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He plastered himself to Joq’s naked back. Chris was still fully dressed so his shirt buttons rubbed roughly on bare skin, his jacket lapels hung around them. He kissed Joq’s throat, ghosted his lips over his ear as he whispered, “Relax.”
Joq gave a full body shudder and pushed back.
Chris slid his hands down, gripped Joq’s hips and yanked him back onto his dick.
They both groaned as he buried himself to the hilt. He thrust, but stayed close. The smacking of his clothed groin pounding into Joq’s ass in the darkness of the dining room sounded muffled. The street light cast them in a glow as they panted together roughly. Chris grunted as he fucked him as hard as he could in the position; punching audible breaths out of him.
He wasn’t going to last and if this was the time he lost all interest, well, it was a way to go he thought as he pulled back, grabbed Joq by the hips and fucked into him so hard Joq was scrabbling at the table for purchase.
Joq gasped, his head pressed to the side on the table, his breaths creating a damp patch of moisture on the wood.
Chris hammered into the spot and felt Joq starting to come in the way he arched and squeezed so tight around his dick.
“Fuck, really?” he panted out and fucked him with long, punishing strokes as he listened to Joq’s come hitting the tiled floor.
His own orgasm built from the base of his spine, his dick sliding into that tight, wet heat. He pulled Joq back and held him against his groin as he started to come. He rocked in, buried himself as deep as he could go with little rolls of his hips, aware of Joq panting and pushing back to meet him.
As he came down, he pried one hand off Joq’s hip and ran it through his hair, held Joq tight against him with the other.
Joq glanced back and met his eyes. His face was cast in the blue glow of the street light, eyes catching the light and seeming amused.
“You alright there?”
Chris rocked forward. Joq pressed his face back into the wood to cover his groan.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, returning the favour from when Joq did it to him.
Joq lifted his head again, and Chris thought he rolled his eyes.
Chris tugged him back against him.
“Good?” Chris asked.
Joq waved a hand back, screwed his eyes shut, but stayed where he was, pliant and accepting against the table. Chris laughed, pulled out slowly and ran a soothing hand up and down Joq’s bare back as he did so. Joq pushed himself up.
Chris leaned in to kiss him. He was in it before he felt surprised by it. He pulled back, made short work of the condom, tied it off and looked around for a bin.
Joq took it from him.
“Thanks,” Joq whispered against his lips—and Chris answered by wrapping him up and pulling him into a deeper kiss.
“Hang on,” Joq pulled away, kicked his pants off and untangled himself. “I need to get rid of this and get changed.”
“I can stay then?” Chris asked, a hand reaching for Joq’s hip.
“Yeah, I’m getting you back for that,” Joq replied and moved down the hall, his naked body gleaming in the darkness.
“Looking forward to it,” Chris said to the empty room and tucked himself away. He removed his jacket and hung it over a chair as he welcomed the feeling of wanting to stay, to settle in, to do it again.
Joq was stretched on his couch in casual jeans and a white shirt, his feet in Chris’ lap, one of Chris’ hands rubbing his foot as the other flicked through channels.
“Not the game,” Joq said as the night’s football game in Queensland came up.
“I don’t like football,” Chris said absently as he scrolled past it and settled on an old action movie.
“You don’t?” Joq asked.
Chris dropped the remote beside him so he could focus on Joq’s feet. “Nope, sacrilege, I know, but I boarded at Eaton, then went to Cambridge, so I’m afraid it’s real football for me,” he smiled at Joq watching him. “I mean, if I have to watch sport. I’d rather do than watch.”
