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With his free hand, he reached down, brushing over Archer's balls, then over his cock, smiling at the thick bead of precum that coated the tip. He swirled the liquid around the head, then drew his fist down him, holding him tightly at the base as he used his finger to fuck Archer's ass, opening him.
"You're killing me." Archer's hips pivoted back, riding Carter's finger. "More."
Not wanting to hurt him, Carter pulled his finger free, then reached for the lube. He dripped it over Archer's ass, rubbing it around, coating him well before pushing two fingers into him. He used those for several minutes, scissoring them, watching, and yearning to put his cock there. Still, he waited, pushing a third finger into him, twisting them, thrusting them, shocked at the force in which Archer moved against them.
Sex between them was going to be anything but tame.
Unable to wait any longer, he pulled his fingers free. Bending down, he bowed over Archer's body, kissing the back of his neck as he pressed his naked cock against his ass. "I can't wait to be inside you." He ran his tongue along Archer's spine.
"Then don't." Archer's voice was deep, giving away his own need. "I want you." He turned his head so he could look over his shoulder at Carter. "I want this."
Taking advantage of Archer turning, he leaned closer, capturing his mouth for a long, hard kiss. When he pulled back, he ran his hands over Archer's back, then up and down his spine. "Me too." He reached for the condom, tearing the package open with his teeth. His hands shook as he struggled to roll it over his shaft, his eyes closed as he fought the urge to come.
Archer rolled his hips as if he couldn't wait for what was about to happen.
With one hand braced on the small of Archer's back, Carter gripped his cock and positioned it at the entrance to Archer's body. As the tip pressed him open, Carter held his breath, praying he didn't come quickly. He needed this to last, wanted to stay inside him as long as he could, savoring the feeling.
His cock slowly sank deeper, and he watched it disappear between Archer's cheeks. The heat was enveloping, the tightness almost too much to handle. He stilled once he was in, taking a moment to run his fingers over the sides of Archer's hips and down the back of his thighs. "So good." He groaned.
In response, Archer's ass tightened around him even more, then loosened, then tightened again.
"Fuck." That nearly pushed Carter too far. "I can't wait."
"I don't need you to." Archer's voice was needy.
Without worrying about anything but his pleasure, Carter started to move, his attention only on his cock and how good it felt to be inside Archer. His hands gripped Archer's hips, holding him, pulling him back and forth to his body as Archer moved with him, letting him know that it was okay to take him harder, work him faster than he'd been doing already.
It took only moments for them to find their rhythm, the two of them working in perfect pace together, the push and pull of their bodies matching the other. Skin slapped against skin as they both grunted out their pleasure, unable to form words.
He watched his cock slip in and out of him, watched Archer's ass spread around his thick shaft, watched the bounce and sway of Archer's balls beneath.
Archer was with him in every way, from the movements of his body to the way his own hand worked his cock, matching the slapping rhythm of their fucking. The scent of sex filled the air, and Carter found himself aroused by the scent, something he'd never noticed with anyone before. He liked how it built as they fucked, how the scent of the sweat mixed with the sex as the two of them pushed each other harder, working their bodies as if in war. It was rough, it was wild, and it was so much more than Carter ever expected. This was the kind of sex that would ruin a person for anyone else. This was the kind of sex you didn't find with just anyone. It was as if Archer knew what his body wanted, what he needed. The way he moved, tightening around him at just the right moment. Holy hell this was good.
"Carter…" Archer's words came out a strangled cry as his entire body tensed, his neck arching, jaw tightening until the cords of his muscles strained.
Around his cock, Carter felt the pulsing of Archer's release, and it milked his cock, drawing his own balls up tight, making his grip on Archer's body tighten. He kept moving, refusing to stop, wanting more. It was too good to end so quickly. He wasn't sure he'd ever get enough.
"Ah fuck!" he cried, unable to hold back any longer. He pumped through his orgasm, refusing to pause, refusing to end things. Even after his cock had stopped releasing, he continued to move, using Archer's ass for his pleasure until he couldn't handle the sensation any longer and was forced to still.
Spent, he fell forward over Archer's back, holding him tightly to his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. Sweat dripped down his temples, but he ignored it, unable to lift his hand to wipe away the drops.
Beneath him, Archer seemed to have the same problem getting enough oxygen into his lungs. His skin was damp with sweat, and his ass still contracted around Carter's cock, as if even though the rest of their bodies were done, it still wanted more.
Carter slowly eased out, then gently slipped the condom off, tying it before dropping it in the can beside the bed. He slumped to Archer's side, falling to his back as he stared up at the ceiling.
Beside him, Archer lowered his knees, staying on his stomach, but turning his head to watch Carter next to him. "I knew you'd be good."
Carter laughed softly. "That was more than good."
"Yeah, it was." Archer sighed contently. "Like you said, dangerous."
Carter nodded. It was more dangerous than he'd thought. What they did together was mind-blowing, and he was sure he'd never get enough. Even though his cock wasn't able, his body still wanted more. He longed for the years when he'd been a teen, able to get hard over and over again. Not anymore. No matter how badly he wanted to go again, it would have to wait. He settled his hand over Archer's back. "I like danger."
"Me too." Archer smiled at him. "And that is what makes this even worse."
Carter agreed. They needed to get this out of their systems while they could, because once they went their own ways, it was going to be over, and Carter didn't want to think about long nights at home alone remembering. Remembering would never be enough. Whatever this was between them needed to be fucked out of their system. Because if they didn't, he was never going to be the same again.
