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The doorbell rings. Izzy lets out a slow breath and counts to ten.
He considers letting whoever it is assume there’s nobody home, but it comes again, a more insistent, double ring of the bell. Izzy goes to answer the door.
Standing outside, looking cocky as anything, is Lucius Spriggs, the college student Ed hired to tutor their daughter in English. She’s been falling behind, it was a good idea, just - fuck , Izzy doesn’t want to deal with this right now. Not today.
“Mr Hands!” Lucius greets. He always insists on last names, but for some reason it feels more condescending than respectful coming from his mouth. Before Izzy can reply, he’s stepping into the house. “Where’s Annie?”
Izzy moves to stop him, but he’s too late. “Not here. I take it Edward didn’t call to cancel?”
“No, he didn’t.” Spriggs tilts his head, something curious in his expression, but sets down his bag anyway. Izzy bites the inside of his cheek. “Is everything alright?”
Izzy waves his hand dismissively. “He made an appointment for the wrong time. They’re out now.” He doesn’t want to go into the specifics.
When Izzy looks up, Spriggs is closer than he was now, just at the edge of an appropriate distance away. He frowns.
Edward’s always been the one to deal with Lucius. He’s the one who hired him - he’s the one who cares if their daughter gets a C in AP English. Izzy knows it’s important, for college and all, but he’s really just happy if she’s passing.
“So they’re both gone, then?” Spriggs asks, clarifying, his voice a bit quieter than it was again.
Izzy’s frown deepens.
“Yeah, I just said that,” he says bluntly. “Look, I’ll pay you for coming all the way out here, but they won’t be home for a while, so you should probably just head out.”
“Or,” Spriggs counters, instantly, “we can sit down and you can tell me what’s got you all riled up.”
Izzy’s mouth opens and closes. He huffs softly. He already has a therapist, thank you very much. He hates that enough as it is. He doesn’t need someone else in his business.
Spriggs takes advantage of the silence and takes a step toward him. “ Or you can let me help with your stress another way.”
Izzy stares up at him, trying not to splutter. This kid really thinks he’s being slick, huh? Maybe Edward had called to cancel and he’d come anyway. Fucker.
“No,” Izzy says, trying to pretend he hadn’t hesitated for a moment. “Flattering, but no.”
Spriggs doesn’t look fazed, still smiling. “Excuse me for saying so, Mr Hands, but you don’t seem very… satisfied. ” Oh, this cheeky little shit. Izzy’s hands work their way into fists, and Lucius holds his up in surrender. “I’m just saying. Not to be blunt, but you’re fucking hot, and I would love to flip that frown of yours. But I won’t push, I get it.”
Spriggs starts to turn away, and suddenly Izzy feels a wrenching in his gut, because he knows he’s going to do this. Fuck. 17 years without even glancing at someone else, and he’s going to do this, now, with the cockiest 21-year-old he’s ever met.
“Spriggs,” he says, before clearing his throat. “What exactly are you offering?”
Spriggs turns, eyebrow raised in surprise, like he’d expected to be thrown out on his ass. “Whatever you want,” he says, a grin building. “Sex, I was thinking, but I’m open to anything.”
Open to anything? That leaves things quite open. Izzy has half a mind to demand a fucking massage, because, fuck, could he use it. But he almost feels like that would be worse for Edward to walk in on, if he happened to. He’ll take the sex.
Izzy turns on his heels and heads up the stairs, not bothering to check if Spriggs is following him. He leads them into the guest bedroom, which somehow feels more and less weird.
Spriggs enters after him, already starting to undo the kerchief he’s got around his neck. He’s got this strange retro thing going on with the necktie and button up with flared pants, but it suits him, much to Izzy’s chagrin.
Izzy doesn’t know why, but he’s never liked the kid. Maybe that makes this easier. Izzy divests himself of his shirt and tries to ignore how flattered he is that he can feel Lucius’ eyes working over him. He can tell those eyes linger at the scars crossing his chest. It’s almost enough to have him putting his shirt back on.
