#kinkley

“No,” Tommy says, reaching his hands around Buck’s legs so he get his cock out from under his gym shorts. “Oh, free balling huh? Someone thought they were getting lucky.”

“Sure did,” Buck nods jerkily as Tommy gets a hand on his cock, licking up the side of it while he stares at Buck.

He starts to move his legs but Tommy shakes his head. “Leave them there.”

Buck groans and pulls him closer with his legs, watching as Tommy has to lean forward over the weight bench, how his arms stretch and curve over Buck’s legs.

“You’re so hot,” Buck groans.

Tommy rewards him by deep throating him, skipping any more teasing.

“Fuck!” Buck’s hips jerk up, forcing his cock further down Tommy’s throat. Tommy doesn’t care, just leans further forward, letting Buck fuck his throat.

Drool is already pooling in Tommy’s mouth and dripping from the corners of his lips, getting Buck wet and messy, soaking into his gym shorts.

“Tommy,” Buck whines, writhing under him, trying to pull him back by his hair.

Tommy resists briefly before letting Buck slowly pull him off, an audible pop as he lets Buck’s cock fall from his mouth. “Yeah?”

“I’m not going to last long like that,” Buck warns him.

“Good,” Tommy says, swallowing him down again.

Buck groans and throws a hand over his face, hoping he can hold off his orgasm a little longer. Tommy looks obscene, held in place by Buck’s legs, stretched out along the weight bench, mouth stretched around Buck’s cock, little moans falling from his lips as he bobs up and down.

Tommy contorts a little to get a hand up under Buck’s shirt, squeezing and petting his tits, and drops his other hand to fondle Buck’s balls through his shorts.

“Tommy, seriously, fuck,” Buck moans. “I’m so close already holy shit.”

Tommy gives his chest a reassuring squeeze, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around the head of Buck’s cock. He squeezes Buck’s balls, tugging them gently, briefly pulling away from his cock to suck his balls through his shorts.

Buck digs his hand into Tommy’s hair as he moves back to his cock, bobbing a few times before burying his nose in Buck’s stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Buck curses, holding Tommy tight as he spills down his throat. Tommy swallows around him, staying there until Buck is shaking from over stimulation and pulling him off.

"That was fast,” Tommy says with a rough voice. “Now it's my turn.”

He strips Buck down to nothing but his socks, leaving him sitting on the weight bench.

“You know what to to do,” Tommy says. Buck obedientally raises his arms and flexes them, then his pecs and his abdominals, showing off as much as he can for Tommy.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” Buck asks. Tommy’s mouth is practically watering, Buck can tell.

“Yeah baby, just like that,” Tommy says, watching him flex and relax his muscles. He steps closer, taking Buck’s arm between his hands, running them over his forearms and his biceps, pulling his arm up to loop it around Tommy’s neck. “Look at you,” Tommy barely breathes the words, his fingers ghosting across Buck’s chest as he turns to nuzzle into Buck's arm. He kisses his way down Buck’s arm, wet and open mouthed, until he gets to his pit, running his tongue through the hair and into each little divot, lapping up every drop of sweat.

Buck shivers.

Tommy lets his arm go and comes back to the front of the weight bench, straddling Buck’s hips as he sits down. “Now I get to take my time with you,” Tommy grins, feeling the eager way Buck’s already moving under him. “And I really want to take my time today.”

“Tommy,” Buck whines. Tommy gives him a sharp look. “Daddy. Please.”

“Baby, you already got what you wanted, now it’s Daddy’s turn,” Tommy reminds him.

“But,” Buck squirms. He knows Tommy had felt how open he was when he undressed him.

“Do you need help staying quiet?” Tommy asks. Buck shakes his head. “Good.”

Tommy sets about mapping Buck’s body with his mouth. He licks over muscles, bites skin, sucks until Buck can feel the bruises blooming under his skin, knowing how violently they’ll show in a few hours. He tries to move his hands and Tommy grabs them and pins them above his head. Tommy’s hips are rolling against his and he’s getting hard again and he feels dizzy and light headed and like Tommy is the only thing holding him down.

Tommy blankets him, pressing him into the weight bench while he works a hickey into his pec. Buck tries to keep quiet but he can’t help the little noises that escape.

Tommy pulls away, standing up to undress, watching Buck the whole time. Buck’s eyes widen as Tommy takes his shorts off to reveal the jockstrap underneath.

“T-Daddy,” he moans, forgetting he’s supposed to be quiet. “A jock? That’s so fucking hot.”

