Deleted porn squared, part I.
He levered himself up to his knees, grabbed Naim’s hips and sat up on his feet, dragging Naim with him, never breaking the contact, only jarring them slightly. Naim breathed heavily and lifted himself onto his elbows, watching, eyes wide, his pretty pink tongue glistening as it touched his upper lip. Deck stilled, and let his eyes swallow the sight of Naim; honey and gold skin, flushed and glowing with sweat. Thick, coal black hair, tangled and wild down his back, silky over his eyes, prickly, and rough across his cheeks and chin and sweetly curved upper lip. And those eyes…those fucking eyes—black and hot and too big. Those infinite black eyes that seduced and consumed him from the first day, and Deck was completely and willingly possessed by them.
He reached out and touched. Fingertips gently, lightly brushing the line of shining black hair below his navel, and he watched the skin of his own fair, rough and slightly freckled hand light and pinkish against the dark, graceful ridges of Naim’s stomach, clenched and trembling under his touch. “I don’t understand…” his voice was raw and needy.
Naim blinked heavily, dazed and overcome by Deck’s eyes sliding over every part of his body, the feel of his hot hands, touching lightly, tickling, and his heavy, solid cock, buried almost too deep in him. His belly quivered. “Wh…what?” He breathed and gripped his legs harder against Deck’s hips.
Deck’s fingers tripped and fluttered over his stomach and chest, sliding and dancing down, touching his cock lightly, like a feather. Naim shuddered, gooseflesh breaking out across his skin like a puff of breath. “You’re so beautiful. You’re always so beautiful…” Deck wished he had words and poetry to tell Naim what he saw. To explain the sinful and sacred beauty that he saw.
Naim turned his head slightly and looked away, breathing shakily and shuddering again, smiling shyly and loved. He let himself fall back to the bed, arching like a cat, and rubbing his calves sensuously against Deck’s sides and hips, signaling for him to move. He’d been still forever and his fingers barely swept along Naim’s dripping, desperate cock. “You’re a shameless voyeur.” He smiled and jarred his hips up, his back sliding along Deck’s thick, strong thighs, moving Deck inside of him.
Deck mewled in the back of his throat but didn’t give yet. “I never used to be. It’s all your fault.” His voice was low and raspy. “Stop being so fucking beautiful and I’d be able to focus more.” He sounded like he meant it. Naim bucked.
His hands moved along the insides of Naim’s thighs, tight and tense, and he gripped them, massaging deeply, just looking. He trailed his fingers back up tickling Naim’s groin until he twitched and squirmed, trying not to laugh. Deck smiled as his fingers slid lightly up that smooth, rigid and crying cock, and Naim sighed and squeezed his legs, pushing Deck deeper. He soaked up the vision of flesh and Naim, panting and wanting him, and felt himself thicken more.
His eyes finally rested on where they were joined. He slid out of Naim slowly and only slightly, watching the thin skin of his cock stretch and pull as he trembled, clenching the hand that still gripped Naim’s thigh tighter. Pushing back and catching his breath, Deck was hypnotized by the image of his magnificent lover’s body taking him in, smooth and tight, hot and throbbing around him. He whimpered helplessly, and pulled back again. Further now. Watching his cock, shiny and slippery, the skin pulled tight by Naim’s constricting body; it was rigid as stone, painfully swollen and livid, aching to shove back inside. Home. Deep and endless because it was never enough. There wasn’t enough Naim.
He watched, feeling what his eyes took in, wavering on knees weakened by raw palpable need. Deck flexed his hips again—just a twitch, torturing himself, tormenting Naim who pleaded with him to touch and move. For long moments he felt powerless to do anything but watch. His fingers continued to tickle and brush, petting Naim’s cock, absent thought as Naim rocked, thrusting against him, his body begging for the flow of movement.
“Deck…Deck…please fuck me. Please…” Naim urged, breathless and moaning from his chest. He reached out to him, trying to touch and grab hold of some part of him, clenching his legs against Deck’s ribs, thick smooth black hair catching and rasping on his skin. Deck shook at the sound of his name, reluctant to move his eyes from the stunningly animalistic vision of his own cock, glossy and slick, entering Naim. Veined textures and, deep colors, disappearing into dark tawny flesh, and the contrast to Naim’s smoky, and powdery smooth cock, bucking with the jolts of his body.
He finally looked up. Naim’s eyes wide and on him, his face pleading and vulnerable, and Deck suddenly, desperately needed to feel more of him. He braced himself on one knee and leaned forward, sliding almost completely out of that tight, delicious ass. He grabbed Naim and pulled him up, face to face, chest to chest, Naim in his lap, and they clutched at each other like the world was falling, Naim’s legs twining hard and strong around his lower back. He let his weight fall heavily down onto Deck. They hissed and sighed and whimpered, breathing into each other’s mouths, warm and wet, tongues lapping lazy and thick against one another.
