Page 42 of Stand By Me

The press of their lips was soft and lingering, and as Clay drew back, he knew Mario could see a similar smile on his face now.

Clay ran his fingertips down Mario's back, to the spot he already knew to be particularly sensitive. "Hey."

He was rewarded with a rumbling sound and a roll of hips that brought Mario's groin closer and made his morning erection obvious as it pressed against Clay's hip.

"You're an evil, evil man," Mario told him, but the way he dragged his lips over Clay's shoulder made it clear he didn't really mind the evil part.

"I don't know." Clay shifted a bit and they both inhaled sharply as their cocks slid against each other. "I think I'd only be evil if I didn't intend to follow through."

"Oh?" Mario arched his eyebrow. "And do you?"

Clay rolled them both until he was leaning over Mario. "Let's see."

He started with another kiss on Mario's lips but didn't linger there this time. He made his way down Mario's jaw, his neck, and lower, pressing his mouth to every freckle on his way, exactly like he'd pictured last night. He licked into the dip of Mario's collarbone and ran his teeth over the area, eliciting a gasp in reply.

He hid his grin against Mario's chest. He wanted to hear more sounds out of Mario, every moan, and sigh, and gasp. Maybe even a scream, if Mario was the type.

"I can tell you're happy with yourself right now." Mario ran a hand through Clay's hair before moving to his cheek. "But when I was promised follow-through, I was expecting more than a few kisses, you know."

Oh, it was on, now.

Clay licked, and nipped, and kissed his way down Mario's chest, and he did bring out a lot of noises out of him. By the time Clay got to his cock, Mario was constantly whispering profanities and encouragements, with a few threats thrown in here and there. He tried to buck his hips, too, but Clay kept him down, and it brought out the loudest moan yet.

Interesting.

But then Clay licked the tip of Mario's cock andthatreaction was even stronger.

"Fuuuck," Mario moaned and gripped the back of Clay's neck hard. "Okay, you win, I surrender, whatever, just stop playing and suck my cock, please, fuck."

And who was Clay to refuse such a nice request?

He lowered his head, taking as much of Mario as he could, though he needed to pull back when Mario's cock hit the back of his throat. It had been a while since Clay had done this last and he was going to need a minute before trying to go any further. He hollowed his cheeks on his way up and sucked harder.

Mario tried to buck his hips again and swore louder.

Clay sneaked one hand to grip Mario's cock at the base as he circled his tongue over its head and underside. Once he fell into a rhythm, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it all—the taste and weight of the cock on his tongue, the sounds Mario made, the way he gripped Clay's nape or failed to keep his hips down.

Clay's own erection was pressing against the sheets, and it had been years since he'd come like this, but he actually might get there if it went for much longer.

Finally, he took pity on them both. He sped up his rhythm as he pulled on Mario's cock while sucking on its head. He glanced up to see Mario's flushed face and bright eyes, and that seemed to push Mario over the edge, because he arched off the bed and came a moment later, spilling into Clay's waiting mouth.

With one last lick along the underside, Clay pulled back when Mario was done. He sat back on his hunches between Mario's spread legs, running his hands up and down Mario's calves, not wanting to lose the contact as he admired the view.

Because Mario was breathtaking like this. Clay never wanted to let him out of his bed again—or into any kind of clothes.

Mario waved his hand weakly and Clay figured he wanted a kiss so he leaned over him and licked into his mouth, sharing his taste.

Mario hummed, kissing back, but when they paused for breath, he murmured, "I meant for you to come up and fuck my face."

Damn. Clay bit his lip and gripped the sheets next to Mario's head hard.

"Your mouth will be the death of me."

Mario smirked. "Hopefully a small one." Then he pushed at Clay's shoulders. "But my limbs seem to be working again, so just roll over and let me return the favor."

"You don't—" Clay started even as he did as he was told, but the look Mario gave him kept the rest of that sentence away.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do it." Mario settled between his legs. "And after getting the taste of it last night, I want it even more."

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