“What did I say about being quiet?”

“So-sorry, sorry, sorry Daddy,” Buck babbles as Tommy takes the jockstrap off. He can’t take his eyes off Tommy, leaning closer, and he’s ready he’s so ready he’s—

Tommy shoves the jock in his mouth. Buck gasps in surprise and almost chokes on the fabric.

“There you go,” Tommy pets his cheek, the gesture almost mean. “Now you can stay quiet, like a good boy.”

Buck can feel the spit gathering in his mouth and soaking into the fabric, his eyes wet as he looks up at Tommy.

“Don’t let the neighbors hear you,” Tommy warns, before yanking Buck’s hips towards him, tilting them up so he an lean down and spit into Buck’s open hole. Buck shoves an arm over his face to muffle any sounds that might escape through the jockstrap, whimpering as he feels the hot saliva hit.

Tommy fucks into him, hard and fast, hands on Buck’s hips gripping tight enough to bruise. Buck’s cock bounces against his stomach as Tommy moves his body, his hand holding on to the bench so he doesn’t fly off it, unable to even touch himself.

It’s rough and fast, and Buck was already close again before Tommy started fucking him, and he’s coming before Tommy, tears and spit mixing on his cheeks as Tommy doesn’t stop, just keeps using Buck until he’s coming too, and his body bows over Buck’s, forehead resting on Buck’s chest as he thrusts weakly into him.

When he’s gathered his breath, he straightens up and pulls Buck’s arms away from his face, wiping the mess from his cheeks and gently pulling the jockstrap from his mouth, fingers massaging his jaw muscles.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks gently.

Buck nods, careful not to dislodge Tommy’s fingers. “Tha’ was s’ good,” he slurs.

“Good,” Tommy grins and kisses him. “Let’s shower, you’re a mess.”

Buck looks down at his come covered chest, the bruises and spit littered across it. “Who’s fault is that?”

“Absolutely not,” Evan growls.

“Are you just going to stare at me?”

Evan shakes his head. “No, I’m going to undress you.”

Tommy grins up at him. “Okay.”

Evan climbs up onto the bed with him, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him again. His fingers dance across Tommy’s chest as he works the buttons open while they kiss, his hips grinding down against Tommy’s.

“God, I love when you get so worked up,” Tommy gasps against his mouth.

Evan ignores him as he undoes the buttons on Tommy’s shirt, pushing it to the sides so he can lickbitekiss his chest, working his way down to Tommy’s waistband, undoing the button and zipper to get his mouth on Tommy’s cock through his boxers. Tommy groans, pushing up against Evan’s mouth. Evan scrapes his teeth gently over the fabric as he pulls back, rolling off the bed to get his own pants and boxers off before climbing back onto Tommy.

“Eager,” Tommy comments, hands palming Evan’s bare ass , feeling the way he’s already opened himself up. He slips a finger inside, and Evan groans above him, writhing as Tommy strokes the inside of him.

“More,” Evan begs. Tommy obliges, pulling his finger out and replacing it with two, almost petting him, fingers skimming over his prostrate without fully making contact. Evan rolls his hips down, trying to take Tommy’s fingers deeper, rubbing his hands over Tommy’s chest, his fingers catching on Tommy’s chest hair.

“Is this what you wanted?” Tommy asks.

Evan shakes his head. “No Tommy, wanna r-ride you,” he keens as Tommy presses up against his prostrate.

“You are riding me,” Tommy smirks.

Evan hauls himself upwards, Tommy’s fingers slipping out of him as Evan rearranges himself, pulling Tommy’s cock out of his boxers. Tommy’s still half dressed, clothing moved just enough to bare his chest and cock, and Evan happily sinks down on Tommy’s cock. Tommy holds his hips as he starts gently moving, building up steam. Tommy watches the way Evan’s cock bounces, heavy and red, leaking over Tommy’s bared torso. He moves a hand to wipe at his stomach, licking the precome off his fingers as Evan watches him through heavy eyelids.

He makes a show of it, swirling his tongue around his fingers, feeling the way that Evan clenches around him as he groans. Tommy lets Evan fuck himself the way he wants, moving his hands to hold his hips again, thrusting up as he finds Evan’s rhythm.

Evan’s hands grip at the open collar of Tommy’s dress blues, crumpling the fabric in his fists, pulling himself down to kiss Tommy. Tommy loves when Evan kisses him like this, hot and wet and like he needs Tommy to breathe, like he might die if he can’t get his mouth on him. Tommy feels the same, and he loses himself in the sensation of Evan’s lips and tongue against his.

