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"Nope, we don't." Archer stroked him, loving the way Carter's eyes flashed with need and arousal. He slid his fist over him several more times before saying, "this might need a closer inspection." He arched down, dragging his tongue over the head of Carter's cock.
"Fuck me." Carter's hips lifted.
"You're not into that, so this will have to do," Archer teased.
"Don't stop." Carter bit his bottom lip as he stared down at him.
"Never." Archer opened his mouth and took him inside, taking him deep and holding him there for a moment before moving back up. He loved Carter's taste. He circled his tongue around him, teasing under the head, then lowered his mouth again.
Carter grunted as he lifted his hips as if trying to go deeper.
Archer welcomed it, relaxing his throat the best he could to let Carter fuck into his mouth as he continued the up and down motion, his lips tight around him, his saliva coating the way as he added suction.
"Fuck, those lips." Carter stared at him. "I love how they look around my cock."
Not as much as Archer loved having them there. He would have told Carter that, but he was too busy focusing on making him come. He was hungry for his release as he worked his mouth exactly how he liked to feel a mouth on his own cock. His fingers teased lower, rolling his balls, rubbing beneath them, circling his hole. He never entered, not sure if Carter was into that, but he made sure that Carter's ass got just as much attention as his cock was getting.
Inside his sweats, his own cock was dripping, wetting his thigh as he pressed down against the mattress, trying to ease his own need. Still, he never lost his rhythm on Carter, moving down as he thrust up, welcoming it when the speed increased to an almost savage thrust.
"Fuck me, I'm gonna come!" Carter's hands fisted the blanket beneath him as he continued to move with Archer's mouth, then stilled, his cock pulsing as thick jets of cum filled Archer's mouth.
He never stopped his own movement, continuing to slide his lips over him as he swallowed around him, taking every bit of what Carter was giving him. When he was done, Archer slowly pulled his lips from him, but stayed to clean him completely with his tongue.
"Come here, let me take care of you." Carter reached for him.
Archer shook his head. Carter looked so spent, so pleased that the last thing he wanted was to ruin his post-orgasmic bliss by having him find the energy to satisfy him. "I want to come on you. Let me do this." He raised up on his knees, pulling his sweatpants down to his thighs and releasing his own desperate cock.
As he wrapped his hand around it, he groaned, his skin so sensitive that he feared he'd come with hardly any attention. Still, he braced one hand on Carter's thigh and started to stroke himself, teasing himself like he did so many nights when he was alone. Only this was different, because he was staring down into Carter's eyes, watching Carter watch him. That turned up the arousal by a million amps, and his balls ached as he worked his fist over his length, precum working its way to the tip. He wasn't going to last long. He wanted this too much, needed this release. He broke eye contact with Carter, and stared down at Carter's fading erection, imagining his load spilling over the hot, sensitive skin he'd just had in his mouth. His chest tightened, breathing hitched, head arched back, yet he fought for control. He didn't want to come yet. He loved having Carter watch him do this. Loved the thought of coming all over Carter's skin. "Too much!" His balls seemed to vibrate somehow a second before everything seemed to explode deep inside him, the release forcing its way up and out his cock before he could even think about what was happening. He arched forward, curling his back as he worked each pulse of his release out, watching as it fell over Carter's hips, his cock, and even dripped down his balls.
His chest heaved, and he stayed there, his hand stilling on his cock as he tried to recover. Part of him wanted to bend down and lick his own release from Carter's body, but he didn't have the energy to move just yet. He just stayed there, his head hung over Carter's body as he realized that he would never find what he had with Carter with anyone else. It was too good, too intense, too comfortable.
The thought scared him, because as good as it was, it wasn't permanent. The two of them had so much to get through before they could even think about having that discussion, and when they did, because he was sure they would, he wasn't sure if Carter would want him the way he wanted Carter.
"Fuck." He moved over Carter, falling beside him, unable to do more than stare at the man who was turning his life upside down.
"That was amazing to watch." Carter reached out and ran his fingers through Archer's hair.
"I think I killed myself, I came so hard." Archer was still gasping for air.
Carter shook his head. "I've never seen you look more alive. But next time, I want to taste. That wasn't fair not sharing."
"I wanted to come where my mouth had been." Archer smiled.
"Then next time kiss me, then come on my lips."
"Fuck, you say the sweetest things." Archer laughed, rolling to his back, his arms lifeless at his sides.
Carter grinned as he reached to the floor for his shorts, then used them to wipe himself off. "I think we've earned another nap, then we need to think about food." Carter tossed the shorts aside and rolled to rest his head against Archer's chest. "Okay?"
"You had me at nap." Archer managed to lift one arm to hold Carter against him, then closed his eyes and forgot about everything else.
