Page 66 of Stand By Me

And when Clay moved his hands between Mario and the door to slip them under his sweater, Mario moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips.

Fuck, yes.

The kiss broke and they inhaled sharply at the way their groins slid against each other.

"Bed," Mario murmured, because as tempting as it was to just rut their way to an orgasm right then and there, he needed to feel Clay inside him.

And a wooden floor was not a place for that, at all.

Thankfully, Clay seemed to be in agreement, because he caught his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom without a word.

Once they were naked, Mario stretched on the bed and breathlessly watched as Clay followed him with a predatory glint in his eyes.

He paused to run his tongue over Mario's nipple and dragged his teeth over it lightly, which made Mario shiver from the top of his head to his toes.

"Fuck," Mario gasped, putting his hands on both sides of Clay's head. He couldn't decide whether to keep him where he was or pull him up for another kiss, so he ran his fingertips over the shells of Clay's ears instead.

It earned him a slightly harder bite on the other nipple, and Mario arched his back, trying to stifle a loud moan.

By the time Clay moved up to his lips, Mario was a shivering mess of want, and need, and incoherent demands, but apparently not so incoherent Clay couldn't figure out what they were.

"I've got you," he murmured, brushing his nose against Mario's before pulling back briefly to get the supplies he needed.

Mario had already learned that stretching wasn't simply the means to an end for Clay but could very well be the main event on its own. And whether he was taking his time, or doing it in quick, demanding pushes and strokes over Mario's prostate, like right now, it always drove Mario right to the brink.

Or over it, in fact, since his orgasm erupted out of him now, without much of a warning and with his cock untouched.

He shook through it, out of breath and with fireworks going off behind his eyelids, and Clay busied himself with leaving kisses all over his thigh as Mario came down from the high.

Damn.

He opened his eyes to see Clay's head dangerously close to his cock and it looked like he was about to lick it clean, which, on one hand,hot, but on the other…

"No-oh," Mario protested and,wow, his voice was shot to hell. He pulled at Clay's hair a bit, too, to underscore his point. "Too sens'tive. Come're."

This time, the kiss was different. He was mellow and gentle, inviting, while Clay was more aggressive and demanding.

Mario let him do whatever he wanted—welcomed it, even.

"How about you fuck me now," he whispered against Clay's lips, because,yeah, he could play dirty, too.

He laughed when Clay pulled back and started tugging at him, but he turned willingly, pushing his legs under him for a better position.

"Fuck." Clay ran his hands over Mario's back, then lower—to his ass and thighs, before slipping one hand between Mario's legs to encourage him to make room.

Mario spread his legs, pushing his face into the pillow that smelled so much like Clay. He was still flying high on the endorphins, and Clay made it even better, pressing his fingers in all the right places and dropping kisses over Mario's lower back in a blatant attempt to make him hard again, which,damn him, was actually working.

By the time Clay slid his cock into him, Mario was pushing back to meet his thrusts, demanding more, and faster, and harder. He wanted Clay to come inside him before his orgasm hit again.

He wanted Clay to lose it.

"Come on," he whispered, tightening his muscles around Clay's cock and making him swear. "Let me feel it, come on."

And so Clay did, pressing into him one last time and gripping Mario's hips hard enough to hurt in the best of ways.

Mario only needed one tug on his cock to follow right after, seconds before Clay slumped onto him, pinning him to the bed.

They breathed harshly, both tired and slick with sweat, but,God, it was everything Mario wanted.

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