Con Brio: Todd and Ian's story

50) Todd (NSFW)

Fuck, he's never, ever, ever going to last. What is it about Ian, that breaks down all of the self control he's cultivated so carefully throughout the years? Brett and Eddy aren't helping, being all over themselves, clearly on their way to a serious fuck. He could laugh as Brett hands Eddy his jacket to carry. 
Yeah, Eddy, you're not the only one walking with a boner, bro. 
"In a hurry?" he teases as Eddy pounds the button for the lift four times.
"Yes." Eddy bites, clearly too far gone to even come up with a joke as a response.
It doesn't matter. To be honest Todd's done pretending he's not affected. He pulls Ian against himself as the lift doors close behind them, pushing his erection into his side so he knows. He runs his hand over the front of Ian's dress trousers and he kisses him once, just quickly. He feels Ian grow more into his hand and he can't help himself, he simpers.
"Good night." he says. Ian says the same as the four of them rush out of the lift and hurry to their respective rooms.
"Yeah, you too." he just about hears Eddy's reply, but then he manages to get the door open and he's already inside. 

Self control. He must find it, but before he can Ian pushes him against the closed door and pounces on him.
Oh.
He kisses him back hard, their mouths crashing together, their tongues wild. He needs him, needs to taste him, needs to have him. When Ian's hand cups his erection he could scream. 
So. They're doing this here. Cool. 
"Ian." he groans as his hand find's Ian's bulge, squeezes gently. He laps up Ian's answering moan with his mouth. 
He really does cry out when Ian drops to his knees and opens his fly, closes his mouth around him before he can even find his feet. 
"Baby!" he calls as the waves build already, so fast, but he can't help it, not after today. Ian sucks and moves up and down so beautifully. So good. 
He groans again. Is he going to take it? He has no idea how he'll stay upright but he's gone, gone, screaming again as he comes and comes. 

How has he sunk down to the ground? He's not sure, but Ian is there, beside him, looking at him like the cat who got the cream, his dick tenting beautifully in his dress trousers. 
"Did you like that?" he teases gently.
"Very much." Ian whispers back in a voice that's hoarse with his excitement. 
Oh, he's going to make this good. 
"I liked it too." he says as he moves to sit on his knees, pushing Ian back against the door a little more, opening his legs a little so he can sit in between them. "This is so beautiful." he wooes as he runs his hand up Ian's leg to his tent, just brushing over it with his fingers. 
"No. Oh, Todd. Please."
Todd smiles. He never in a million years could have predicted just how kinky Ian is. How perfect he is for him in every way. 
"Yes, baby." he acquiesces and opens his trousers quickly. 
Oh, he loves the feel of him in his mouth, his size just right, his tip velvety soft. He sucks and moves in long strokes, once, twice, three times before Ian groans louder even than before and he's coming already, his sticky, salty warmth flowing out gorgeously as Ian's hands fist in his hair.

"Had you been waiting for that?" he asks tenderly. He licks his lips and sits next to him, his back against the door, taking his hand and braiding their fingers together. 
"Yes." Ian admits shyly.
Todd smiles. 
"Me too. You have no idea how much."
"We didn't even make it to the bed." Ian murmurs.
Todd smiles again. 
"No. But we will."

And that's a promise.