Lucius takes a step closer, reaches out but doesn’t quite touch. Izzy stares him down, daring him, though even he doesn’t know what he actually wants Spriggs to do.
“Sorry, I just-” Lucius cuts himself off, steps closer again but lets his arm drop. They’re only a few inches away from one another now. Izzy’s gaze hardens a little. What the fuck is he apologising for? “Is there anything off limits? Any words you don’t want me to use?”
Izzy huffs a soft laugh. He feels almost hysterical. He’s about to cheat on his husband of almost two decades, and the kid is worried about words . It’s almost considerate.
“Call it a pussy and we’re done here,” Izzy says, because it actually seemed to be a genuine question, and Lucius is looking at him with a worried expression.
Lucius nods quickly, but a small smile quirks onto his lips. “Got it. Kissing?” he asks.
Izzy hesitates just a moment, but shakes his head. That seems almost too far. Not that any of this isn’t , but something about it makes his stomach flip in a bad way.
“Hey, that’s alright,” Lucius said, reaching out a hand again. “Can I touch you, though?”
Izzy tries not to laugh again, and nods. “Kind of the point here, isn’t it?”
“Well excuse me for trying to get your consent,” Lucius says, and the sarcasm in his tone relaxes Izzy enough that he doesn’t flinch when Lucius’ hand lands on his shoulder, slowly rubbing down the length of his bicep. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he says.
Spriggs pulls his hand away, then, to unbutton his own shirt. The flattery feels good, though. It’s been a long time since Ed has told him how hot he is.
The thought threatens to pull him out of all of this, but now that he’s committed to his crime, it would be a shame not to reap the benefits. He strips out of his jeans as well, pulling his underwear off at the same time, and takes the time to toe out of his socks. A few moments later, they stand naked in front of each other.
Lucius’ cock is a bit above average, just a touch smaller than Ed’s, half-hard and without a prominent curve. Izzy licks his lips softly.
“How do you want to do this?” Lucius asks, looking him over casually as he takes his cock in hand.
It’s been a long time since Izzy’s been in charge of anything. Ed’s always the one running the show in bed. Even if he’s not the one topping, he’s the one deciding what they do, how they do it. It’s different, having to choose, after all these years. He has to decide what he wants.
“On the bed,” Izzy says. “On your back.”
Lucius is quick to comply, laying on the bed and propping himself up on his elbows. He raises one eyebrow, his expression cocky. “Planning to join me, Mr Hands?” he asks, after a few moments have passed and Izzy’s still standing beside the bed.
Izzy glares down at him. “Stop calling me that,” he grunts, climbing up on the bed. Instead of straddling Lucius’ waist, though, he makes for his head, swinging a leg over the kid’s shoulder. “Let’s see if your mouth is worth anything.”
Lucius grins and licks his lips. “Yes sir ,” he says, sounding eager, before Izzy presses his cunt down over his face.
Just like that, he’s done it. He’s got another man’s tongue pressing at the seam of his cunt, delving inside.
But, look - is it really cheating if your husband is almost definitely screwing his new business partner behind your back? Despite knowing he should feel guilty - that he shouldn’t be doing this at all - Izzy just feels gratified.
He lets out a low moan as Lucius’ tongue explores him, first pressing into him and lapping at the slick that’s gathered there, before he pulls back. Lucius’ arms wrap around his thighs, gripping them, and guide him back so he can suck Izzy’s cock into his mouth.
Izzy grunts softly, pressing down into the warm lips that encase his cock. God, it feels good. It’s been a long time, too long, since he’s had this. He closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy it.
Lucius is talented, that much is certain. He knows what he’s doing with a cock like Izzy’s, or at the very least he’s an incredibly quick learner.
Izzy tries to keep himself still, up until Lucius pulls at his thighs, moving him far enough away that he can speak.