Evan nips at his lower lip and Tommy bites his upper lip hard in retaliation, pulling Evan’s hips down hard as he thrusts up against him.

“Yeah,” Tommy more feels that hears Evan say. Tommy loses himself to the sensations, feeling Evan’s body against him, around him, holding him as close as he can.

The franticness of earlier recedes as they move together, knowing they’ll both get what they want, they don’t have to rush, they have the time.

Tommy comes first, Evan urging him on. He clenches down, keeps Tommy inside him as he sits up, fisting his cock until he comes, painting Tommy with his spend, watching in awe as drops of it land on the dark blue of his uniform.

Tommy closes his eyes as the realization hits him. “I cannot take this to the dry cleaners.”

“They’ve seen worse,” Evan scoffs. “I’ll take it.” Evan shifts forward, letting Tommy’s softening cock slip out of him, as some of Tommy’s come trickles down his leg. He grins at Tommy as he grinds down against his leg, getting the mess all over Tommy’s pants.

“You’re a little shit,” Tommy tells him.

“I’ll order you a new uniform if it bothers you that much.”

Evan makes that cute little snuffle sound that means he’s definitely asleep, and has been for a while. Tommy undresses, taking the time to put his clothes in the hamper, and pulls the sheet down to expose Evan to the cool bedroom air. His mouth waters when he sees the blue peeking out from between Evan’s cheeks, knowing without getting closer it’s the ‘daddy’s boy’ plug Evan had bought as a joke that he’d ended up loving, saying it was the best substitute he had for Tommy.

He moves to straddle Evan’s legs, spreading his ass cheeks to get a better look at it, and gently tugging on it to see Evan’s reaction.

Nothing happens, and Tommy grins. He does it a few more times, angling it to press against Evan’s prostrate, and watching as his hips make tiny, abortive movements while he sleeps.

He pulls the plug out and places it on the table next to the bed, just in case he wants to use it again later. He moves down the bed so he can get his mouth on Evan, taking advantage of how open he already is as he uses his mouth and fingers to work him over. He’s not used to Evan being quiet while he eats him out, but the way his hips hitch against Tommy’s mouth and the little noises he makes in his sleep are good too.

He works his way up to three fingers as well as his tongue, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his prostrate, thrusting his tongue in as deep as he can. Evan lets out a broken moan above him and he pauses, waiting to see if Evan will wake up.

He stays sleeping, and Tommy gets back to work. His mouth is aching and his face is covered in spit, and usually by now Evan would be pushing him away and begging for Tommy to fuck him, but Evan’s asleep now and Tommy can do what he wants.

A thrill shoots up his spine at the thought, and he thinks he gets why Evan was so interested in the idea from the beginning.

He rearranges himself a little bit so he can pull Evan’s hips up, giving him access to Evan’s cock, hanging hot and heavy between his legs. Tommy jerks Evan off almost frantically as he eats him out, one hand holding his hips up off the bed.

He can feel the way Evan’s body gives out as his orgasm hits, come splattering the towel Evan had thought to put down and coating Tommy’s hand. Tommy had been sure that would wake Evan up, but he’s still asleep.

Tommy manages to flip Evan onto his back without getting him in the wet spot or waking him up. Evan’s chest is flushed like it always is after he comes, and drops off his release spot his thighs. Tommy wipes them up, licking his hand clean, deciding what to do next. Evan had said he didn’t want to know what Tommy was going to do ahead of time, wanted to wake up and be surprised.

Tommy eyes the plug again, then slots himself between Evan’s legs and pushes into him, his way slicked by his own spit and the lube Evan had used for the plug, the wet noises as he thrusts in and out filling the room. Usually Evan would be speaking too much for them to be easily heard, but Tommy can hear it now, the way Evan’s body opens for him, takes him in.

As much as he’s spent the time teasing an asleep Evan, he’s also been teasing himself, and it really doesn’t take long before he can feel his orgasm building. With Evan on his back, he can hear the little noises he’s making and see the half smile he has across his face even as he’s asleep.

He bites down on Evan’s shoulder as he comes, smearing hot saliva across it, thrusting in a few more times just because he can, relishing in the way he can feel his come shifting to make space for him, leaking out around him when he pulls back.

Tommy pulls out fully, pushing Evan’s hips up to stop any more come from dribbling out, using his thumb to push in what had been forced out by his movements, grabbing the plug again to keep Evan full until he wakes up. He pushes it in carefully, twisting it a little bit so the writing faces him.

