before your eyes

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robert laid on his side. eyes closed. mind distant. he felt all dirty; beautifully so. but steven was closing in on him from above. he leaned down and traced his nose along roberts neck. peppering kisses over the pale skin. occasionally nipping until he settled halfway down on roberts neck. leaving a dark incriminating hickey there.

stevens hands had planted themselves on his hips. pushing into the soft flesh. slowly attempting to roll robert onto his front. robert obliged. he had no desire to object. he loved giving up his own control. in most aspects of his life these days he found it so much easier to have someone else make his decisions for him. he had made such an awful mess of his life before. ruining his relationships with both mary and simon— potentially putting his own career in jeopardy.

and with stevens hot mouth mumbling filthy explatives beneath his ear. his greedy hands palming his flesh as though he was little more than an object. his erection grinding through his pants... against his thigh. it felt good to be desired. to be cherished. to be wanted. in roberts mind he felt worthy of a second round. a second load inside of him. a second orgasm. hopefully. he slipped into his clouded mind— corrupted by sex and substance— and arched his back.

'youre a perfect whore robert' stevens words were music to his ears. 'am i?' he pouted. stevens hand slipped down the cleft of his ass 'you were born for this' he purred in roberts ear. and robert could have sworn he felt him smile against his skin. steves thumb slid over roberts puckering hole. slick with semen and lube. he traced his finger inside. making robert curl his toes.

steven pulled out his thumb and lifted it up. inspecting the cum it was now covered in. he fisted a hand in roberts hair and pulled it back. 'open' he stated. voice dripping with subtle dominance. robert parted his swollen lips. obediently welcoming the slick digit. savouring the familiarly salty tang. moaning slightly in contentment. he knew steve got off on this. he loved how much robert enjoyed these acts. steven pressed the finger down onto roberts tongue and pushed onto the damp muscle.

    he sucked gently on steves thumb in response. languidly pulling it deeper into his  mouth. as steven pulled the digit back he darted his tongue over the pad of his lovers thumb. it exited his mouth and robert pursed his lips around it. he twisted his head back to look at the man behind him. delighting in the way steven glared down at him. robert could feel himself degrade beneath his lusty glare.

he laid on his front with his hands folded under his chin. steven was almost straddling him from behind. at this point he was pushing roberts shirt up further on his back. he ghosted a hand over his exposed ass. pale and round. growing deliciously plump in recent times. he left a sharp stinging smack on the soft flesh. rubbing small circles for a moment before smacking again. harder this time. robert kicked one of his legs up in response.

'fucking perfect' steven breathed heavily. 'you should show this off' he practically panted 'i should bend you over the side table out there'. robert hummed in response. he was exhausted and achey after all that riding earlier. 'you should let me do a line off your ass someday' steven grumbled. the familiar sound of a belt opening and trousers coming undone filled the the dense air of the bedroom. humid with the heat of sex. robert could now feel his hair stuck against the sweat his forehead. the shirt he still wore clung to his back.

    steve shuffled back on his knees until roberts thighs were clamped between them. he slid his erection through the remaining lube and semen on roberts ass and upper thighs. he ground his cock against the cleft of roberts ass. robert felt himself pulse against the mattress and reached across the bed. grappling for a pillow to rest his head on. he felt stevens tip against his strained entrance. the man was tapping the head of his cock against it. leaving his own precum on the pink wrinkles of skin.