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"Do I seem like I don't want to fuck?" Eliot asked, sliding his palm over one of John's tattoos. "Because I like to think I carry myself as someone who always wants to fuck."

"You do seem a little eager," John chuckled against his lips before kissing him. As he did, he brazenly cupped his hand over the ridge of Eliot's erection.

Eliot groaned softly into his mouth. “You want it too,” he accused.

"Oh, you're not wrong," he exhaled. A twist of his wrist and he grabbed Eliot's waistband to drag him to the bed.

Eliot allowed himself to be dragged, and then breathed, "I want to suck your cock." Because he really, really did.

"I won't stop you," John goaded all the way to the dark and comfortable bedroom.

Once they were there, Eliot dropped to his knees in front of him and began undoing his trousers. "You should tell me what you like."

"I like a bit of everything," he said. "Rough is good. So is sweet. I want to enjoy you."

Eliot pulled out John's cock and began stroking it slowly. "Yeah?" he said breathlessly. "Should I make you come then? Or do you want to wait until you're fucking me?"

"Don't make me come. I don't want to until I'm deep in you," he rasped, a bit breathless with anticipation.

Eliot's lips curled into a slow smile. "I'll restrain myself then," he said, and wrapped his lips around John's cock.

John's knees went weak as Eliot's lips wrapped around him and he stumbled a little. To steady himself, John grabbed the other man by the hand.

"Jesus Christ," he choked.

Eliot smiled around his cock and squeezed his hand as he kept going.

John's eyes rolled back and he got lost in the pleasure of it. Eliot was gifted and John was sure that given the opportunity, the man would make him tumble.

"Please," he whispered breathlessly.

Eliot pulled away and looked up at him. "Please stop?" he murmured. "Please stop before you can't stop yourself? Please stop so that you can fuck me like you've been wanting to all night?"

"You've got the mouth of a sinner," he gasped.

"Stop...stop. Yes, fuck, get in bed..."

Eliot smiled at him. "I am most certainly a sinner," he said, and began to strip off his clothes as he moved towards the bed.

John stripped to nothing and moved in on him. He paused long enough to grab some lube, then was on him, kissing him hungrily.

“Fuck yes,” Eliot groaned into the kiss. “Fuck me. Now.”

John wasn't in such a rush. He took his time fucking him slowly, first with one slick finger, then another. He wanted to drive him mad.

"Are you desperate?" John tauntd, purposely hitting his prostate.

Eliot moaned shamelessly, and squirmed underneath him. “Yes… are you? Do you want my ass?” He was breathless.

"God, yes," John exhaled, moving so he could slide in. When he was balls deep, he rasped.

"Mine now..."

Eliot grasped the mattress and pushed back against him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, take whatever you want… fuck me hard, I can take it,. .”

"You can? You better," John growled, taking hold of his hips and jerking him back agains tevery pouding thrust.

"Feel it? I'm gonna breed you like a fucking bitch," he rasped, a bit breathless as he started to lose any semblence of thought.

It had been… a long time, since Eliot had been treated like this and for a second he wasn’t sure his he felt about it, but then… nothing but arousal. Pure lust.

“Yes,” he ground out, teeth gritted. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Come on me, inside me… all night, John, please…”

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