It would be rude to almost anyone in general settings, but René did not give a shit at this moment in time. Plus, he was used to far more offensive partners. Anyone who didn’t spend most of the time calling him whore immediately got some plus points. Not that he really minded it, but being called by your profession was just fucking annoying, for multiple reasons. It wasn’t as if he told clients his real name anyway, but they could at least come up with something better, no?

‘So impatient,’ he noted with a laugh, wondering what was the last time Nathan got his rocks off. What did it matter that it was the first date? (Possibly second. If you counted the first day on the restaurant. That was random, but undeniably being bought lunch was at least slightly romantic…)

It was perfectly alright to be perverted, in René’s books. It made things more fun. He kept his hand wrapped around Nathan’s erection ever so lightly as he first licked the head, then, just to be annoying, moved his attention to kiss the inside of Nathan’s thighs, because, seriously, no one had the right to decide where his face went when he was not working. As he returned his attention to Nathan’s cock and took its head into his mouth, with his free hand he reached out to touch himself, because, really, he did actually like giving blowjobs on his own terms, and all of Nathan’s reactions were so wonderful.
 
Nathan was in no way a virgin, at least, not in the vanilla sense. Heâ??d done the basics, rolled around a few times with the occasional female, but thisâ?¦ this was something else. To see the mop of brunette hair between his legs, and feel the gentle kisses and licks around his shaft, was enough to make his heart work double time. His thighs werenâ??t even sensitive, but the kiss up on there made it quiver just a bit.

â??Has it been that long?â?? he mentally asked himself, eyes glued to Renéâ??s form, or more specifically, his mouth. Blue eyes flicked further downwards on his boyfriendâ??s form, seeing that the other male was actually touching himself to this. That only caused his own cock to jerk in Renéâ??s grasp, aroused beyond all reason at such a simple sight. â??Youâ??reâ??youâ??re really good.â? Nathan scold himself for the hitch in his breath, but having oneâ??s shaft in someoneâ??s mouth had to be breathtaking for anyone.

His fingers brushed and gripped randomly in soft hair, head bowed as he panted in pleasure of being given a blow job. â??Yeahâ?¦really good.â? he continued to mutter, trying to shut himself up before he narrated their encounter. Unconsciously, his hips began to rock minutely against Renéâ??s face, trying to get more pleasure from the otherâ??s mouth. Warm and wet, despite the condom separating the saliva from his actual flesh. Bit by bit, if René didnâ??t stop him, he was well on his way towards face-fucking the brunette. His own hands were applying pressure without his mindâ??s consent, as lust and passion attempted to override any thoughts and any other actions.
 
Ah, so Nathan wasn't quite so cuddly as he looked. He didn't really like being controlled. Sure, he could take it from a client, but he could not be bothered to do that if he'd chosen to sleep with someone. He didn't have to be indifferent to the way things were going here, and it was predictable enough. He stiffened a little under Nathan's hands, but rather than entirely stop, he replaced his mouth with his hand.

'Hm, that's not very nice, you know... Less fun for me.' Well, it was better to inform one's lover the first time things happened... And that was implying that he wanted there to be at least several repeats? Oh dear. Next time I'm having your hands where I can see them, he thought. Then he would take it the slowest that he could... Wait, why was he thinking of other things he wanted to do to Nathan? So many ideas, so little time...?

He looked up at Nathan with a smile, not even pausing in the movements of his hand. Nathan looked so lovely when he wasn't fully in control of his body. What a feeling of power it was to put someone in that state, simply by taking off his clothes and licking a few places. It was so... glorious? He felt thoroughly evil thinking those thoughts. 'Hmm, what should I do...?'
 
The blonde was truly half aware of what he was doing, as he rutted against the other maleâ??s face. Nathan was so lost in the pleasure, that when the warmth and contact was pulled away, he gave a soft cry out loud. It caused his cheeks to flush at the sound, noting that it sounded a little too desperate. Turning his gaze downwards, his fingers stilled and his hips continued to rock into the firm hand holding him.

