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Although he didn’t completely stop, he adjusted, enough so he could alternate different paces. Going fast for a few pumping motions, slow for another. Little by little driving his boyfriend out fo the bridge. HE didn’t need any promises, his cock bouncing hard and slapping Carlos’ abdomen. His hands hlding onto Carlos so he couldn’t touch him as he was focus on pleasing him. His own moans released, it wasn’t hard for TK to actually feel it deep. With his tightness and all, all he could do is moan. And moan he did, as his cock’s precum release coincided with a tigthtening of his hole near an anal orgasm.

Carlos wanted to touch TK so badly. He wanted to jerk him off til he came all over his torso. But of course the man was holding his hands so he couldn’t he could have easily overpowered the younger man, but Carlos wasn’t going to abuse his strength. 

TK continued to to please his cock, drawling lewd sounds from Carlos’ chest. Finally, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Fuccckkk...” Carlos shouted as he slammed his cock into TK’s hole, his cock exploding inside of his boyfriend. Rope after rope after rope shot out til Carlos finally laid flat on the bed. “F-f-fuck.” he laughed, trying to catch his breath.

With the table empty of food, and Eric musing another kiss off of Carlos’ lips, he snapped his fingers and blinked all dishes onto the dishwasher, leaving just the beer in. He took in a light sip off of it, finishing it as he stood up, his groin close to Carlos’ head as he caressed his face close to him in the process. And once over, looked at the kitchen. Turning the coffee maker off from there.

Another snap of fingers had his clothes removed, his cock and pubic hair pressed against his cheek only mere seconds before he spoke. “Serve me a cup of coffee while I take that shower, would you?” He added, only to disappear from there, the sound of a distance shower echoing in the upper floor.

Carlos took his last bite, just as all of the dishes vanished. He’d just barely gotten his teeth around the last piece of chicken before the fork was no longer in his hands. He almost purred into Eric’s touch, as he pulled him in close. He didn’t really have a chance register what was happened as Eric’s cock was on his face. He was able to get a quick sniff in before the other man disappeared. 

There, they were back to the cruel treatment. Carlos got up from his chair and immediately went to the kitchen and poured the coffee. Grabbing the vodka from the freezer. He dropped in a teaspoon before heading down the hallway to the bathroom. “I’ve got your coffee, mi amor.” He called from the other side of the glass door. 

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Leaning and cupping his chin, he stole a kiss, “now you worry about the sheets’ smell? You didn’t carethe last time I drunk too much …” Eric pointed rolling his eeyes tempted to leaning in close to him and simply leave food alone. But he knew he shouldn’t so instead, he brushed his jawline and left his hand there while using the free one to eat.

“But fine, I’ll take a shower. Even tho I can clean myself much faster than that.” He frowned, thinking for a moment before he just shrugged, “anyway, no problem, love. Benefits of who I am, I am lucky if I get two hours of sleep at night.”

“Hey, look. Your manly scent is hard to get out of the mattress. I’m not complaining but when coworker’s come by and wonder why the bedroom smells like a gym.” He enjoyed when Eric came back from a run or a workout. His face and tongue had been in his pits enough times to show appreciation. He wasn’t able to continue his argument as Eric reached out and grabbed his chin. 

It really meant a lot to Carlos. Not a lot of people would stay up til one am t eat dinner with their boyfriends. Most men would have long been asleep by now. “Still, I love you for staying up. I”ll have to show you how much I appreciate it when we get done.”

TK moved, holding Carlos’ hands, intertwining their hands and keeping them up. Holding them as uspport as he continued to move his hips up and down the other’s shaft. IT wasn’t much what he moved. Three or four inches at much, keeping him buried. And yet more than enough to have him moaning

His gaze on Carlos, atttempting to hold it ven with the other’s pleasure faces. “Then what? Do I stop?” He teased, slowing down, swaying his hips around, “do I leave and turn around so you can cum against my cheeks? Uh?”

