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The place was ridiculous as well as gorgeous—huge and sprawling with gardens and pools and spectacular views everywhere you looked. Not that he saw much else than a flash of the lobby and some corridors before Josh unlocked a door and dragged him through it, shoving him up against it before he’d barely had time to shut it.
“You smell so good,”Josh told him, pressing him back against the door and going for his belt.
“I’m not wearing… any cologne,” Tyler managed, pushing his head back into the hard wood as his neck was ravished.
“I know.” He pulled off the belt and popped open the button on his jeans. “You smell like you—it’s fucking amazing.”
Tylers eyelids drooped and his head went a little woozy when Josh flipped him around, shoving him back up against the door and reaching around to finish the job on his fly. “Jesus, Josh, are you going to fuck me right here?”
“Right here,” Josh confirmed in a low, purring voice.
Tyler gasped a little when his pants and boxer-briefs were yanked down, shivered when he stroked his thighs on the way back up.
“I plan to fuck you on every viable surface of this room—”
“Only the viable ones?” he managed, hearing his own heartbeat in his voice.
Josh chuckled in his ear. “Getting greedy already?”
Tyler closed his eyes, breathing deeply, letting his head hang back. He made a soft, helpless noise when Josh kicked his feet wider apart.
“Perfect. That’s perfect. Stay just like that.”
Easier said than done. The way his cock was filling and stretching without even having been touched, the way his bare ass jutted out to keep his cock away from the door, and the way he ached, it didn't make things easier.
“You are so fucking pretty,” Josh said softly, almost conversationally. With his eyes closed there was no way for Tyler to know what to expect, but despite that the sudden intrusion of warm, slippery fingers caught him by surprise, and he pressed up against the door, scratching a little at the wood.
“Don’t move.”
Tyler froze, his breath caught high in his throat as Josh fucked him with his fingers, faster and deeper than he usually did. There were trickles of lube down his thighs, and his ass felt super-sensitive without any of the usual prep they went through. Vulnerable and tender flesh, relaxing and tensing over and over until his cock was fully hard and it was impossible to keep his hips still.
“Mmm… You want it?” Tyler tried to lift his head, and failed—too heavy.
“I… Josh. Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
He choked a little, “Yes.” Saying it was like breaking free, and he kept rocking himself back on fingers that just. Weren't. Enough.
“I could give you just the tip of my cock, and you’d fuck yourself stupid on it, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.” That was practically a sob, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Josh’ fingers were so good in him, and he needed, needed—
He cried out much louder than intended when Josh grabbed his hips and drove into him—hard and hot and huge and his spine buckled and his knees pretty much gave up but between Josh and the door he stayed right where he was, groaning softly while Josh held him hard, not giving him room to even squirm.
“You’re such a hot little slut,” Josh breathed in his ear. “With your tight ass and your mouth that just doesn’t want to say all the things you want done to you… you want… fuck.” Josh squeezed him tighter, teeth settling into the curve of his neck.
“Yeah—”
Josh hand moved from his hip to his cock, squeezing hard. Tyler moaned and fucked into Josh fist with all the strength he could manage, his thighs shaking and his hips circling helplessly, between the two sources of pleasure.
“You can come anytime,” Josh told him. “I’m just gonna keep fucking you.”
He managed one breath, two, before his hips went crazy and he was moaning loudly and coming, throbbing and aching. Josh groaned in his ear and shoved him against the door and fucked him harder, then let go of his cock and wrapped one arm around his waist to pull him back, tilt him at a better angle to fuck into him.
“You feel so good,” Tyler mumbled, tingling everywhere with his eyes half-closed and his still-throbbing ass so full. “You feel so good in me.”
His head spun again when Josh turned him away from the door and folded him right down onto the throw-rug that covered the hallway. He didn’t even miss a stroke, just took his hips again, fucking him deep and fast.
Tylers arms were shaking too badly to keep him upright, so he let himself slide down until his forehead rested on the backs of his hands, his body jerking and twisting when the angle changed. “Oh, fuck—Josh, right there, it’s too much, oh God—”
“You can take it,” Josh panted behind him. “You gonna come again?”
Yes. “No… ahh…”
“Open up.” A tiny sting on his knees as he spread, pushing back to take as much of Josh’ cock as he could, the angle too good to resist.
“You want to come?”
“No, I… please…” tears were forming in Tylers eyes, wetting his hands.
“Please, what?”
“Please let… me come...”
Josh held him still, fucking him slow and luxuriously, ignoring the way he shivered and slid and tried to move.
“Do it—come for me. Just like this.”
That was impossible, then it was impossible not to. He let himself gasp and shake and moan, let everything wash through him until he went over the edge, and it was too fast and too soon but it was so, so good—one throb after another while Josh gasped and then groaned and then came deep inside him, while they rocked together on the floor.
He didn’t remember Josh turning him over, but the next thing he knew they were kissing softly, one kiss after another between gasps for breath. When Josh finally pulled back from him, his face was flushed, hair sticking to his forehead. “I love you so much,” he mumbled.