He was about to ask what was wrong, before René spoke-up. â??Uhâ?¦ sorry. Itâ??s justâ?¦ been awhile.â? he muttered, trying to sound sincere as he arched into the hand. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, trying to take the edge off somehow so desperation didnâ??t shine through his eyes.

After a moment, he was able to gain control of the raging feelings. Panting with effort, Nathan smiled down at René and attempted to still his hips. â??Ready for act two?â? he asked teasingly, releasing his nearly iron-like grip of the other maleâ??s head. Stepping back and trying not to be disappointed with the contact being severed, he reached for the lubricant. â??All you need to do is lay back and relaxâ?¦ Iâ??ll handle the rest.â? the blonde informed, hoping that it didnâ??t sound as lewd to René as it had to him.

Wrapping an arm around the brunetteâ??s shoulders, he gently pulled them into a passionate kiss, tongue slithering against the soft lips, as he tried to ease them back onto the bed subtly. His other hand left the lubricant next to them, so that he could use it to grope and pinch at a nipple. René had pleasured him, so it was only fair of him to do the same back.
 
‘I can tell,’ René informed him, but it wasn’t really a criticism – he was more amused than anything. Nathan was, at least, enthusiastic. It was an admirable quality in a lover. And Nathan did let himself be told what to do… Which was perhaps far rarer than it should be, and hence was always appreciated. He couldn’t stop himself grinning as he looked at Nathan’s face. He kissed Nathan’s stomach lightly when Nathan released the hold on his hair.

‘Oh, really?’ Lay back and relax? That was an interesting concept. Did he even trust Nathan to not to hurt him? Good question. He had sex without trust daily, so fully relaxing was… Difficult, to say the least, especially with someone he was with for the first time. Trust was something earned in the long term, but in the short term he could fake it.

All this kissing… So different from the usual. Whores generally didn’t kiss, and it wasn’t usually the way that René showed affection. He could enjoy it, of course, and he kissed back just as enthusiastically, because different was good. And he surrendered control and let Nathan move him back onto the bed, gasping at the touch. Maybe it was having too much faith in people, but he did think that if Nathan was going to hurt him, it wasn’t going to be deliberate. That, he could deal with.

‘Hurry up,’ he said with a hitch in his breath. He was often controlled in sexual situations – for obvious reasons – but it didn’t mean he didn’t want it so bad that he was likely switch their position if he didn’t get what he wanted soon. And generally he was against taking someone's 'virginity'.
 
If it were possible and he had less sane of a mind at the moment, Nathan might have taken the advice to hurry up and just get to the main act. In his mind, he pictured shoving the other male face first into the mattress and using only the necessary lubricant to fuck the brunette. But luckilyâ??or unluckily, depending on how one looked at itâ??he still had some sort of brain function left, and didnâ??t carry out the first thing his mind thought of like some crazed pervert.

Instead, he leaned back from the kiss and nuzzled their noses together, body shifting so that he lay fully on top of the other male. â??Not going to let me explore?â? he asked teasingly, lips brushing against lips. His fingers trailed further downwards, tracing the abdomen and circling the bellybutton, before tickling the hipbone. By now, the blonde allowed his lips to travel wherever allowed, kissing the jawline, down towards the neck, and nibbled on the shoulder.

The slide of their flesh against one another was arousing, causing his shaft to twitch against the warm thigh. He made a mental note to budget himself for new sheets, or at least to wash them, as he hoped to do this once in awhile with Renéâ??if things went well. If they didnâ??t, then heâ??d probably have to budget for hospital bills on missing nuts.

Making small humming sounds as if he enjoyed the taste of sweat upon his tongue, mingled with a hint of saltiness, Nathan slowly allowed his fingers to trace along the side of Renéâ??s cock. It was warm as he had expected, thick and just a good healthy size for him to grip in his palm. The blonde tried to mimic what he usually liked, having little skills in the bed with another prick. His thumb nuzzled over the slit a few times, before the fingers relaxed and constricted, tugging and pulling along the rod.
 
