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“Call.”
“Raise.”
A sigh. “I fold.”
“Alright, show your cards.”
There was the slap of cards on the table and a smattering of disappointing groans as cards were revealed, followed by the clink of gears as they were dragged across the table towards the winner.
“Vander?” Silco came down the stairs and approached the table where Vander and the others were sat around one of the tables in the curtained alcoves. He smoothed his hand across the back of Vander’s shoulders as he reached the table, and Vander leaned into the touch, tipping his head back to accept Silco’s greeting kiss. “It’s late. Are you still playing?”
“No one’s lost just yet. I think we’ve still got a few hands to go.”
Silco teased the long strands of hair tickling the back of Vander’s neck with his fingers. “Don’t you think you could call it a night?” he asked, giving his husband a significant look.
Vander had been hosting a weekly after hours poker night at The Last Drop for years, but they generally never ran too late, and this deviation from the norm had thrown Silco for a loop. Typically after the others had left, Vander found his way upstairs, usually riding high from a win as he had a stunning poker face, and a good read of his friends after playing together so long, and Silco reaped the benefits of that by having Vander ravage him until he was breathless and sated.
Vander looked up at Silco, giving his husband a soft smile. “Just a bit longer, love.”
Silco’s mouth twisted into a frown. He’d had a long day of tedious meetings in Piltover that day, and the one thing he was looking forward to when he got home was having Vander fuck him until his head was empty. Taking note of Silco’s obvious disappointment, Vander looked back at the others before pushing away from the table. “Go ahead and deal. I’ll be right back.” He pressed a quick kiss to Silco’s lips. “Stay here.”
Siloc watched as Vander disappeared up the stairs. A minute later, he returned with something in his hand. It took a second for Silco to register what it was, but when he did he looked at Vander with wide eyes and parted lips. “Vander,” he hissed, reaching for Vander’s hand, hiding it between their bodies.
“What?” Vander answered with a broad smile. “Just something to take the edge off. The others don’t mind, do you, fellas?”
There was muted agreement around the table, and Silco watched half mortified as Vander settled back into his chair, strapping the grinder to his thigh before holding out his hand to Silco. “Come on, now.”
Silco didn’t move. He stared at Vander’s outstretched hand, aware of the others watching him, waiting. Ultimately his desire for closeness and need to get off won out. Swallowing, he stepped forward and straddled Vander’s thick thigh, Vander’s arm coming around his waist to hold him as he got settled.
At first Silco didn’t move, but sitting impassively on Vander’s thigh wasn’t particularly comfortable, and he shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. As he did so, his cunt caught on the toy and he couldn’t bite back the quiet moan that slipped between his lips fast enough. “There you go, kitten,” Vander said encouragingly, his fingers tightening around Silco’s waist. “Just like that.”
Behind Silco the poker game continued. He listened to the snapping of cards and the clink of coins, voices calling, raising, and folding. It became a dull background roar as he shifted his hips, dragging his cunt over the grinder back and forth. It was a simple toy, an oval of maybe four inches or so with a ridge of bumps along the center. Each bump dragged along his dick as he moved his hips back and forth along it, and soon enough the only thing he was focused on was the delicious pleasure sparking along his nerves and the warm, heavy weight of his husband’s hand against his lower back.
Vander’s fingers pulled his shirt loose, dipping beneath the fabric to tease at the soft skin beneath. Silco wrapped himself around Vander’s shoulder, pressing his mouth to the fabric of his shirt to muffle his noises as he worked himself against the toy. His underclothes were soaked from how wet his cunt was, and they clung to him, dragging deliciously against him as he moved.
“Needy little thing, isn’t he?” someone said, a voice that Silco dimly recognised but couldn’t quite place through the haze of pleasure fogging his mind.
He could feel Vander’s rumbling laugh against his cheek, and Vander’s hand slipped down to squeeze his backside. “That he is,” Vander said, affection soaking his words. “Wouldn’t trade him for the world, though,” he added, turning to press a kiss to Silco’s throat. “I raise,” Vander continued, seemingly unbothered by the man in his lap.
There was movement, the slap of cards against the table, and the frustrated grumbling of those who had lost enough another round. “You must be cheating, Vander,” someone accused.
