he looks at the clock again. simon should be here by now. it had been a week. too long. they had both been so busy spending time with their families; simon with his son, robert with his nieces and nephews. it was so hard to find time together aside from the band. but this weekend the stars had aligned this weekend. a full day with the house (and simon) all to himself. robert throbbed in his pants at the prospect. he breathed deeply. hes only a bit late, hed ring if he really couldnt make it. the thought of simon cancelling on him made his heart ache.
his ears rang with the silence in the house. it was hot. too hot. though these could just be roberts rushing blood. he couldnt think of anything but simon. had it really been a week since their last time? it felt like it barely counted, quickly sucking simon in a pub bathroom stall in a fit of desperation after a recording session. so good, but he wanted more. he needed more. he needed simon between his legs, lavishing him with kisses, taking robert completely. robert wasnt sure he would be able to control himself. he was sure he would end up tackling simon on the porch or dragging him to the couch. desperate for their unique intimacy he had craved for so long. how was he half hard already? robert let his hand slide between his legs, careful only to tease himself.
this wasnt enough. simon wasnt here. robert needed him. fast. he pulled off his pants and walked upstairs to find what he needed in the moment. lube, wonderful. robert wanted simon to fuck him fast. as soon as possible. he poured a small drop of lube onto his fingertips. using the other hand to pull down his boxers he teased his hole with the cold liquid. just enough lube so that it wouldnt be too painful, but not so much that it would make the fucking feel less raw. once his entrance was sufficiently wet, he pushed a finger in. robert steadied himself by pressing a hand against the chest of drawers. bending over for better access. a second finger. he hissed under his breath. one more. god that stretch. thats good. too good. he was dripping precum. he prayed mary wouldnt have any questions about the stain on the carpet. he was now wet. loose and needy. ready to take simons cock the second he walked in the door.
perfectly timed, there was a knock at the door. robert thundered downstairs in his boxers and shirt. his hands shook as they tried to unlock the door. not even realising it could be anyone out there. the door swung open and roberts eyes met simons. watching simons gaze grow dark and lusty at his flushed state. seconds had barely passed before robert grabbed him and kissed him hard against the wall. 'i need you' was the first thing he said to him. simon shut the front door and let robert pull him upstairs. needy little thing. this sure was a treat after a long, busy week.
it was like robert was in heat. all thoughts in his mind turned towards simons cock. he had waited long enough. once safely in the bedroom robert tackled simon to the bed, between kisses simon tried to speak 'well isnt this something' he almost laughed. simon loved it when robert got like this. 'mmh- your cock- i...' was all robert could muster in return. he ground his hips against simons in little circles. simon grabbed roberts ass. digging his fingers into the soft, pillowy flesh. this drew a truly irresistible groan from the back of roberts throat.
robert ripped off simons shirt. before trying to pull down his jeans he burrowed his face in simons neck and nibbled at the skin. 'too many clothes' simon threaded his fingers into roberts short, scraggly hair. pulling at the roots. something they had only recently discovered roberts appreciation for. his trousers were eased off and soon the only thing left to remove was his boxers. robert ground against his bassists thigh as he slipped his hands beneath the elastic. 'mmh i couldnt stop thinking about you' he pushed his hands slowly down. 'thinking about what id do to you' simons blood filled member flew out. tip slapping against his stomach. comedically erotic.
'yeah?' simon groaned in response. robert freed himself from his own underwear. 'i prepped si, dont worry' was the only warning he gave simon before suddenly sinking down on his cock. simon let out a throaty gasp beneath him. his head was still reeling from the way robert pulled him in the door wearing practically nothing, looking completely undone and oh so fuckable. the thought of robert fingering himself while simon was on his way stained his mind. he sat motionless with his red mouth open for a moment. adjusting to the feeling of having a dick inside him for the first time in weeks. enjoying how full he felt. how the stretch sent hot threads of pain through his thighs. he began to move.
simon placed his hands on roberts hips. robert raised himself, almost letting simon slip out, then slammed down onto him. 'perfect' simon urged. he kept bouncing on simons length just perfectly. he wriggled his hips around. trying to find that exact spot that would bring him to absolute ecstasy. once robert found it he whined; music to simons ears. submissive, whorish, feminine. his riding became frantic. he couldnt go so long without this. simon always reminded him how good it felt. he was the only one who could bring robert such deep, intense stimulation. simons massive cock hitting his prostate dead on with every movement of roberts. he struggled to stay upright. whining uncontrollably.
robert slumped forward and rested his hands right above simons shoulders. refusing to let his rhythm falter. simon was lost in his own arousal too. only able to groan and buck his hips upwards into robert. drawing little whorish whimpers from the man above him. when he was able to speak he only said 'good boy'. prompting robert to sink all the way down and wiggle his hips. simon grabbed onto the pillowy thighs that pinned him to the bed. his favourite. if robert could, he would spend the whole day with simon inside him, he thought. eight inches brushing his prostate with each step he took. filled up, just as a man like him he should be. he was nearing orgasm and this thought almost sent him over.
what finally sent robert out of control was simon reaching his hand up to grab his chest and toy with roberts nipples. bastard. he knew just how sensitive they were. the added stimulation of his gentle pinching paired with his prostate getting hammered sent rob over the edge. he moaned especially loud with his release. simon forced his hips down a few more times. drawing out roberts orgasm and bringing simon to his own. where robert would gently rock his hips, mewling in overstimulation. drawing each drop of cum out of simon, into himself. he knows simon so well. collapsing in a heap on simons chest. burrowing his face into simons thrush of chest hair.
they stayed in that very position until both of them had caught their breaths. simon helped robert off of him. pulling out and helping him him lie down. within seconds he had curled into simon once again. whispering something about feeling 'so empty'. his brains were thoroughly fucked out. falling into his usual post orgasmic haze of whispering, sleepy tenderness. so sweet. 'christ rob what got into you!' simon laughed. 'never let me go that long without you again' he whispered into simons neck. his hair tickled roberts face. robert loved how long it was. 'i couldnt stop thinking about you all day si... i get so worked up without you' he peppered soft kisses against simons skin. 'mmm i see, but if this is what happens to you, i might just have to leave you alone more often'
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silly bob answering the door in his knickers🥺🥺 it couldve been anyone there.......