René wasn't the type to bite his lips to keep himself quiet. Instead, Nathan's touches elicited quiet gasps and equally sharp exhalations. It was a bit sad, but he was used to making almost no sound at all. When he first had sex for fun as opposed to money, it had been in a shared room with his lover's hand over his mouth, so they wouldn't wake anyone up. Those were still the images that wandered into his head when he masturbated.

'You can explore – later,' René said, a little jaggedly. Every touch made him shift a little: as if he could barely stand to be touched in that way. He liked it better when people just placed their hands on him – he couldn't deal quite so well with those gentle touches. His fingers were tangled in the sheets, almost as if he was holding on for dear life.

'Fuck me,' he commanded, arching his hips into Nathan's hands. He bent his knees, his toes curling into the sheets. Funny how intense pleasure prompted the same physical reactions as pain. He was offering himself, spreading his legs to give Nathan better access. The breaths he was taking were short and shallow, and he really was starting to feel impatient. 'Get on with it.'
 
René, he realized, was a commanding bitch. And Nathan thought of this in the most affectionate way possible. It was arousing to hear the other male just demand to be fucked, to skip the formalities of foreplay and building up sexual tension. Perhaps the tension had already been there, and he had just missed it? No matter, heâ??d just have to get used to the wants and rhythms of his boyfriend, if they were to do things like this again in the future. â??Ifâ?? being the key word, as he didnâ??t know if the brunette was going to enjoy this or not.

Grabbing for the lubricant, he squirted a glob onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm the substance. â??Patience is a virtue, or whatever crap they say, you know?â? he asked, teasingly though, as he leaned down to nip at the throbbing shaft between the other maleâ??s legs. It was different to be mouthing a shaft compared to the â??vâ? of a womanâ??s crotch, but the flavor was just as unique.

As he â??distractedâ?? René with his mouth, his fingers rubbed against the clef, before slipping between and pressing up against the small entrance. Heat radiated from the other maleâ??s core body, enticing him to just shove his fingers deep into the body. Instead though, he continued to tease around the wrinkled flesh, massaging the lubricant along the sphincter, before dipping in his middle finger slowly. The muscles felt exquisite around his digit.
 
Well, no one should ever let René rule the world. He really would be a despot, but beds he was happy to control if people let him. If he had his way, he wouldn't mind at all if they worked their way through the Kama Sutra. He was happy so far, and if their first time together wasn't quite earth shatteringly awesome, surely they could practice?

'Lies,' he told Nathan. 'Whoever... said that... is an idiot.' Life was short, and it was best to steal what pleasure one could. Or something. 'Next time we can do it different,' he gasped out. Ooh, was that too much commitment? Well, he was infatuated, and being infatuated led to people saying completely idiotic things. Especially when someone was touching his cock – he'd invent anything to keep Nathan doing whatever he was doing. He untangled his fingers from the sheet and reached down to massage Nathan's shoulders encouragingly.

He hissed when Nathan put in his finger, and shifted down to get the finger in faster and deeper. 'Come on...' He was being a whiny slut. How embarrassing. He moved one of his hands to caress the back of Nathan's neck, as if to seem to be less demanding, as if he was doing something more here than just waiting.
 
He couldnâ??t help it. The small bubbling laughter just escaped him, even as he was pressing his tongue flat against the other maleâ??s cock and running the agile limb from base to tip. The wet trail made a lewd sound, nearly â??gushyâ?? and sandpaper like, as flesh rubbed against tongue. Renéâ??s impatience made him burn to just do as asked, but to hear the other male whine and demand, despite not being able to force him to fuck him faster, was exhilarating. It wasnâ??t just the power for Nathan, it was the ability to know he could please his partner, if only by doing a bit more.

Finally deciding to follow the other maleâ??s orders, he pumped in the second finger and began to scissor the entrance. Each rock of his wrist thrust his digits in and out, trying to get the entrance to loosen up for him. Nathan wasnâ??t extremely big, but he was average, and average was enough to harm the other male if he just thrust it in. It didnâ??t even occur to him to question why the anal passage was rather loose after such little stretching. Not that heâ??d know what was â??too looseâ? and what wasnâ??t in this context, but René seemed to have no qualms about being fucked up the ass.

