For Your Flesh Do My Curtains Part.

Set Your Emotions Free

Warning: Graphic sex. Also, as an author's side note; I've been fanboying over this couple for so long and decided to make Rick the bottom cause it seems more appropriate given their size and strength difference. As well as Staley being so much more masculine than Rick.

The kiss was heated, lasting for minutes that became light-years before both men pulled away, breathing heavily. They chuckled for a second, unable to contain their giddy giggles before their smiles softened and the looked into each other's eyes with such soft, tender gazes. "Wanna-Wanna do this Lee cause I don't th-think I can contain myself any longer," Rick admitted, his voice sultry and growling rather than it's usual out bursting soliloquy of explaining the relationship between protons and electrons. For the first time in a long time, Rick was feeling incredibly relaxed, his natural high enveloping him in its warm arms. Well...actually that was Stanley's warm arms but still.

"Rick I've never...with a guy...ya'knw," Stanley admitted anxiously, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting around the room, looking everywhere except into the other's.

"Hey, Lee, just do what feels good, kay," Rick suggested, and the older man nodded. Rick nodded back in affirmation and began to undress, exposing his pale, slender stomach and huis protruding vertebrae. Stanley, interested and intrigued by how such a torso would feel to the touch, ran his fingers along and up Rick's sides, tenderly brushing the soft flesh. "H-Hey that feels good.." Rick arched his back upwards like a cat, mewling at the touch. He wriggled down the bed, so his eyes were level with Stanley's naval, and he began to slowly unzip Stanley's pants.

The sexual tension probably turned Stanley on more than the promise of sex itself. The slow, methodical way Rick folded his clothes back, pulling down his boxers just low enough so that his dick sprang free. Rick's eyes widened for a moment, and soft chuckle escaped his lips, making Stanley blush. "What?" Stanley asked, annoyed.

"You s-sure you haven't done this bef-before Lee? YoUUURRRPPP-u'd be a natural with a cock that size," Rick chuckled, wrapping his mouth around Stanley's head and dragging his tongue up and along the underside, cat-licking it. Stanley smirked.

"Well I know you've done this before," he observed making Rick smirk, before any control of his motor functions was cut off as Rick swallowed with his dick in his mouth, tightening the deep chasm to afford Stanley the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate stimulation. Stanley groaned and involuntarily threaded his finger's through Rick's hair as he deep-throated him. Rick meanwhile reached down to remove his brown pants, the button popping off as he roughly and carelessly broke them apart, clacking on the floor and rolling under the bed somewhere. Rick prepared himself, spinning his fingers inside his own asshole until he felt Stanley start to throb, and he pulled away. Stanley's eyes went wide at the loss of contact, groaning at the pain of edging. He glared down at Rick. "What the hell?!" he demanded.

"Lee, fu-fuck me," Rick rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his knees up to his chest. Stanley positioned himself at Rick's entrance, their tongues beginning a fierce battle for dominance which Stanley won, Rick's eyes slowly drifting shut as the surrendered all of his control to the older man. Lee began to slide himself in, using Rick's spit as lubricant. The preparation made Stanley slide in rather easily, Rick stretching around his cock. Stanley had fucked many women, but none of them gave him this pleasure. This tightness and warmth. He had always been afraid of going too fast with them, afraid of hurting or breaking them, so sex was never the most enjoyable experience for him, where he could just let go of himself. But now he could do whatever he wanted. He gripped Rick's arms so hard he left bruises, fucked him so hard, slamming into him every time without a care in the world.

Underneath him Rick smirked. This is all he wanted. He wanted Stanley to stop pretending, stop being afraid. He wanted to release the demons onside the older man and now it was happening. What had once been anger compacted into a, iron cage hanging by a thread about to snap was now raw, passionate emotion. And Rick loved it. He massaged his own cock as he was fucked, timing himself perfectly so that when Stanley finally throbbed, bucking forward and releasing himself into Rick with a noise of pure bliss., Rick spilled his own seed all over the bed, falling forward and collapsing into a small fracture between sleep and alertness. He breathed rapidly and raggedly as he felt Stanley flop down beside him, wrap his strong arms around the skinny man. They fell asleep in each other's embrace.