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They'd never done it like this before; making meaningful conversation at a fancy restaurant, awkwardly flirting over drinks at a wine bar after, giggling and shushing one another as they stumble home holding hands.
Way found it unnatural, so far removed from what he's used to that he faltered at every turn, bumbling and floundering through every word despite Pete's reassurance.
This, though? This, Way could do.
Smirking, he drops to his knees at Pete's feet, the door barely locked behind them, confidently pulling his belt from his buckle and popping the button beneath it before tugging down the zipper.
He licks his lips, looking up through his eyelashes as he snakes his hand inside to pull out Pete's cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.
The hallway is only dimly lit by the lamp on the console table, but Way can see all he needs to in the amber glow of the bulb: Pete's eyes already dark and hooded, his chest rising and falling in breathless anticipation, his cock filling out in Way's palm.
Yeah, this, he could do.
Pulling down the foreskin with his thumb, Way laves his tongue over the head of Pete's cock, relishing the gasp it elicits from above him, the thud as Pete's head drops back against the wall.
He doesn't stand on ceremony, desperate to do this since he'd first seen him that evening, he wraps his lips around Pete's cock, his hand working the length of him.
“Fuck,” Pete breathes, his fingers sliding into Way's hair, mussing the style as they wrap around the ebony strands.
Way hums, forcing Pete to suck a breath through his teeth, his grip tugging at Way's scalp, sending a tantalising tingle down his spine.
Closing his eyes, he tries to ignore the way his own cock leaks behind his zipper, the way the teeth dig into his sensitive flesh.
Then Pete is chanting his name, and Way can't help but reach down to release himself one handed, moaning around the weight of Pete's cock as he encircles his fist around his own.
Pete pulses into his mouth, staring down at him, his mouth open on ragged breaths, watching in enraptured awe as Way pleasures the both of them simultaneously.
He feels it before Pete declares it, his hips stuttering, his voice gravelled from behind gritted teeth.
“I'm going to come”.
Yeah. This, Way could do.