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Andrew more often than not could smother a thought if it inconvenienced him enough. So when the compelling idea of Aesop Carl bent over for his use came to him in a dream this morning, he did what he might do when the notion of something stressful came to mind. He smothered the thought, all morning, all afternoon, evening and night. It was like a flame begging for oxygen.
He began his day with a meal, a fresh change of clothes, and the vivid imagining of what Aesop looked like without clothes and lustful. He combed his hair, said a prayer and joined his partner for their drive to work. Aesop recounted all to be done throughout the day, their heaping loads of work respectfully listed one at a time. Andrew thought that the firmness in his voice when handling business matters was somewhat similar to how he sounded behind closed doors while making requests or demands for pleasure.
Once arrived, Aesop dropped Andrew at the far end of the property belonging to the Carl Family Funeral Parlor, where the cemetery ate away at green fields, littered with headstones and marble tombs.
Andrew was saddled with numerous tasks each day. Tend to the flowers at every grave, discard the wilted, clean headstones as required, scraping lichen and the grasps of earth from their surface. Thus preserving their memory from erosion. There were also a number of gravesites to exhume, while preparing to begin these most arduous tasks, another unwarranted daydream ran wild in his mind. The embalmer's hands on his skin, a pleading in his eyes that did not belong. Desire looked almost as unnatural on him as it did Andrew; as if there was no one else meant to elicit want from him. No one but the grave keeper.
Work went on in this pattern of being productive until hazy delusions made home in Andrew's mind. He quieted them to the best of his ability, only entertaining each one mildly for a minute or two before getting his head back on straight so that he could go about his job.
Between grave sites, whilst walking to each, Andrew lamented on the long work day and wished he could slip back into the dream which had woke him this morning. In his dreams, there was no reason to shove away the devious delights which aroused. Many number of minutes or hours could be spent considering the shape of Aesop’s body, the manner in which his flesh surrendered to Andrew’s touch. The nature of his voice speaking to the effects of Andrew's hands all over him.
“Andrew!”
His name startled him as it came from the voice he'd been playing in his head, saying much more obscene things than a name. The grave keeper stood straighter where he was, walking one of the worn paths through the grass. He raised his hand in a wave as he found the sight of Aesop walking out into the graveyard, time must have passed faster than Andrew had realized because now that he was properly looking around, he noticed the sky had fallen darker. It would be pitch black outside soon knowing England.
“Hello? Through for the day are we?”
“We're taking no more clients in the last hour of the day, I have some paperwork to catch up on, I figured I may as well check on you to see if you were fit to turn in for the day while I scrawl out some signatures on a hundred separate sheets of paper?”
Andrew gave this consideration and mulled over what was left for him to do which was so little and by no particular deadline that it could stand to wait another day. He had hardly been thinking clearly all day. Perhaps he did need to rest.
“Yes, I think that would be alright. I’ve done most of what we planned in the morning, night will fall shortly. Perhaps I can help you inside?”
The last sentence he said with a playful tone, somewhat of an inside joke. Aesop preferred to complete tasks himself, he felt better about their accuracy if he oversaw each miniscule detail.
“Yes, your company will serve plenty. I'll follow you to the shed.”
Andrew had to turn his shovel over to the small wooden structure displaced to the eye by a planned patch of trees. As to not disturb the image of a stately resting place with its rickety shape, holding the tools which sank the bodies of loved ones into the ground. The task was over with quickly, Andrew arranged the tools he’d used prior in the day and closed the wooden door, securing it with bolt and chain to prevent intruders.
Andrew walked around the patch of trees, finding Aesop poised beside a great marble tomb, he seemed off in a distant thought, wrapped in the notion of whatever it may be.
The grave keeper counted the short number of steps it took to stand near him, feeling his heart flutter as he became mesmerized by the sight of the man who he began and ended his days with.
“Something on your mind?”
Slate grey eyes blinked before turning upward to find level gaze with red irises. The voice which asked the question snapped him from his thoughts, bringing him to the present moment, Andrew- which had been the focus of his daydreams approached him. Being on uneven ground, Aesop stood at eye level as they were.
“Yes actually. I’ve been distracted most of the day.”
Andrew’s brows lifted, curious to know what thoughts played in his beloved’s mind. Stepping closer, removing his gloves as he did, Andrew stole Aesop’s hand into his own.
“By anything in particular?”
Aesop squeezed the hand holding his own, taking in a slow breath of courage.