â??Mmâ?¦ should get you to give me massages. Youâ??d earn a good living off of those hands.â? he commented, lips and five oâ??clock shadow of a beard nuzzling the erection before him. After the third finger, he decided to get on with the show. Gods, this was too fast, too much, and yet, just right, as he positioned his shaft where it wanted to be. Hoisting Renéâ??s legs around his waist and nesting himself against the brunette, he began to push into the tight body before him. Crisp, blonde pubic hair brushed against Renéâ??s bottom, not yet touching, as he had little hair and heâ??d have to be buried balls deep into the other male for René to feel them. â??Tell me if you need me to slow downâ?¦â? he murmured, knowing that this stage had to be the hard oneâ??taking a cock up the ass couldnâ??t have been easy.
 
René was just used to being� Accommodating. He had learned how to avoid painful sex, how to keep himself relaxed through sheer force of will. Not all clients bothered to prepare him properly, and most of the rest rarely gave him enough time. It was a matter of... practice? Not that it was impossible to hurt him, of course, he had limped home enough times to know. So, it he did appreciate that Nathan took the time, even if he was feeling impatient. Was this sort of impatience only due to wanting to erase the experience from two nights ago? That would be idiotic, but probably true.

He was so tempted to tell Nathan if only you knew but the roughness of Nathanâ??s skin against the sensitive skin of his erection wiped the words away. Luckily. It wouldnâ??t have been a good start to the relationship. He was shifting to meet every movement of Nathanâ??s hand. When the fingers were removed, he almost sighed with relief. Ah, goddammit.

When the cock first entered him, he lay back, closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the moment. How strange it was, what a difference knowing that he chose this man, he asked this man, made to what he felt. The tiny twinge of pain, leftover from a rough night, didnâ??t really bother him. â??Noâ?¦â?? he replied, as if it took a horrific amount of to get any words at all out. He wrapped his legs around Nathanâ??s waist, arching his back in pleasure, and looking surprisingly peaceful.
 
At first, Nathan was about to stop. The word â??noâ?? fell from Renéâ??s lips with difficulty, and he had assumed that he was hurting the other male. However, the brunette showed no signs of stopping, and only wrapped his legs around the blonde and began to pull him in deeper. Pleasure from having his shaft surrounded ply a tight warmth only throw his mind into less worry, lowering his ability to actually stop or slow down. Despite the condom, he could still feel the tightness, the warmth, and the slight slickness of the lubrication smeared along the inner walls.

â??Mmâ?¦â? he hummed softly, about to say something, but found that words didnâ??t quite reach his throat. They lingered in the pit of his stomach, melding into the heat that built there from arousal. Nerves were set on fire, sparking from the sensation of being buried in such a place. The tingling sensation started from the tip of his shaft, rippled along his abdomen as he buried himself as far as he could inside of René, and spared towards the base of his spineâ??from there, it traveled across all nerves in his body.

Both hands slipped away from Renéâ??s hips then, traveling downwards towards the abdomen and groping at one of the breasts. He pinched at the nipple, while his other hand created a circle around the brunetteâ??s cock, stroking it from base to tip. It took only a moment of waiting, before he couldnâ??t help himself and began to pull out slightly. His fingers tugged at the sensitive skin around the otherâ??s cock, before teasing the slit as he pushed himself back in. The motions continued like this for a few times, just testing the waters, and trying to find the prostate. â??Good?â? he asked, not entirely sure that he was not just the only one feeling pleasure.
 
Sex was better when the participants weren't thinking about it too much. â??Good,â? René confirmed, gasping. His eyes were still closed, and Nathan got a sharp hiss when he found the gland. No moans out of René, of course, but Nathan could not possibly think that he was not enjoying this. His unbalanced breath and the little shifts of his body could tell everything. His fingers were knotted in the sheets again, almost as if thinking that to touch Nathan was to break the illusion. Someone else's hands around him, someone else's touch, someone who cared about what he was feeling.