“You can move, you know,” Lucius says, leaning up to lick at his cunt again. “Ride my face, pull my hair. Go for it.”
Izzy does, then, pressing down hard onto Lucius’ face and pushing his cock back into his mouth again. He grinds down against him, reaching down to grab at his hair.
“Fuck, just like that,” he groans, as Lucius laps at the the tip of his cock, giving it all the attention of his tongue, while Izzy pushes against his mouth, almost fucking it. He doesn’t think he’ll last long like this, can already feel the alluring pull of orgasm just on the horizon, but he knows he won’t be satisfied with just one. For all his faults, even Edward manages to make him come two or three times when they actually do get around to fucking.
Lucius moans and hums around his cock, and it’s almost too much. He pulls sharply away, lifting up onto his knees. Lucius makes a disappointed sound.
“You can come in my mouth,” he urges. Then, with a slightly more desperate note. “ Please come in my mouth, Izzy.” Those big eyes look up at him earnestly from between his legs, and fuck.
Izzy presses down again, shoves his cock into Lucius’ mouth and starts to thrust again, letting Lucius’ tongue work his magic. It only takes a few seconds of this before Izzy’s gasping, his thighs trying to engulf Lucius’ head as he shudders through his orgasm.
Lucius hums, seeming quite pleased with himself as he licks Izzy through it. But as Izzy goes to lift up off his face, Lucius’ hands keep him firmly pressed down, his tongue pushing back into Izzy’s cunt.
“Fuck!” Izzy shouts, squirming and clenching around the tongue. He usually gets a break between orgasms, so the overstimulation is almost new, something he hasn’t dealt with in a while. It’s been years since Edward’s been so eager to eat him out that he’s pushed him through an orgasm just like that. But, fuck, it feels incredible.
Izzy rides Lucius’ tongue, rolling his hips but not trying to get away, letting Lucius’ hands urge him into a rhythm. They work together, and in no time at all another orgasm rises up, and it’s almost unfair how fucking good it all is.
“Oh god,” Izzy pants, hands tightening in Lucius’ hair to a point that must hurt, but he can’t bring himself to care. “Just like that, fuck, gonna come again, don’t you dare stop.”
Izzy moans his way closer to the edge, and this orgasm is nowhere near silent. He cries out as he crests again, legs shaking, his full weight on Lucius’ face as he rides out the high.
Lucius lets him go after this one. Izzy swings his leg back over his face and collapses next to him, the two of them taking moments to catch their breaths. Lucius looks incredibly satisfied with himself, and looks up at him with a goofy smile. Izzy rolls his eyes a bit.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
Lucius raises an eyebrow. “You want more?” he asks, seeming almost surprised.
Izzy huffs. “You haven’t gotten off yet, have you?” No way Lucius suggested this just to stick his tongue in Izzy’s cunt.
“Well, yeah, but if you’re done-”
Izzy rolls his eyes again. “What do you want? Mouth or cunt?”
Lucius licks his lips and grins, seeming to consider. “If you’re offering…” Izzy raises his brows, waiting for him to get on with it and answer. “Your cunt. Whatever position you want.”
Izzy rolls over onto his knees again, but bends over, putting his ass in the air. It feels less personal than being face to face, and his knees won’t last long enough to ride Lucius until he comes. Maybe it’s too vulnerable of a position, but he feels justified when he hears Lucius groan.
“Fuck. Okay,” Lucius says under his breath, shifting up onto his knees. His hand comes down to Izzy’s ass, strokes it, and then there’s the telltale sound of a hand moving on a cock. “Shit.” Lucius suddenly pauses. God, what now? “I don’t have a condom.”
Shit. That is an issue. Izzy hasn’t thought about condoms in fucking years. Ed got a vasectomy soon after Izzy gave birth, neither of them wanting to risk condoms again after the very apparent failure of one. Birth control has never agreed with Izzy’s system, the side effects too strong. He’s been on T long enough now, and he’s old enough that it shouldn’t be a problem, but, fuck, should he risk it? Should he risk that the kid isn’t clean, too?