“Particularly, I have been contemplating the moments we’ve shared, behind closed doors.”
Andrew felt his skin warm with a flush, he hadn’t thought Aesop the type to allow himself a distracted mind, even less did he anticipate that lustful moments could be the source. Andrew twined their fingers, eyes absorbing the other man’s complexion, warming with colour in the same way the grave keeper’s own skin had.
“How strange we both seem to have spent our entire day contemplating the same things.” Andrew said, wistfully, a gleam to his eyes and a certain tone of disbelief in his voice.
A quiet laugh tumbled from Aesop’s lips, a smile enveloping his mouth, hidden by a mask for a moment before he pulls it down.
The mortician leaned up to his partner’s ear, a hand swept Andrew’s hair away from the shell of his ear, fingers dancing over the edge. “You must be aching.” Aesop let go of Andrew’s hand, instead he drug his palm flat over the grave keeper’s body, prying the man’s thick coat apart along the way.
“If you feel the same way I do.. My clothes are soiled with the want you’ve stirred.” Daringly, the embalmer dragged his tongue along the man’s ear, his travelling hand slipping past the heavy black coat to palm over Andrew’s cock through his trousers. He was hard, not to his full length quite yet. He must have been making a large effort all afternoon to prevent a pained arousal.
“I would have been a thing desperate if not for my patience.” Andrew quietly admitted, hips gently rolling into the friction provided to him. A faint groan left his partially parted lips.
“Patience left me wet and wanting, can you help me Andrew?” He nipped at the man’s ear before he decided to steal Andrew’s lips in a kiss, the kind of soul searing one that implored desperate tongues and the clamour of mouths. His hand that peeled back the blonde’s hair now sought out the larger man’s hand, guiding the limb to the front of his trousers.
Andrew took the hint and popped the button there, then dragged down the zipper. Exploratory fingers went between thighs, tracing the shape of Aesop’s body through his damped briefs. Andrew moaned into the meld of their mouths, dick twitching in interest as he considered how slick Aesop was for him.
Aesop rocked his hips into the touch, breaking their kiss to press their foreheads together, the both of their breaths mingling as they picked up with passion, the pair equally grinding into each other’s hand.
“More, Andrew, I need more.” Aesop got the words out between panting breaths, feeling himself grow wetter as his anticipation grew.
Andrew made a sound near a growl, hands taking Aesop by the hips, lifting his body to sit upon the low marble tomb he previously only leaned against. Aesop kicked his own trousers lower, shoving his underwear down with them, watching as Andrew tugged his cock free from his pants, abandoning the clothes in a similar fashion to his partner.
Wasting no time, Andrew lined himself with his lover’s glistening entrance, gently sliding just the tip of himself past the seam of his lover’s heat. A hollow sound of pleasure tumbled through the gravekeeper at the euphoric feeling of tight wet heat wrapping his arousal. The embalmer held his legs apart before kicking off the slacks that hung around his feet, opting to lace his legs around his partner’s hips, tugging him closer.
“Go on, bury yourself in me.” Aesop reached for his partner’s cheek, luring him into a kiss as the man sank further into him, Andrew hadn’t needed to be told twice. Aesop took him to the hilt, something so pleasant that Andrew had to bite down on the sound that threatened to leave him, breaking the sloppy kiss Aesop drug him into. Andrew licked his lips and drew back his hips before ploughing forward with force, knocking air from the embalmer’s smaller form.
Andrew did not let up, the sounds of their bodies meeting filled the quiet air of night that settled around them both. The cool marble beneath Aesop warmed because of his skin but did not prevent the goose flesh that rose along his tender skin. This was the most private portion of the cemetery, tucked behind the row of trees that shadowed the shack, in the lowest portion of the field practically sank away from the wandering eye from passersby on the nearby streets. There was little to worry over. There were no living eyes to prevent them from claiming what they’d craved for hours on end.
Aesop rolled his body into Andrew’s slamming thrusts, the mortician rolled his head back, his hands skimming his own torso still hidden from view. His thumbs dragged over his bound chest, his sensitive nipples still electrified by the touch even through his few layers. Andrew could hardly believe the moment was real. Surely he would wake up soon having relieved his desires in the bedsheets back home. But no, this was precisely his life. He could smell the damp earth that collected dew around them. He caught whiffs of Aesop’s distinctive scent, and could feel the firmness of the man’s body beneath his hands, his fingertips treading the curve of bare hips.
