the upstairs room

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right there, on his knees at the edge of the couch, robert felt his nerves dissipate from a writhing ball in his stomach into a rushing buzz of full body arousal. the second he took that strangers cock into his mouth, it all felt so absolutely natural. now this man wasn't remarkably big, but he was rock hard, horny and easy to deepthroat. he cradled robert's face in his hands and closed his eyes in pleasure. pressing his thumbs into the pudge of robert's cheeks as he worked his face back and forth. constantly fucking into his mouth while robert obediently sucked and swirled his tongue as he did his best to refrain from gagging.

the stranger removed one hand from his face unexpectedly, prompting robert to instinctively open his eyes. only to see that he had stretched his back out and steadied himself against the couch with his spare arm; neck arched back in rapture, knuckles turning white as his fingers clenched at the upholstery.

'fuck- yeah... just like that' his resonant groans of praise were sweet music to robert's ears.

his grip lifted from robert's cheek, grazing bony fingers over his ear, then fisting in his hair— prompting a choked whine of arousal from robert's throat. he dipped back down over the head and opened his throat once again. suddenly sensing another presence beside them, he wrenched open his eyes while he worked to see what was going on. another man had appeared, taller than the first stranger, and now had his tongue down the throat of the stranger robert was sucking off. oddly enough though, he didn't even feel slightly jealous. not in the least. he simply pulled his head back and suctioned his lips firmly around the member in his mouth. letting out a low, satisfied hum. he was just a single cog in this dynamic machine of lust, no feelings, no preconceptions, nothing to get in the way of this pure hedonism. it was pleasure in its most primal form, and so robert continued his job, simply sucking and licking and humming his way through as he worked the strange man to orgasm.

. . . steven stood away from him now, washing his face in the sink while robert watched from the bath. the water was slowly cooling, but he didn't really pay it much mind. he was content where he was, simply enjoying this slice of domestic respite he had happened upon.

'i think i've still got some of your clothes in one of my drawers' steven noted as he dragged a wet cloth down his neck, 'probably from last christmas, or some other time you were staying up here'

'oh good...' he responded absent-mindedly.

steven rifled through the countertop clutter until he found his toothbrush, then turned back to robert, holding it.

'feel free to just borrow mine, i wouldn't trust any of the spare ones' steven winked, then flicked the tap on. . .

at some later point in the evening— he wasn't sure how long it had been, or quite how he got there— he found himself on the couch. furiously grinding into the lap of another kind stranger who had taken a liking to him. their breaths lingered against each other in the clammy air, fronds of silky hair tickled his face and the bitter taste of semen still lingered in the back of his throat. when he dove down to kiss this new admirer, he could taste the salt of someone else's sweat on his lips. a hand snaked its way down his lower back to clutch his touch starved backside. where on earth had his trousers gone? he hummed against the damp pair of plump lips that were firmly suctioned against his own and darted his tongue into dangerously thrilling mouth. writhing against the rock hard cock below him. suddenly, the man pulled his head back to escape from the smothering kiss.

'would'ye let me fuck you' he panted. this man had a distinctly northern drawl, robert would venture to guess somewhere around manchester but he couldn't be fully certain. still, he needed something to distinguish this man from the other.