“No, no, don’t stop.” Carlos essentially begged. He gripped onto TK’s hand, whining as Tk slowed down his pace. This was cruel. He had the love of his life above him. His cock buried inside of him and the man was threatening to pull off. What kind of boyfriend did that sort of thing. 

“Babe let me cum in you.” he whined, as TK’s ass took all of his cock again. “Then you can fuck me. You fuck me as many times as you want. Just don’t pull off.” If he couldnt cum in TK he would have preferred to give him a facial but he preferred to be on the receiving end.

Secuing his position on the bed, now moved, TK looked at Carlos with a light gaze. A soft chuckle that left his lips shaking his head. “The chair was enticing.” He pointed, hands holding onto his pectorals, resuming his riding, now with better support and position.

Soon, clashing sounds were easily heard, as the bottom of his body met Carlos’ waist, over and over and over again, mixed with the sounds of loud moans.

“I know and it was hot to watch you contort to ride me but I’d hate for you crack your head against the towel rack. I don’t want to explain to your father why you’re getting stitches in the back of your head. At least not with our cocks being the reason why.” 

Once TK started to moved, Carlos couldn’t form words anymore. That tight ass around his cock was just intoxicating. Spitting in his hand, he reached forward and wrapped his hand around TK’s cock. “Fuck baby...I’m close...shit...” He’d lasted longer than usual, but he couldn’t help it. He’d like TK take it out on his hole next. 

There was a little weak smile coming out of him. Those words were too good to be true and yet he couldn’t say no or be against it in any way. Eric leaned in echoing the kiss before sitting back once more, “come on, ,let’s finish this food so we can go to the room.” 

Taking a bit of food first, and a bite from it second, he turned around to blink into the kitchen and back to the chair, having set up the coffee maker to prepare some for desert. 

“You’re still showering before you get in the bed. I like your manly scent. As does little Carlos but I’m not letting the bed smell like pits for the rest of the week.” Carlos said matter of factly. Sure food was nice but he wanted to continue making out with Eric. He liked feeling like a teenager with the tongues and groping. 

Sitting back in his chair he picked up his fork and resumed eating dinner. He watched as his boyfriend disappeared and reappeared. Man that was cool. “Thank you for staying up late, so we could have date night. I know the late shift is a bit of an inconvenience.”

Lustful eyes checked on Carlos’, holding onto him as TK rode that pole within him. Little by little, and as his body came used to enough to, he began to let it deeper. And deeper, Finally sheathing the shaft with his insides and releasing a loud gasping moan. Feet were guided up, around Carlos’ neck, holding his own grip over him, a light embrace that was followed by a more comfortable pace of hips crashing back and forth.

Arced, his back leaned his body forward and kiss his lips in the process to silence his own sounds. 

He held onto TK’s lower back, helping guide him down  his cock. Once TK had taken all of him, the officer couldn’t help but whimper a bit. Turning his head, he kissed the side of TK’s foot, running his tongue up to his big toe. Carlos made sure to hold onto the other. The chair wasn’t exactly the most stable thing and the bathroom wasn’t exactly the largest. Carlos would never forgive himself if his lover hurt himself. 

As their lips touched, Carlos brought his hands to the other’s ass, lifting them both out of the chair. Tyler’s weight was easy enough for the officer to carry without fear of dropping him. Getting to the bed, Carlos turned and sat down. “You’re gonna make me say some unchristian things.” he moaned once the other started to move again. 

“It’s pretty simple, Carlos.” Eric pointed, leaning in close to him, “when this world was created, witches, angels and demons coexisted before humanity. When humanity was made, we mixed.” He shrugged, “but because we mixed we became susceptible to human emotion, to good or bad or neutrality. Witches who use magic for good are witches, evil witches are those who, without seeking power, do magic for their own personal gain only, without benefitting anyone else unless it benefits them.”