Aesop contained himself, only allowing humming moans to echo through him though the pounding of his insides surely demanded screaming. His hands sought out the other man, searching his body in no named order or determination, his only purpose being that of grounding touch.
Andrew’s balls drew tight as his sex repeatedly buried into the heat of Aesop’s dripping cunt. He would only last so much longer.
“It’s okay, give me everything, Andrew.” It was a hurried, hushed whisper, Aesop’s voice tight as his body rode the waves of pleasure that brought him closer to his own release. He could feel the way Andrew’s cock head carved out the deepest places inside him, the drag as it left unimaginably pleasurable. Each forceful pull and push brought Aesop close to an orgasm unlike any other he’d endured. The knowledge that Andrew had been aroused as long as he had, and the knowledge that this act of theirs was terribly risky, horribly demoralising and filthy left Aesop in the most desperate state. His body longed for divine release, a thing that was promised as Andrew’s dick shoveled away at his throbbing hole.
A sob of pleasure wracked the larger man’s body as his thrusts fell into a quicker uneven rhythm, with the same force as before. Aesop grappled for Andrew’s body, gripping his clothing to stay steady under such delicious brutality. A choked sound tore through the mortician as his rapture began, an undoing of the knot that had woven in his stomach earlier in the day. Andrew continued on with increased vigour, soon spilling his own release, unloading it deep in the embalmer who whined beneath him, feeling warmth flood into him. The gravekeeper only stilled long enough to drench the mortician's cunt within, immediately following his release, he slowly began to thrust once more, fucking his seed into the man. Aesop sighed, lavishing in the added slick and warmth that Andrew’s spend provided.
“Good boy” His tone was cut and dry, airy from exertion- though intoxicating with its level of stoicism following such an invasive exchange. Andrew keened and watched his cock sink back into the embalmer’s waiting heat. It didn’t take long for Andrew’s dick to find renewed interest, the sight of his release dripping from the man, and being forced back in was enough to make his arousal twitch to life and demand further satisfaction.
“Oh fuck- Andrew-” Aesop’s head lulled back once more, revealing the attractive sight of his pale neck, the muscles tight there, his whole body drawing taught like a rubber band as his limits were tested.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.” Andrew confided, biting his lip after the words were free, returning his attention to the act of degradation as he bottomed out again on the feeling of his partner’s drenched sex.
Aesop laughed, a noise that riled Andrew up further, he yanked on Aesop’s hips implying that he wanted a change in positions, Aesop complied. The mortician now laid on his back, against the cool marble casket, his legs still effectively hooked around the grave keeper. From this angle, Andrew could press impossibly deeper, a feeling so enthralling Aesop had to bite his sleeve to keep himself quiet as the man above him snapped his hips violently into his abused sex. The feeling became too much too quickly, leaving Aesop a writhing disaster- though Andrew kept him firmly in place, hands gripping his thighs severely. Perhaps there would be finger shaped bruises to remind them of this event to find later on.
Aesop pressed his palm flat to his mouth as another orgasm was ripped from him. His eyes rolled back, his hips twitching into the rocking of the other, hot fluid spilt from where they connected, gush after gush as Andrew fucked into his puffy pink cunt. Andrew could not help the trifle of open mouthed moans that left him as he found his own messy release, emptying loads of white into the other, until his own release ran hot and clear, filling the mortician’s sullied pussy, making a mess of their clothes beneath. Andrew rocked his hips in a slow pattern, delighted by the wet sounds and slippery feeling of their sexes combined.
Aesop hummed in delight, grinding into the intrusion of his beloved for a moment before he sat back up and the pair of them separated.
Both breathing heavily, Andrew tucked his dick back into his pants. Afterward, he wrapped the embalmer in his long trench coat as his partner’s clothes were beyond wearing once more.
“That was wonderful. And I cannot allow it to happen again.” This was Aesop, who sounded only slightly debauched as he righted himself, buttoning Andrew’s trench over his own smaller form.
“Far too risky, yes. But it was something I will certainly never forget. Thank you for that.”
“Mhmm” Aesop leaned up to kiss the grave keeper’s cheek. “You’ll be cleaning this before we go home, meet me inside when you’re through. Then, we will head home for the night.”
Andrew nodded in confirmation and watched as his partner strode headlong back up the hill towards the funeral home. This memory was certain to haunt him. The simple shade of stone which the tomb had been made of would conjure devilish imaginings. The sort which were sure to inspire fresh waves of arousal. Yes, they could not let this become a habit.