â??Keep going.â? He wanted it hard and fast, and considering Nathan, he was probably going to get it. If this wasn't going to be a one time thing, he was going to need to tell Nathan it wasn't always going to be like this. He grabbed Nathan's hand, the one that was on his nipple and held it tight around the wrist. â??Want you,â? he said, incapable of making it a grammatically correct sentence. Wanted him more than just once, too, but he wouldn't realise that one until some time later.

He had to look at Nathan now: why was it, out of all the casual sex, that here was someone who made the fire in his veins a little hotter? Sure, he'd been infatuated before, but at the same time it had never felt so wrong. Was he right at all to get involved with someone like Nathan? Too late now, that he had a cock up his arse, that he was doing his best not to for once say 'fuck me' and mean it.
 
The shiver that rippled through him from the erotic hiss seemed to roll his eyes back into his head as well. Nathan wasnâ??t an expert on this type of sex, but he would say that the other male was enjoying this as much as he was. Perhaps one day heâ??d ask to experience what René was experience, or maybe heâ??d just let his boyfriend take the lead without mentioning it. â??Loverâ??, he corrected himself, excited to think in those terms. One couldnâ??t not think like that though; with his cock shoved so far up another manâ??s ass, it should probably be illegal.

Words held little meaning at the moment, as body language was more important to the situation at hand. His fingers teased the slit a few more times, thumbing the precum that smeared the edges, rubbing it around the fat head, before pumping the cock once or twiceâ??then starting the process all over again. The teasing went on for quite some time, just allowing his shaft to get used to being in such tight heat and for his libido to calm down. That was not to be so though, because after a minute or two, he began to shift his hips.

The blonde wanted to tell René that he could say stop at any time, and Nathan would try his hardest to stop. He wanted to, but found that he couldnâ??t, as the first pull and push zapped his nerves like electrical wires, leaving each end tingling with pleasure. René might not have been a moaner, but the blonde was, and the soft moan that filled the room sounded like the man was in bliss.

Pulling his hips back and ramming it into the other male hard, he slowly began to build a pace that was exponentially growing. The force began to ram harder as well, fingers finding their way towards Renéâ??s hips once more to start pulling the otherâ??s hips against his. Nathan told himself to be gentle, to not just rut against the brunette like some deprived loser, but the sensation of roughly fucking his lover like some cheap whore was exhilarating.
 
René just gave up, and let himself be reduced to a puddle of moans and gasps. They were quiet, of course, barely there. Control was all fine and good, but sometimes it just wasn't necessary. Sometimes, common sense just failed, and he let himself follow some gut feeling: so for some damn stupid reason he trusted this man. He realised abruptly that he could just relax and enjoy this time. Something told him that he didn't have to worry about Nathan, that he could put the past experiences behind him. Maybe someday he would even tell. He was far better at a quick fuck than a relationship. It was a wonder how he managed to stay optimistic about them.

Too few people bothered to touch him, or even for that matter look at him, while they were fucking him. To most, he was a fill in for some fantasy. Nathan's touch was, in many ways, longed for. And Nathan was seeing him writhe on the bed. He relished the feel of Nathan's cock inside him, but also the tight hold of Nathan's hands on his hips.

â??Nathan,â? he said, just because he could, because it was wonderful to know his partner's name. (So many of his old lovers preferred just not to say, and René understood this. Few people knew him by his real name, and he only told Nathan because he wasn't expecting things to end this way, but it wasn't so bad after all.)

â??Good...â? Nope, still not doing sentences.
 
Flashes of white flickered on the back of his eyelids, forcing the blonde to blink hard every so often as to take the edge away and make sure he could see again. Sweat built up faster than he had realized both from excitement and from effort. His hips were snapping against Renéâ??s ass like a whip, harsh and fast, rough and unforgiving. But like a masterâ??s crack against the slaveâ??s bottom, it edged the point of being too rough and not rough enough.