“You can pull out,” he says. He knows it’s stupid, but, fuck , he’s already been stupid today. What’s one more thing? “Come on my ass. Fuck me already.” He looks over his shoulder, sending a pointed expression at Lucius.
Lucius wastes no more time, the blunt tip of his cock nudging against Izzy’s cunt, rubbing up and down once before he starts to slide it inside. It’s good, not too much of a stretch, nothing Izzy can’t take. The shape of it is different enough from Ed’s that it’s exciting. He clenches around it once Lucius bottoms out, pausing to adjust, waiting for Izzy’s go-ahead.
Izzy nods, folding his forearms under himself and pressing his face into them. “Fuck,” he breathes, pushing back against him. “C’mon. Fuck me.”
Lucius’ hands move to grip his hips, and he slowly pulls out. “Aye-aye, cap’n,” he says, the cheeky little fucker. Izzy rolls his eyes - or at least, he tries to, because then his eyes roll back as Lucius slams back inside him.
The pace is quick from then on, exactly what he wants, what he needs. Even with Ed, the sex is never gentle, but it’s been a long time since he’s been with someone with enough stamina to keep this up.
“ Fuck, ” Izzy groans. Lucius is grunting with exertion behind him, but the pace doesn’t falter. Izzy’s eyes slide shut as he lets go and just takes . “Just like that, fucking give it to me .”
Lucius manages to fuck him faster, then, harder, the angle shifting until Izzy can’t help but cry out. He’s going to come again, just like this.
Izzy shifts onto his shoulders, pushes an arm under him, and rubs at his cock, and he’s right there.
“Fuck, Izzy,” Lucius moans, his voice higher than it had been before. “God, you feel good, I’m not gonna last…”
Izzy clenches around him and comes, biting his lip hard to keep himself from crying out. A moment later he feels Lucius pull out, and then warm streaks over his ass as he comes with loud moans.
“Fuck,” Lucius emphasizes, his hands sliding over Izzy’s hips. “I swear, I usually last longer than that.”
Izzy snorts, holding his position only as long as it takes to catch his breath before he pulls away and reaches for a tissue. He pulls a couple from the box and shoves them back at Lucius, who dutifully cleans the come off of his ass. Good lad.
“Thanks,” Izzy grunts, not sure himself if it’s for cleaning him off or for the compliment. It does heighten his ego a little to know his cunt made Lucius come quicker than usual.
He tips over onto his back again, grabbing another tissue to clean the slick from his cunt and thighs. Lucius kneels in the middle of the bed for a few moments, regarding him.
“This was fun,” Lucius says. Izzy raises an eyebrow. “I should go.”
Izzy sighs softly and nods. “You should,” he agrees. It feels strange, to just send him off like this, but who knows when Ed and Annie will be home? He can’t risk it.
Lucius, to his credit, just nods and climbs off the bed, starting to get dressed.
Izzy clears his throat. “You can use the bathroom, if you want. To clean up.”
Lucius flashes him a grin. There’s still some slick in his beard, after all. “Thanks,” he says, clearly holding back something . Izzy watches him curiously as he goes to the en-suite and makes himself look presentable, before returning to the bed.
“You can say I wasn’t here at all. Mr Teach did tell me not to come,” Lucius says, tying his kerchief back around his neck.
The little fucker. He had known. So why had he come in the first place?
“If you want this to happen again, well,” Lucius shrugs and grins. “I’m open. You have my number.”
Izzy holds his tongue. “Right,” he says, not letting on any further. Because he doesn’t know himself, if he wants this to happen again. He knows he shouldn’t. But he knows he’ll be tempted.
Lucius’ head tilts, but he’s at the door. Izzy doesn’t stand.
“I’ll see you, Izzy.” There’s still a bright grin on Lucius’ face as he leaves.