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Hangman straddled Rooster, arching his back as he pulled off his undershirt, pleased to see that Rooster was watching closely. Rooster was already completely naked under him, he had pretty much ran out of his clothes before hopping on the bed. Hangman made more of a show, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt and kicking off his shoes, all as Rooster watched hungrily.
“Fucking finally,” Rooster breathed, running his hands over Hangman’s torso.
Hangman just smirked, leaning down to kiss him again. Rooster hummed happily, hands still wandering over Hangman’s skin. Hangman reached into the bedside table blindly, running his hands inside before finally pulling back. He pushed Rooster back down when the man tried to follow him up before leaning over the side of the bed, rolling his eyes when he saw the lube half laying under the bed.
He grabbed Rooster's arm and leaned over, grabbing it and pulling himself up. “How hard is it to put it back?”
Rooster ignored the question, his eyes glued to Hangman’s chest as he slyly ran a hand up and pinched his nipple, making Hangman let out an undignified squawk. Rooster just snickered under his breath, dropping his hands to rest on Hangman’s hips.
Hangman rolled his eyes, uncapping the lube and pouring some on his fingers. Rooster’s smirk fell as he watched Hangman reach around himself, not quite being able to see far enough, but by the soft sigh that Hangman let out he knew what he was doing.
Rooster groaned softly, running his hand over Hangman’s legs, barely scratching his nails over the skin to keep himself busy. Hangman let out some sighs and groans above him, making Rooster’s skin buzz as he waited.
Finally after what felt like forever Hangman was straightening himself back up and throwing the lube off to the side somewhere. Rooster decided not to tease him about the fact that he was definitely the one that got it stuck under the bed in the first place. He inhaled sharply when Hangman stroked him slowly.
He gripped Hangman’s hips as he began to sink down, not stopping until he was fully seated, both of them letting out small moans. “You look so good,” Rooster moaned as Hangman pulled himself up and fell down again, “always look so good.”
Hangman groaned, leaning back and putting his hands on Rooster’s legs as he set a slow pace. Rooster was breathing heavily from his mouth, eyes lidded as he watched Hangman like he was some fucking god.
Hangman slowly sped up, finally accepting the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to tease Rooster very long. Rooster moved his hands from his hips and up his abs, not doing anything except running his fingers over the skin.
Rooster does this thing, making Hangman feel like he’s being worshiped while they are in bed, where he runs his fingers over Hangman’s body like it’s the first and last time, like he’ll never see anything this beautiful ever again. The touches always leave Hangman with goosebumps and hearts in his eyes.
Rooster bent his knees, planting his feet on the bed and catching Hangman off guard with a small thrust. Hangman curled in on himself at the sensation, Rooster hitting his prostate dead on. “Fuck,” Hangman swore, leaning forward and steadying himself by planting his hands on Rooster’s chest.
Rooster grinned below him, repeating the action and pulling a long moan out of Hangman’s throat. Hangman continued to grind down the best he could as his legs slowly turned to jelly, Rooster leading pretty much all the movement by lifting Hangman up and dropping him back down.
Hangman moaned, falling forward as Rooster sped up, face resting in the crook of Rooster’s neck. He let out little moans with every thrust, completely giving up on moving himself. “Fuck, baby, love you so much,” Rooster whispered in his ear as he thrusts became more sporadic.
Hangman let out a broken moan, mumbling incoherently into Rooster’s neck. “Come on, cum for me baby,” Rooster said, wiggling a hand in between them and stroking Hangman quickly.
“Oh fuck,” Hangman moaned, biting into Rooster’s shoulder as he came.
Rooster followed quickly after, fingers digging into Hangman’s hips, and Hangman smiled lazily at the fact that there would be new bruises over the fading ones.
They laid together for a while, slowly catching their breath as Rooster drew lazy circles on Hangman’s back.
After a minute Hangman groaned, his knees aching. He finally pushed himself just enough to roll off of Rooster and onto his back next to him. Rooster turned his head and looked at him, a smile on his face, “you wanna shower?”
Hangman groaned again, not sure that he could stand up even if he tried. Rooster chuckled, “you want me to clean you up instead?”
Hangman smiled and nodded slightly, closing his eyes and sprawling out as Rooster got out of bed. He cracked his eyes back open, smirking as he caught a glimpse of Rooster’s ass before he disappeared into the bathroom.
He opened his eyes again when he heard Rooster’s bare feet padding across the floor, chuckling slightly at Rooster’s hair that was sticking up six different ways. Rooster knelt in bed, slowly running the warm cloth over Hangman’s stomach and legs, being extremely gentle. “Roll over.” Rooster mumbled, to which Hangman just groaned. Rooster just rolled his eyes, “you’re such a princess.”
He felt Rooster hook his arm under his shoulder and flip him over before running the cloth over his ass. “You love me.” Hangman mumbled into the bedding.
He heard Rooster let out a fond laugh and pause, “yeah, I do.”