Vander laughed and the sound vibrated against Silco’s chest, Vander’s shoulder’s shaking against his cheek where his face was pressed. “Not my fault you’ve got an easy tell, Corbin,” Vander returned. He dragged his hand up Silco’s back and down again, palm broad and heavy, smoothing against Silco’s spine and lingering between his shoulder blades. Silco gasped as the ridges of the grider bumped over the sensitive head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he gasped against Vander’s throat.
“You close?” Vander inquired in a low voice against Silco’s ear. He shifted his thigh, pressing more firmly between Silco’s legs.
“Mmm,” Silco replied, not quite capable of forming words. He could feel the thick bulge of Vander’s own arousal where it pressed against Silco’s thigh. He wound his foot around Vander’s lower leg and tried to angle himself to rub against Vander with his own leg as he continued to move against the toy. Frustratingly Vander put a hand on his knee, and gave Silco a warning look, although the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.
“This’ll be the last round, I think, fellas,” Vander announced. If there were any objections, nobody voiced them.
Silco listened to the snap of cards as they were shuffled together, the whisper of the paper as the cards were dealt, and then the game once again became background noise as he teetered on the edge.
He was rolling his hips in earnest now, wanton in his movements, uncaring of the audience. He wasn’t even sure if he was making any noise, though he likely was. Silco was always noisy where sex was concerned. Secretly Silco liked that there were people watching him, witnessing how much he needed Vander, seeing the way that Vander was willing to give him what he needed regardless of circumstance. Of course, what Silco really needed was Vander’s cock, but that would come later.
As he finally crested the wave of his orgasm, teeth sinking into the thick meat of Vander’s shoulder, fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt to keep himself steady, he realised that the room had gone quiet. When he finally stilled, blinking open eyes that had been squeezed shut tight, it was to the table watching him with open mouths.
“Janna, Vander,” someone whispered reverently.
“Alright, game’s over,” Vander said firmly. Whether the game was or not, Silco didn’t know, or care. But Vander was sliding him from his lap as he stood. Silco’s knees were unsteady and he leaned against Vander as he got his feet under him. He could feel the crotch of his trousers wet and clinging to him and he grimaced.
There was a brief flurry of movement as people pocketed what money they had, dropping a few gears on the table to pay for their drinks, before shuffling towards the door.
When everyone was gone and Vander had locked up, he turned to where Silco waited by the table. Even from the door Silco could see the heat in his eyes and a shiver of anticipation went down his spine. Vander crossed the room, cupping Silco’s face in his palms and dragging him into a biting kiss. Silco wound his arms around his neck, pressing as close as he could, hands slipping into Vander’s hair.
“Impatient,” Vander said as he moved to kiss a line of down Silco’s throat. “And an exhibitionist little show off,” he added, biting at the exposed bit of collar bone where Silco’s shirt gaped open.
Silco let out a breathless laugh, tilting his head back to give Vander more skin to abuse. “You don’t—ah—usually play so late. The toy was your idea,” he reminded.
Vander grunted his agreement, sliding his hands down Silco’s body to frame his hips. “Didn’t have to make such a show of it,” he muttered.
It was no secret that Silco liked an audience, but Vander was possessive, so it didn’t happen very often. “Think they’re going to go home and jerk off to the memory of me,” Silco teased, words trailing off into a gasp as Vander hefted him into his arms.
Vander didn’t answer, moving towards the bar where he set Silco down, reaching for the buttons of his trousers and getting them undone as efficiently as possible.
“We have a perfectly serviceable bed upstairs,” Silco said as Vander tugged his trousers down his legs. The air in the bar was cool against his overheated cunt, and he shivered again.
Then Vander was working his own trousers open, and Silco abandoned any argument about their location, eyes falling to the glistening head of Vander’s cock, cunt clench in anticipation of finally having it inside him. He leaned back, letting his knees fall open to give Vander a view of the mess he’d made of himself, but suddenly he was jerked forward, and Vander was turning him over until his chest was pressed against the bar, his hips hanging over the edge.
The first brush of Vander’s cock along his cunt dragged a moan from Silco and he curled his fingers over the opposite edge of the bar. “Please, Vander,” he begged.
“This what you need, kitten?” Vander asked, dragging the head through the slick folds back and forth in an immitation of the way Silco had ground his hips against Vander’s thigh.
“Yes,” Silco gasped. “Please, Vander,” he begged again.