“My father came from a warlock coven. Witches that use magic against others and in thirst of power kill other witches to obtain more power and steal it from them.” He pointed. “in doing so, a warlock is almost no different from a demon, a low level demon in their society. So, a ritual at a church? Can render half warlocks completely human. At least those of good, like becoming a priest. And I am half a witch might be affected or not, but I wouldn’t want to risk losing my powers.”

“As for your mother, who knows, I canha ve a trick or two.”

Carlos’ entire union went against everything he’d been raised to believe; as a good Catholic boy. Granted he hadn’t learned about Eric’s heritage until months after they had started dating. Not that Carlos had ever once thought that the other would bring harm to him. It wasn’t due to the crucifix my the front door or the rosary that he kept in his bedside table. It was just the feeling of comfort he had when the other man was around. 

He didn’t say anything in response to the lesson. What could he possibly say? He was a cop. There was nothing unique about him. At least not in that exaggerated of a sense. Setting his utensils down, he reached over and took Eric’s face in both of his hands. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against the other man’s. “Whatever the future holds for us, I don’t care as long as it’s with you.”

“Oh, trust me, it’s not. One day you’ll find how unsatisfiable I can get on extreme measures.” TK countered, stepping out of Carlos’ lap for a moment, holding the lube in his hand while he removed the piece of underwear. And once done so, helped Carlos out as well, pulling from the fabric to the middle of his thighs, more than enough for the task at hand.

Returning to his lap, he used spread a drop or two through Carlos’ shaft, securing his erection with little strokes, only to briefly apply them as well on his own entrance. Even if he continued to stroke him after that. Raising up just enough, and looking into his eyes, he slowly sat on his cock. His hole stretching with ease at the overall excitement he felt, only grimacing for the initial wave of pain. Once half of him filled him in, he held onto his neck and rode those few inches in a slow gentle pace, holding the cock with his right hand so it wouldn’t move due to position.

Carlos was a bit taken back when It was TK who was taking the cock. He watched in awe, as Tk gripped his cock and started to pour the lube onto it. He was even more surprised as he watched TK lube up his hole. It’d been a while since Carlos had been on top. Even then, he was just the giver. TK was still very much still in charge. 

A lewd moan left his lips, as TK pressed his hole around the head of his cock. “Fuck baby...” He whined, his mouth falling open. TK was so warm and so painfully tight. Carlos didn’t generally last long but he was determined to make it work this time. His left hand slid up TK’s thigh, wrapping around his cock. “Baby you feel so fucking good.”

It still baffled Theodore, how childish some folks were in college; still in their adulthood acting like children had the Ethic’s Professor glad to of be happily married and open with that marriage. The fight started with the most common reason, a cross between lovers and accusations of cheating which spilled into a multi-person brawling event that the Professor couldn’t separate quickly enough before it got way out of hand. Campus security could only do so much and to say they were under prepared for the extend the brawl grew too was the reason Theodore called the police. 

“Ah yes, the ever fleeting youth the boys have these days never fails to surprise me. We didn’t fight that hard in my days.” He mused as he turned to the very attractive officer who was conducting the scene, his firm authority of the officers on duty as he turned his attention to the professor. “I did call it in when there was just seven on them. It escalated quickly from there though; as you know.” Theo shakes his head as he grins and chuckles at the question of his safety.

“I’m fine thank you, I’m almost certain I’d never hear the end of it if I got involved in the brawl; but that’s the upside of being an Ethic’s professor. Arguing my way out of it all.” He mused as he leaned into the wall a little and regarded the male taking notes about the scene. “What about you tall dark and handsome? You didn’t get hurt any did you? It’s be a shame honestly.” Theodore drawled with a flirtatious smile, not exactly being subtle with his ogling of the other; crossing his arms a bit. “This might be forward; but when are you off? I’d be inclined to buy you a beer for coming to my rescue today if that’s something you might be interested in. No strings attached… unless you want strings; that can me arranged too.” The professor smoothly speaks, using a natural charm and a practiced tone; clearly having thrown himself out there enough times to be comfortable doing so to an officer of the law.

