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Bradley pushes his ass back against the vee of his husband's hips and lets out a soft keening noise he knows drives Mav mad.
Mav's hand spasms against the warm of his belly where he's spooned behind him; his little jetpack. "Bradley..." He cautions.
He knows why the older man sounds hesitant. He can feel it against the cleft of his ass. Or not feel it as is more of the case and what Mav is worried about, but Bradley doesn't care.
"S'fine, Mav."
His husband drags wet lips over the notches at the top of his spine in apology. "M'sorry, Sweetheart. You can fuck me if you want?"
Bradley whines into the pillows; reaching back to paw at Mav's waist--the soft layer of fat that covers his muscles now makes Bradley's dick drip pre-cum onto the bedsheets. "I don't care if you're not hard, Mav."
Mav huffs; sliding his hand up to cup and squeeze Bradley's tit. "I kinda need to be hard to fuck you, Baby."
"No you don't. Just fuck me soft."
He was fucking desperate for it. Mav made him so fucking horny--he didn't even have to do anything. Just having him wrapped round him all night after he'd fucked him until he'd cried the night before, had him waking up hard and leaking and hole clenching with want.
"Bradley." Mav shudders out a breath against his freckled skin. And Bradley knows Mav feels like he's a failure because sometimes old age catches up with him in a way he's too proud to take pills to help with, but he's not.
Bradley doesn't care if Mav's hard or not. Obviously he likes him hard--fucking loves it. Loves when Mav's fat cock splits him open as he pounds him into the mattress or makes his knees buckle as he fucks him over the sofa. And he loves having his airway restricted as Mav's cock presses deeper and deeper down his throat until the plump tip is practically kissing his tonsils. Loves it even more when he can take him in his mouth half-hard and can suckle him to full hardness, Mav gripping his curls tight enough pleasure-pain dances across his scalp.
But him being soft doesn't dampen his fire for him. Because he knows even if his dick isn't straining against his belly or hanging heavy between those thighs that Bradley loves being smothered by, that Mav is still turned on and just as desperate for him as he is for Mav.
And he won't allow Mav to think he isn't absolutely perfect for him in every way possible.
"I'm serious, Mav." He rolls onto his back and lifts Mav so he's blanketing his chest; nestled in between his legs where Bradley thinks he should always be. "You can just push your cock inside me and fuck me slow. I'm still wet and stretched from last night, and I promise, I'll enjoy it."
Mav looks at him, still unsure. Bradley cradles his skull—fingers playing with the grey amongst the brown of his hair—and pulls him close to kiss him; soft and slow until Mav trembles and rocks into him.
"Are you sure, Baby Bird?"
Bradley bites back a grin knowing that Mav is giving in. "Yeah, Mav. I'm sure."
Mav sighs; all fond and adoring and bites down on Bradley's nipple just to make him squirm.
"Fine. But when you're disappointed, we're stopping, okay?"
"I won't be." Bradley gasps; Mav's hand smoothing down his flank to grip his ass. "But sure."
Mav hums unconvinced, but grabs the lube; wetting his fingers and probing at his puffy hole, making sure he's slick enough by his standards. Bradley pushes back against him and spreads his legs that little bit more.
"Please, Mav." He whines when Mav brushes over his prostate, not wanting him to finger him to orgasm. He wants his cock, however he can get it.
Mav kisses him again and then hitching Bradley's hips up a bit he lines the velvety tip of his cock against Bradley's hole, and taking a breath, he pushes in.
Just a little bit; using his thumb to guide it past Bradley's rim. It's soft and warm and squishy, and feels different to when he's hard, but he clenches down around the head and Mav shudders so he knows it feels good.
Mav thumbs his cock the rest of the way in; pressing in insistently until they're flush against each other. He's not quite as long as when he's hard, but Bradley still feels full--like the fact that Mav's cock is more malleable it can just push up against his swollen muscles and fill in the spaces of Bradley that were made to be Mav's.