Vander’s hands gripped the edge of the bar on either side of Silco’s hips as he pressed inside and the stretch had Silco’s breath catching in his throat. No matter how long they were together, no matter how many times they did this, the first push of Vander inside him always left him breathless.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Vander said brokenly once he was fully seated inside Silco. He rolled his hips forward, and Silco mewled at the way Vander’s cock hit his cervix.
“Vander, please,” Silco begged once more.
“I got you, kitten. Such a needy little thing,” he said as he drew his hips back and drove back in with a rough thrust of his hips. “Aren’t you?” Vander continued as he began to set a fast pace, fucking Silco hard and deep. “Such a needy little thing? Couldn’t even wait a little bit longer before you came downstairs to beg me for my cock? Willing to get yourself off like a wanton slut in front of anyone, hm?”
“Yes. Ah! Vander!”
One of Vander’s hands moved from the bar to between Silco’s thighs, his thick fingers stroking Silco’s sensitive cock, framing his fingers around it, using Silco’s own slick to ease the glide as his cock fucked between the digits. The dual stimulation of Vander’s cock fucking into his cunt and the sensation of fucking his own cock between Vander’s fingers was quickly turning Silco’s brain to jelly. If Vander said anything more, the words washed over Silco like a wave as his entire focus turned to the pleasure between his thighs.
This. This is what he needed. Gone were the long council meetings, the hours spent listening to tiring debates between self important people. All there was was Silco and Vander and Vander’s cock filling him and the cresting wave of another orgasm washing over him, carrying the last of his worries from the day away and leaving a clean slate in its wake.
His fingers tightened around the bar top as he came, cunt clenching hard around Vander’s cock. Even as he came, Vander continued his pace, the other man’s stamina even in their later yeas, impressive as ever. Silco knew he would be sore in the morning, but for the moment it was worth it. He needed this.
Still Vander’s fingers framed his cock, forcing it between them with every thrust of his hips between him and Silco sobbed from overstimulation. It wasn’t long before he was coming for a third time, tears slipping from his good eye as pleasure tipped past the razor edge into pain.
“Too much,” he gasped, and Vander relented, moving his hand instead to grip Silco’s hip as he continued to fuck into him.
He released his hold on the bar, reaching behind his shoulder. Vander wrapped his arm around Silco’s waist, drawing him back against his chest, which only served to sink his cock deeper as the angle shifted, and Silco whined, turning his head to share a breathless, open mouthed kiss with Vander.
The new position slowed Vander’s rough thrusts into a near grind as he fucked into Silco with short, abortive thrusts. Silco melted back against Vander’s chest, content to let his body be used until Vander found his release, his mind blissfully blank as he drifted on the fading ripples of his orgasm.
Vander’s hand tightened around his waist, his cock buried deep inside him as his thrusting stopped, and Silco could feel the warm, wet pulse of his orgasm. Vander’s breath was warm against his cheek as he breathed hard. When he was done he lowered Silco to the floor, slipping out of him carefully.
Silco sagged against the bar. He could feel the slow drip of Vander’s spend between his thighs, helped only by the mess of his own orgasms.
After a moment Vander was behind him again, cleaning him up with a damp bar towel. He pressed kisses against the back of Silco’s neck and his throat as he did so. “Satisfied?” he rumbled against Silco’s ear before pulling away.
“More than,” Silco said with a breathless laugh. “You always take good care of me.”
“Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
Silco glanced at the table still scattered with glasses and poker paraphernalia. Vander didn’t seem fussed about it, so there was no need to mention it. It would still be there in the morning. He wanted Vander to come to bed, after all. No point in creating additional delay.
Vander turned off the last of the lights and the pair made their way upstairs. As they undressed for bed and settled beneath the sheets, Silco tucked against Vander’s chest, Vander spoke. “You didn’t mind what happened downstairs, did you? I know I put you on the spot.”
Silco pressed a kiss to Vander’s chest. “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to,” he assured. “You caught me off guard, but I didn’t mind.”
Vander pressed a kiss to the top of Silco’s head, his breath stirring the loose strands of Silco’s hair. “Good.”
There was a quiet moment before Silco spoke again. “Were you okay with it? You were a bit…possessive after the fact.”
Vander’s chuckle vibrated beneath Silco’s ear. “A problem of my own creation,” he said, hand tightening around Silco’s waist, pulling him closer. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I brought the grinder downstairs. But it never gets easier knowing other people are looking at you.”
“People are always looking,” Silco murmured, shifting against Vander so he could look him in the face. But I’m not looking back.”