his lips across Clint’s face until their mouths met and then he slipped his tongue into Clint’s mouth. “Mmm. Perfect morning.”
“In that case, you take the living room.” Clint handed Hawk the garbage bag. “I think the kitchen’s worse.”
***
“Ready to go?” Hawk asked as he walked into the laundry room where Clint was bagging up the dog bowls and food.
“What’s that?” Clint tilted his chin toward the two duffle bags in Hawk’s hands, both straining at the seams.
“I packed your clothes and bathroom stuff.”
“You must have my whole closet in there.” Clint set the dog supplies down and walked up to Hawk. “I’m coming over for two days and I was planning on spending them naked.”
Hawk’s blue eyes darkened and his nostrils flared.
With his gaze glued to Hawk’s, Clint cupped the growing bulge in his jeans. “Hear something you liked?”
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” Hawk warned.
“Oh yeah?” Clint tugged on Hawk’s fly, popping all the buttons open. “What’re you going to do to me?”
Before he knew what hit him, Clint was flipped around, shoved against the washing machine, and disrobed from the waist down.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Hawk pinned Clint’s wrists against the washer, suckled on his ear, and thrust his groin against Clint’s bare ass.
An involuntary sound escaped Clint, one he refused to characterize as a needy whimper no matter how much it resembled exactly that.
“Sounds like you agree with my plan.” Hawk licked a swath up his neck and then bit it. “Don’t move.”
The heat of Hawk’s body slid away, Clint heard his duffle being unzipped, and then Hawk was back, spreading his ass open with one hand and slicking his hole with the other.
“Glad I found your lube,” Hawk rasped.
“Me too.”
“You good without a rubber?”
“Fine on my end.” Clint grunted when a finger was pushed into his hole. “But you know I was fucking Ewan up until a couple of weeks ago.”
“You go bare with him?” Hawk asked as he twisted his finger and brushed against Clint’s gland.
“Never,” Clint answered breathlessly.
“He ever top?”
“Nuh-uh.” Clint shook his head.
Hawk’s finger came out and a slick, hot cockhead pressed against Clint’s hole instead.
“There been anyone else?”
“Not in close to a year.”
“Then I’m not worried.”
Slowly, Hawk pushed inside, his long, thick cock spreading Clint open inch by inch.
“Oh fuck,” Clint moaned, dragging each word out. “I missed this.” He widened his stance and tilted his ass up, giving Hawk as much room as he possible. “Feels so good.”
“Christ.” Hawk bottomed out and laid over him, his chest against Clint’s back and his mouth next to Clint’s ear. “Nothing’s ever felt this good.” He trembled and circled his hips. “Not sure how long I can last inside you, baby. You’re so damn hot and tight.”
“’S okay.” Clint clenched his ass, adding sensation to Hawk’s dick and making him gasp. “I’m already close.”
“Going to be hard and fast,” Hawk warned as he straightened. He gripped Clint’s hips and moved him back until Clint’s cock hung over empty air and only the upper half of his chest lay on the washer. “Brace yourself.”
Clint grabbed onto the sides of the washer as Hawk made good on his promise, pulling out of his hole and slamming back in, his pace punishing and relentless.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Clint shouted, the pleasure and passion too big to keep inside.
Behind him, Hawk grunted and panted, somehow managing to plunge in even deeper while grazing Clint’s gland on every pass.
“Going to fill you up.”
“You already are.” And not just his ass.
“Clint,” Hawk moaned. “Love you.”
“Oh, Jesus, please,” Clint begged, knowing all he needed was one touch to his cock and he’d explode, but unable to release his grip on the washer to bring himself off.
“I have you.” Hawk snaked one hand under Clint’s
“In that case, you take the living room.” Clint handed Hawk the garbage bag. “I think the kitchen’s worse.”
***
“Ready to go?” Hawk asked as he walked into the laundry room where Clint was bagging up the dog bowls and food.
“What’s that?” Clint tilted his chin toward the two duffle bags in Hawk’s hands, both straining at the seams.
“I packed your clothes and bathroom stuff.”
“You must have my whole closet in there.” Clint set the dog supplies down and walked up to Hawk. “I’m coming over for two days and I was planning on spending them naked.”
Hawk’s blue eyes darkened and his nostrils flared.
With his gaze glued to Hawk’s, Clint cupped the growing bulge in his jeans. “Hear something you liked?”
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” Hawk warned.
“Oh yeah?” Clint tugged on Hawk’s fly, popping all the buttons open. “What’re you going to do to me?”
Before he knew what hit him, Clint was flipped around, shoved against the washing machine, and disrobed from the waist down.
“I’m going to fuck you.” Hawk pinned Clint’s wrists against the washer, suckled on his ear, and thrust his groin against Clint’s bare ass.
An involuntary sound escaped Clint, one he refused to characterize as a needy whimper no matter how much it resembled exactly that.
“Sounds like you agree with my plan.” Hawk licked a swath up his neck and then bit it. “Don’t move.”
The heat of Hawk’s body slid away, Clint heard his duffle being unzipped, and then Hawk was back, spreading his ass open with one hand and slicking his hole with the other.
“Glad I found your lube,” Hawk rasped.
“Me too.”
“You good without a rubber?”
“Fine on my end.” Clint grunted when a finger was pushed into his hole. “But you know I was fucking Ewan up until a couple of weeks ago.”
“You go bare with him?” Hawk asked as he twisted his finger and brushed against Clint’s gland.
“Never,” Clint answered breathlessly.
“He ever top?”
“Nuh-uh.” Clint shook his head.
Hawk’s finger came out and a slick, hot cockhead pressed against Clint’s hole instead.
“There been anyone else?”
“Not in close to a year.”
“Then I’m not worried.”
Slowly, Hawk pushed inside, his long, thick cock spreading Clint open inch by inch.
“Oh fuck,” Clint moaned, dragging each word out. “I missed this.” He widened his stance and tilted his ass up, giving Hawk as much room as he possible. “Feels so good.”
“Christ.” Hawk bottomed out and laid over him, his chest against Clint’s back and his mouth next to Clint’s ear. “Nothing’s ever felt this good.” He trembled and circled his hips. “Not sure how long I can last inside you, baby. You’re so damn hot and tight.”
“’S okay.” Clint clenched his ass, adding sensation to Hawk’s dick and making him gasp. “I’m already close.”
“Going to be hard and fast,” Hawk warned as he straightened. He gripped Clint’s hips and moved him back until Clint’s cock hung over empty air and only the upper half of his chest lay on the washer. “Brace yourself.”
Clint grabbed onto the sides of the washer as Hawk made good on his promise, pulling out of his hole and slamming back in, his pace punishing and relentless.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Clint shouted, the pleasure and passion too big to keep inside.
Behind him, Hawk grunted and panted, somehow managing to plunge in even deeper while grazing Clint’s gland on every pass.
“Going to fill you up.”
“You already are.” And not just his ass.
“Clint,” Hawk moaned. “Love you.”
“Oh, Jesus, please,” Clint begged, knowing all he needed was one touch to his cock and he’d explode, but unable to release his grip on the washer to bring himself off.
“I have you.” Hawk snaked one hand under Clint’s
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