"God you feel good." He groans.
Mav huffs in disbelief. "Really?"
"Do I feel good to you?"
"Well, yeah but--"
"But nothing. You feel good to me too, Mav. Remember I wanted you to do this." He kisses Mav again; curling his fingers in his hair and groping his ass. Because if there's ever an opportunity to grope Mav's ass and be doesn't take it, then he knows he's dead.
"I doubt I'll be able to come, Sweetheart. So hope you're not wanting a mess."
"You will." He says confidently; patting around for the lube and pouring some on his fingers.
He skims them down the cleft of Mav's ass and then circles his hole, waiting for Mav to say no, and when he just kisses him instead; he slips them past the tight furl of Mav's rim--crooking them to rub over Mav's prostate.
His husband mewls against his lips; the way he writhes on top of him making him rock his hips back and forth--the slow, squidgy drag of his cock rubbing Bradley's insides in all the right ways.
"F--Fuck. Yeah, Mav. That's it."
Mav pants into the crook of his neck; his cock throbbing inside him even if it's still not hard. His husband's prostate is really sensitive and Bradley has no qualms about ruthlessly playing with it to give him pleasure.
"B--Bradley." Mav moans as Bradley rubs that bundle of nerves over and over. Mav can't help himself; rutting his mostly soft cock in and out--the wet squelch of Bradley’s hole clenching down around him, sucking him in deeper.
"You gonna come, Mav? That pretty soft cock gonna twitch inside of me and make me messy?"
"Jesus, Sweetheart--" Mav whines; biting down on the swell of Bradley’s tit. "I'm an old man remember? A retiree."
Bradley snorts out a laugh. "Yeah and you still fuck more than the majority of the people in the navy." He nips at Mav's bottom lip and presses down on his prostate as he grips his flaccid cock like a vice. "If I have my way, we'll still be fucking when we celebrate our twentieth wedding anniversary. Cause there's nowhere else that's more perfect than you inside me."
Mav looks at him with such awe and love in his eyes, that Bradley knows he never wants to look at anyone else ever again, for as long as he lives.
Bradley fucks back onto Mav's cock and jabs his prostate hard; kissing him rough and deep, and—
Mav comes.
He writhes and shudders on top of him; mewling into the kiss; a thin, milky fluid spurting inside him.
Mav sneaks a shaking hand in between them and fists Bradley's cock and that little extra touch, along with knowing that he managed to make Mav come inside him even when he wasn’t hard, has his body going taut--spilling hot and wet between them and making a mess of his belly and chest.
"Fuuuuuck." Mav pants; chuckling breathlessly and tucking his face into Bradley's neck.
Bradley carefully pulls his fingers from Mav's hole and strokes his back.
He opens his mouth to say I told you so, and grunts when Mav pokes him in the side.
"Don't even think about it."
Bradley laughs and just cuddles his older husband close. "Would I do that?"
"Yes." Mav glares at him weakly before flumping back down again.
"Bit rude."
"But true."
He grins into Mav's hair and presses a kiss to his crown. "Did you enjoy it though?"
Mav sighs and peers up at him. "You know I did. I still don't understand why you wanted to do that instead of you fucking me, but yes. I enjoyed it."
"I love fucking you, Mav. You know I do." He strokes and cups his beautiful face; the wrinkles of his age making him all the more beautiful. "But having you use my body for your pleasure--just filling my hole with your cock whether you're hard or not--is the fucking best."
Mav just shakes his head fondly and kisses the hollow of his throat. "I very much adore you, Bradley Bradshaw."
"It's Bradley Mitchell-Bradshaw I think you'll find."
Mav smiles into his skin. "Trust me. I didn't forget. I just thought you might have had enough of me inside you for one day."
His husband is an idiot and he's fucking perfect.
"No, Mav. I can never have enough."
"Good job you married me then."
Yeah, it was the best decision he'd ever fucking made.