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Last night had been rough.
Not rough as in emotional , but rough as in Colt-is-fucking-drunk-and-horny-again . Of course, neither of those were exactly foreign to Porco—he’d dealt with Colt at his worst in both cases, and, hey, he’s still alive—so he’d simply given the blond some space for the day so he could rest. The poor man was such a lightweight, and his hangovers were absolutely brutal.
Normally.
Apparently, last night’s escapade hadn’t had much of an effect on Colt; this was made painfully clear as Porco neared Colt’s room, a bottle of water in hand. He’d been mentally chewing himself out for not bringing two—he was almost certain that Colt hadn’t had anything to eat or drink all day—when his thoughts were abruptly interrupted with a sound that, initially, concerned Porco. It was definitely coming from Colt’s room, but he wasn’t sure what it was at first.
Then he heard it again.
The concern dissipated almost instantly, replaced with a burning embarrassment that made his face feel like it was on fire. Oh.
From the other side of the door he stood in front of, he could hear poorly concealed moans; it was almost as if Colt wanted to be heard. Porco, who had always considered himself straight, was a little nervous when he wasn’t disgusted by the sound. He’d turned and started to walk away, of course, as any respectful individual would, but something about the way Colt sounded made him hesitate. The moans were edged with soft panting, and the noise itself was breathy and whiny. Even more terrifying was the fact that they turned Porco on.
He faced the door again, though he didn’t make any movement to get any closer. If anyone were to see him right now, he’d definitely look like a creep; his face was beet red, his body rigid, and his dick already hard. His breath was shaky as he listened to the moaning continue.
“Ah, fuck . . .” Colt’s words came out in a breathless whine.
He glanced up and down the hallway before setting the bottle on the floor and tentatively inching closer to the door, soon finding himself with his ear pressed up against the wood. Fuckin’ hell, I’m such a creep.
Almost immediately, Porco could hear a soft—but still aroused, of course—laugh come from inside. He was confused for a moment, but then Colt spoke:
“I can hear you breathing out there,” Colt said. The other man paled. Shit!
Porco held his breath, not sure if he should say anything.
“Don’t you wanna come in?”
Shockingly, Porco realized that, yes, he did want to go in. His hand rested on the doorknob and he hesitated—again—before slowly pushing open the door, not knowing what he was about to see.
What he saw made him freeze in his tracks.
He’d expected to see Colt naked, of course. He’d also expected to see him pleasuring himself in some way, but he wasn’t expecting to see Colt laying on the bed, legs dangling off the edge. A vibrator laid beside him, obviously recently placed there and definitely only just turned off.
Colt lifted his head when the door opened. He looked smug. He looked hot .
“Hurry up before I change my mind,” Colt huffed, freeing Porco from his trance.
Unable to move his stare from Colt’s naked form, he shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor before stumbling forward. The blond giggled at his eagerness, sitting up and pulling Porco into a deep kiss as soon as he’d gotten close enough. An amused snort came from him when he heard Porco make a strange, unexpected noise, almost like a whine.
Once Colt pulled away, Porco realized that he hadn’t said a single word yet.
“. . . hi,” Porco breathed. Another giggle.
“Yes, hi,” Colt teased, pulling Porco over him. “I didn’t know you liked men.”
Porco frowned. “I don’t.”
“Then what’s this?” Colt purred, his hand slipping down to give Porco’s bulge a soft squeeze. Porco groaned and pushed his hips forward, practically humping Colt’s hand. Colt looked surprised. “ Wow , you’re even hornier than I thought. It’s a shame you’re straight, though. I don’t think straight guys fuck other guys.”
It was then that Porco decided he wasn’t straight.
“Fine, whatever,” Porco muttered, kissing Colt roughly as he fumbled with his belt.
Colt’s hands ran through Porco’s hair as they kissed. Porco normally would’ve snapped at someone for fucking up his hair, but he strangely didn’t care at moment; especially if it was Colt.
He was suddenly reminded of every fantasy he’d forced to the back of his mind. Every dream where he’d had Colt pinned to the bed, fucking him hard , marking up that perfect, flawless skin. Speaking of which . . .
