Fallen From Graceland

Chapter 7

Empty bottles cluttered the bedside table. The sun could barely be seen through the curtains which were pulled as tight as possible. Quiet groans and delicious moans echoed off the walls. The room was lit only by the dim glow of the television, illuminating the pair in bed.

Their bodies writhed under white-as-snow bedsheets. Dave's fingers traced along the smooth skin of Richie's back, gently kneading the muscles as the other man moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, right there, baby."

Richie rolled his hips, pressing Dave into the mattress as he kissed him deeply. Their tongues tangled together, tasting each other as their arousal built. Richie reached down between them, grasping Dave's cock and stroking it gently.

David groaned with each thrust of Richie's hips, his fingers grasping for purchase on the bedsheets and bucking into Richie's touch. The man above him was relentless, his movements fast and hard, driving Dave to the edge over and over again.

"God, you feel so good," Richie panted, his lips grazing his lover's neck. He scraped his teeth gently along the flesh.

David arched his back, pushing himself deeper into that sweet, wet heaven as his fingers reached behind and threaded his fingers into Richie's hair.

"Oh god harder, baby," Dave pleaded, his voice thick with desire. He could feel his orgasm building, coiling tightly in his balls as he thrust down against that magical cock. David's mouth hung open, eyes rolling into his head as Richie's blunt cockhead bumped and massaged his prostate. "Fuuuck...."

"That's it, gorgeous," Richie moaned, watching his cock slide in and out of David's asshole. His golden blonde curls bounced excitedly and their bodies made a satisfied slapping noise. He smacked David's ass cheek, eliciting another groan from his lover.

Richie's thrusts became more erratic, his body trembling as he reached his climax. He let out a low moan as he filled David's ass with his seed, and they both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. After a few moments, Richie softened enough to pull out of David's ass and the blonde rolled over to face him. David smiled and pulled him into a deep kiss, their bodies pressed together as they tasted each other's lips.

As they broke the kiss, Richie wrapped his arms around David's waist and pulled him closer. He rested his head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

David looked down at him, his eyes shining with adoration. "I love you too. You sure Jon won't miss you if you come with me today?"

"He'll be just fine, babe," Richie replied, kissing David sweetly and trailing a hand into those curls. "You're my priority. What time's the meeting again?"

"9:30...which means you need to roll off me so I can shower," David said playfully, returning Richie's kiss and sliding from the warm embrace. "I don't want to be late for the royal fuckening."

Richie propped himself on his arm, the bedsheet loose around him and showing off his softened cock still glistening with lube. "That the new term for divorce these days?"

"What would you call it?" David asked from the bathroom doorway.

Richie sighed and rolled over to David's warm side, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging. "An expensive habit you broke."

David laughed and shook his head, turning to duck into the shower. "You're a romantic, darlin'."

"Only for you, babe," Richie replied quietly, more to himself.