Evan’s cock is almost hard again. Tommy finds the lube, gets himself arranged so he can suck Evan’s cock deep into his mouth while he opens himself off. He doesn't want to get Evan off this way, just wants to make sure he’s fully hard, so he focuses more of his energy on himself, his impatience driving Tommy to start with two fingers as he stretches himself open, avoiding his prostrate as much as possible.

Tommy keeps his jaw relaxed around Evan’s cock, can feel it hardening, lets his spit drip down past his lips and make a mess of Evan’s hips.

Tommy gets a third finger in his hole sooner than he should, but he needs to feel Evan inside him. He has to take his mouth off Evan before Tommy makes him come again, presses his face into Evan’s thigh while he finishes opening himself up, breathes in the musk-and-Evan scent while he does.

When he’s a little more under control, Tommy climbs up the bed to straddle Evan, pushing the towel out of the way. He sinks down onto Evan’s cock, hands placed firmly on his chest, and starts rocking slowly, keeping a steady pace.

Usually when Tommy’s riding him, Evan gets this blissed out expression on his face like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Tommy loves the expression almost as much as he loves Evan. Now, though, Evan’s face is mostly slack. His body still responds automatically to Tommy’s touch though, nipples hardening as he runs his hands over Evan’s chest, a sheen of sweat building up across it.

He pushes Evan’s arms up over his head, holding on loosely to his wrists. Tommy buries his face in Evan’s chest, licking at the sweat and rubbing his cheeks against Evan’s chest hair, making his way up towards his armpits. Tommy breathes in the scent of Evan, licks at the sweat, relishing in the taste of it. He loves being surrounded by Evan, his senses completely taken over.

He rolls his hips, feeling Evan start to react to the movements. Small reactions, still asleep, but getting closer to wakefulness. Tommy sits back up, planting his hands on Evan’s chest as he rocks down with more intensity, watching Evan’s face. He wants Evan to be awake this time.

It takes a little while longer, and the help of a few love bites and pinches before Evan’s eyes start to open, then the sudden jump to wakefulness as he realizes what’s happening. He groans and grabs for Tommy’s hips, urging him on.

"Nice of you to join me this time,” Tommy teases.

"This time? What did - ah, fuck, Tommy - what else did you do?” Evan gasps, pupils blown wide, thrusting up into Tommy as much as he’s pulling Tommy down to meet him. Tommy slows down a little, wanting to tell Evan all about it.

"Well, when I came home and found you wearing that plug, I had to play with it,” Tommy says casually, pining Evan’s wrists to the bed as he tries to urge Tommy faster again. “And of course I had to eat you out too- did that and jerked you off until you came the first time.”

"Fuck,” Evan gasps again.

"And then, you were so easy to turn over, I put you on your back and fucked you, filled you up so good baby,” Tommy says, stroking his fingers gently across Evan’s wrists, “put your plug back in so you could enjoy it later.”

Evan keens, arching upwards as Tommy holds himself out of reach.

"Tommy,” Evan begs. Tommy doesn’t speed up.

"And then I opened myself up, sucked you until you got hard again,” Tommy tells him. “And I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Think you can make me feel good this time, baby?”

Evan nods frantically. “yeah, yeah Tommy.”

Tommy lets his hands go, and Evan grabs his hips again, pounding up into him like he’ll die if he doesn’t get Tommy off right now.

Tommy just hangs on for the ride, but before he knows it, Evan’s coming, filling him up as he groans below him, face scrunched.

"Too worked up to take care of me?” Tommy asks, only a little meanly. It takes Evan a second to recover, but then he has Tommy on his back, faster than Tommy can register, his mouth around Tommy’s cock as he licks and sucks, his nose pressed tight against Tommy and Tommy can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of Evan’s throat.

He pets Evan’s hair gently and lets him choke himself on Tommy’s cock, fucking his cock deeper when Evan pulls back a little, letting the warm and suction and spit carry him over the edge, spilling into Evan’s mouth and down his chin.

Evan pants above him, licking the excess off his lips, looking proud. “I can always take care of you.” He manages to get out.

"Yeah, you always do baby,” Tommy hums, reaching down for the discarded towel to wipe them down a bit, pulling Evan up so he can rest his head against Tommy’s chest. One hand drifts down to play with Evan’s plug, and Evan squirms happily. “Did you like that?”

"Oh yeah,” Evan sighs. “That was great. Thank you. Did you like it?”

Tommy answers honestly. “I did, but I think it’s more of a special occasion thing for me. I like getting to see all your reactions.”