Porco pulled away from the kiss, only to almost immediately lean back down and begin to bite and suck at Colt’s neck. The slender man let out a whine, and it was then, too, that Porco decided he really wasn’t straight. Colt’s hands moved to tug at the waistline of Porco’s pants, urging him to hurry up and get the damned things out of the way. Porco obeyed, kicking them aside and crawling over Colt, still busy with the blond’s neck.
When he finally sat back for a moment, he gave a satisfied grin before meeting Colt’s gaze. “Lube?” he asked. The sixth word he’d said to Colt all day.
Colt reached over to his nightstand, where a small bottle of the stuff had been waiting. Instead of handing it off to Porco like he’d expected, Porco was surprised to see Colt reaching down, down, until— damn . Slender fingers wrapped around his cock, and Porco gave a soft whine.
“You’re taking too long,” Colt whined, slicking Porco’s dick with lube. Porco was trembling at this point, as embarrassing as it was, and pulled the other man closer to him as soon as he’d finished with the lube.
He kissed him again, this time being less rough and more deliberate. He pulled Colt’s legs to either side of his hips, silently adoring how his fingers sank slightly into the man’s squishy thighs—thighs that would, no doubt, be his biggest weakness going forward—and slowly began to push into him, pulling away from the kiss so that he could look at Colt.
Colt’s tiny gasp only added to the blinding arousal Porco had been ailed with since the start, and the suffocating tightness coupled with the moist warmth drove him crazy. An agonizing few moments passed before Porco was fully inside of him, and part of him was terrified that he was going to cum already. How horrifying would that be?
“Come on,” Colt whined. “ Please .”
Fuck , he liked that. He really liked that.
“If you insist,” he breathed, slowly pulling his hips back before pushing forward once more. The sounds Colt made in response to each thrust were almost enough to make him give in to the urge to just slam into him repeatedly.
“Faster,” he heard Colt whimper. He obeyed.
Now, Porco could hear the sounds from earlier in person. This time, he had the pleasure of being the one to cause those sounds. His thrusts became harder, and soon Porco had forgotten all about his earlier hesitation when it came to pounding Colt into next week. No matter how rough he got, the taller man seemed to want more.
“You like this, huh?” Porco hissed. “Getting fucked like the whore you are?”
A low whine caught in Colt’s throat. “Yes,” he gasped. His nails dug into Porco’s shoulders, which urged him to keep being rough.
“Fuck, you’re made for this, Grice,” he growled. “I should keep you in my room and use you whenever I need a good fuck . . .”
“I’d run off,” Colt breathed. Oh, so he was a brat? He could work with that.
Porco gripped Colt’s throat, squeezing slightly, but not enough to fully cut off his air supply. “The hell you fuckin’ would,” he spat. He was slamming into him now, and he loved the look of pure pleasure on Colt’s reddened face. “I’d hold you down and fuck you so good, you’d never want to leave.”
Colt looked like he was about to break. “I’ve had worse done to me by better,” he hissed, voice strained.
Another growl formed in Porco’s throat. He leaned down, biting down hard on Colt’s neck. Part of him felt guilty as his teeth sunk into the soft flesh so deep that Colt had let out a pained wail, but the other part of him was smug.
He moved his hand away from Colt’s throat, once more focusing on biting him as much as physically possible as he kept fucking him.
It wasn’t long before Colt arched his back, letting out a wail as he came, painting both of their stomachs in white. Porco quickened his pace, growling against Colt’s skin as he thrusted as fast and hard as he possibly could, his voice trembling as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Cum inside,” Colt breathed. “Cum in me, Pokko . . .”
With fuckin’ pleasure!
With a grunt, Porco gave a final thrust before releasing inside of him. His entire body shuddered and he was frozen in place for a few moments, light-headed and breathless. He didn’t remember cumming like that in years .
He let go of Colt’s neck, leaning back and wincing at the amount of marks he’d given him. He must’ve lost control, because more than half looked genuinely painful, but Colt didn’t seem to mind. Even though the last bite had drawn blood, Colt hadn’t asked him to stop, nor did he shove his face away. By the look on Colt’s face—eyelids heavy, face red, lazy smile gracing his features—Porco was sure the other man was as into it as he was.
Porco pulled out, tugging his pants back up before collapsing next to Colt.
“Pokko?
“Mhm?”
“You’re not straight.”
“Nah.”