Nathan didnâ??t respond to his name for the moment, too lost in his own pleasure to care if it was good or not for his lover. His body felt like it was ignited on fire, flaming with passion and irritated with the strong itch of arousal. Rough fingers curled against the hipbone with strength that unconsciously attempted to bruise, while his other hand moved to grasp for the unattended to shaft. Renéâ??s cock was nested in coarse, brunette pubic hairs, looking both obscene and sexy. He rarely thought that about another maleâ??s cockâ??when had he ever really?â??but despite the fact that it should have been a bit vulgar, he couldnâ??t help desire it.

â??Renéâ?¦ gonnaâ??gonna fuck you so hardâ?¦â? he groaned out, eyes trying to clear to watch his fat prick plow into the pinked and tight hole. His hand worked furiously with the hard cock, pumping it sporadically and out of sync with his own thrusts. It wasnâ??t hard to throw him out of his natural element and his rhythm though, as he was nearing the edge this early in the game.

God, he must have seemed like some eager virgin, knees spreading wide to force Renéâ??s open, and staring at the point of their connection like he had never seen anything this amazing. Then again, perhaps he hadnâ??t. â??Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckâ?¦â? he couldnâ??t help his obscene words, cursing as he felt the heat pool in the pit of his belly. When was the last time he just let go? He couldnâ??t remember, and as the world melted into an iron fist that shoved it hard in his gut, he growled like some bitch and felt his orgasm ripped right out of him.

Thick gushes of semen filled the condom he was wearing, trying to stretch it out and escape to fill René. His own hips were still snapping back and forth, grinding down on the prostate to seek out his own pleasure from the contact rather than provide René something to get off on. His hand was acting on its own accord as well, jerking with sloppy movements, yet unconsciously knowing not to stop until he felt the final throbs of orgasm from it.
 
Hah. Unsurprisingly short, but surprisinglyâ?¦ Hollow. Nathan had no doubt added another set of bruises on his hips â?? but he had so many it really didnâ??t matter either way. They would probably flower overnight. A little shard of cynicism at the words Nathan got out â?? heard so often, always so meaningless.

He doubted that Nathan would care that his orgasm was later and a less overwhelming, less sharp. It was an almost lazy thrust into Nathanâ??s hand â?? so much for the sheets, he had forgotten to put the condom on, but never mind â?? and a purely instinctive contraction of his muscles. So suddenly sordid, the whole thing. He got fucked like a whore because he was a whore, because he did not know how to ask for anything else.

Eyes closed, he felt exactly the same thing as he always did. Why did he expect anything different? A little chill of disappointment: not at Nathan, but at himself. Breath slowed, and the beating of his heart became nowhere near as loud. He grabbed Nathanâ??s arm and pulled him close. â??Sorryâ?¦â? A lazy smile, not as real as he would have liked.
 
Wellâ?¦ shit.

Because really, what else was he supposed to think? Nathan felt embarrassment flood him, rushing through his veins and reddening his cheeks more than the arousal and exertion had. It had barely been a few minutes, if that, and he had creamed himself like some high school virgin. That was definitely not part of the plan for the nightâ??then again, none of this was.

The blonde pressed his lips against Renéâ??s neck and sighed, nearly tasting the sweat there through breathing it in. His hand was pressed between them, body slumped against his loverâ??s and meshed with semen. His orgasm had been sharp, but Renéâ??s stabbed his pride harder than he was willing to admit. â??Sorryâ?¦â? he mumbled softly, apologizing for the less than spectacular performance.

It didnâ??t matter that he was probably smearing the brunetteâ??s semen over them and the sheets, as he slid his hands around Renéâ??s shoulders in an attempt for an embrace. â??Itâ??s been awhileâ?¦ and er, Iâ??ll definitely be better next time?â? he attempted, wondering if one bad performance was enough to get kicked out of his own bed. It wasnâ??t guilt that flooded him, despite the coddling and lack of eye-contact that he was providing.

Rather, it was annoyance with himself that he went in and out like some virgin, came has fast as he could, and worse yet, what René got outâ??or lack there ofâ??of the deal. Fucked fast and hard and unattended to as he should have been. Left without knowing what else to say, he just continued to press his hot face half against Renéâ??s flesh and half against the mattress. Now would be a good time for some freak accident to kill him off.
 
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