Men fighting over a woman was one thing. But multiple men fighting over a woman was ridiculous. Carlos had broken up a few bar brawls. Usually a group of tourists But he’d never been called to a college campus to break up an orgy brawl. At least no one was armed. It was Texas after all. With open carry, it was always a possibility. 

He couldn’t help but grin a bit as the other shamelessly flirted with him. Carlos was used to it. He got hit on a lot on calls. He’d actually been asked to be in a bachelor auction for a sorority right here on campus, just a few months ago. He had politely declined though it had become quite the joke around the station. 

Taking a few more notes, Carlos clicked his pen and put it back in his breast pocket. “I can assure you sir, that I am perfectly fine. It’s gonna take a lot more than a couple of college punks to do any harm to me.” Carlos wasn’t sure if he was just reassuring the other, or making a comment on his size. Carlos reached into his pocket and took out his card, handing it to the other. 

“It’s a bit unprofessional, but I can’t exactly say no to that smile. “ Carlos may not have been the best flirter, but he wasn’t exactly lying. The other had a smile that could easily light up the city during a blackout. “I generally working pretty late, but lucky for you I’m getting off in just a few hours.” The officer wasn’t even sure what strings would mean. But he’d figure out tonight. “You make a habit of standing around fights to try and flirt with first with responders?” Carlos laugh. “Must be the uniform.”

“Not exactly, but almost.” Eric pointed, not wanting to reveal his warlock face to him precisely, despite the lack of secrets. “I can step on Holy Ground, but any ritual done there would sanctify me. And strip me either of all me powers or most of them. and I rather not risk it. Come a long term of acceptation to lose them.” He assured, grabbing anotehr piece of food and eating. then, reaching down to brush Carlos’ groin, he checked the state of his erection. “Ok, I love you, but you need no more helped feeding for now.” He pointed, dragging then the other’s chair closer. “I could plan it with them in secret. who knows. You won’t.” He winked.

“I’m not going to lie, sweetheart, I don’t understand any of this.” He had barely been able to wrap his head around what Eric was. It had been a few long conversations, and it still took a while for Carlos to be convinced he wasn’t something from his Abuela’s cautionary tales. At least he wasn’t the cucuy.

“You wouldn’t be planning anything with my mother. She is all about the chisme. She couldn’ keep any sort of secret.” He grinned as he took his up his own fork; taking a bite of the food. “Whichever way that we decide to go, doesn’t really matter to me. Cause I love you and being with you is what really matters.”

     jeremy grinned as he laid there, watching his boyfriend look ever so gorgeous.   he chuckled as the other spoke again, nodding and pulling him closer to him.   he started to kiss him softly on the lips, definitely wanting carlos.   “   i mean, it’s both of us, alone, in this tent.   it’s pretty romantic, to be honest,  ”   he whispered.   “  and i do enjoy how comfortable it is in here.   kissing you in here, making it pretty hot in here.  maybe we should take off some clothes, hmm ??  ”

      jeremy kissed the other once again, wanting the other to get just as comfortable as he was.   “   so, what do you want to do, you tell me, cause i can’t read minds,  ”   he teased.   “   hopefully the same thing as i ??  ”  the other kissed him once more.

Carlos couldn’t help but smile against Jeremy’s lips. It was romantic, but the officer had a feeling that he didn’t see a lot of romantic moments this weekend. Put two horny men together, with zero interruptions; there was gonna be a lot more carnal things happened. “Is that so?” Carlos shirked off his jacket, and then reached down to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. 

Once the fabric hit the floor, Carlos reached out and grabbed Jeremy by the small of his back. “Please, I exactly what is going through your head.” His free hand slid down the front of Jeremy’s shirt, sliding under his jeans. “We’ve done enough sinful things for me to not fall for the innocent act anymore.”