Naim rode Deck, slow but deep, Deck meeting him, matching him, working, moving, gasping, loving, feeling, all equally. Bodies and mouths rubbed and slid together, Deck’s arms wrapped across Naim’s back and low, clutching at a hip, Naim’s hooked under Deck’s arms, and over his shoulders, using his sweat-drenched body as leverage.
The room grew humid and the smell of men and sex dripped off of them with their sweat and panting, raspy moans. Sliding and losing his grip, Naim whimpered, awkwardly reaching between them and up, clamping onto a fistful of Deck’s hair, trying to find leverage. He yanked roughly, and Deck groaned and laughed as he came suddenly and hard.
Naim jolted, surprised, and stared at Deck’s face as he laughed and gasped his way through a magnificent orgasm, pounding deeply, clutching at Naim and arching his head and back.
He fell backwards onto the bed, still grunting and laughing, his body still seizing and shoving at the melting, stinging throb rolling through him. Naim straddled him and watched, entranced by the glee on his face, torn between his own greed and the satisfying delight of watching Deck, panting and chuckling beneath him.
He blinked at Naim, and grinned hugely. “I don’t know what happened!” Deck laughed, breathless.
Naim snorted, the pressure pushing Deck, softening and wet, out of him. They both groaned and Naim’s hips bucked involuntarily into Deck’s belly and he whimpered and chuckled. “That was…new.” Naim snorted again, blinking and shaking his head.
Deck laughed again, then growled and flipped Naim to his back, scooting down and taking him into his mouth in a giant swallowing gulp. Naim shouted and groaned, laughing as well. “Oh god fuck yes!” Deck sucked him hard, laving and lavishing, dragging his mouth up as he sucked voraciously, Naim’s cock delicious and reeking of sex. Growling and humming, Deck shoved three fingers into his ass, dripping and slick with his come. Naim snarled, wild and mindless, clutching Deck’s head in his thighs and the sheets in his fists. Digging hard and rubbing his fingers inside of Naim, probing his outrageously luscious ass, Deck gulped and swallowed like a starving man, craving nothing more than the taste and feel of this perfect man, pouring down his throat.
Naim whimpered and grunted low with each powerful suck of Deck’s hot mouth and the rhythmic stroking of his fingers. Panting desperately through his nose, he had to force himself not to buck up and shove his cock deeper and harder into the hot wet suction. His mind chanted Deck’s name, but he could speak nothing, his teeth gritted and clenched.
Sliding his mouth up and hard once again, Deck pressed deeply into Naim’s prostate, and his hips shot up helplessly as he shouted once, keened, then cooed Deck’s name, surging and spouting come. Deck swallowing thirstily. Naim writhed and whimpered softly, thrusting gently into Deck’s mouth, who groaned and swelled slightly again, rubbing himself into the sheets.
Naim collapsed, panting, as Deck licked and lapped and purred like a kitten. It never ceased to surprise and delight him what an open and greedy lover Naim was. With so much fear and so many reasons to be hesitant about sex, Naim always, always met and matched Deck’s eager enthusiasm for touch and play, sweet, soft love making, relentless, wild fucking and everything in between.
He lay his head high on Naim’s thigh, feeling high on Naim, and sLorking, he blew teasingly on his now soft, still cock.
“Gah!” Naim jolted and kicked, too sensitive for such nonsense. “Cheeky fucker!” He chuckled as Deck crawled and kissed his way up his body, slowly turning them on their sides, wrapping his arms and legs around Naim, face, as usual, buried in his hair.
Deck hummed. “You have the best cock ever!” he nodded happily into Naim’s hair.
“I’m pretty attached to it.”
Deck snorted. “Hmmm, me too!”
They were silent and content for a minute.
Deck threw his head back and laughed again. “I don’t know what that was! Like you said…that was really new!”
Naim looked up at him, pulling back slightly. “Really? Never did the hair pulling thing before?” He gave Deck the suspicious eyebrow.
“Nope. Well, not like that.” He pulled his hand from Naim’s hair and rubbed his own head, making a face. “You’re a lot stronger than you look!”
Naim laughed and touched Deck’s head where he was rubbing it. “Oh now you make a face? Because ten minutes ago, you bloody well came like a monster!
“I know!” Deck was genuinely baffled. “The hell?!” He stopped and thought, while Naim chuckled. After a minute, he looked down at him very seriously. “I think you’re gonna have to do that again. Ya’know, just to see.”
Naim closed his eyes and shook his head for a second. He sighed, trying not to laugh. “The hair pulling specifically, or roughing you up in general?”
Deck looked thoughtful and Naim was surprised. He lifted himself onto an elbow, fascinated. “Um.” Deck started. “Try the hair thing again.” He nodded thoughtfully. “I dunno…I think it’s just you though, yaknow?”
“No.” Naim shook his head. “No I don’t.” He was looking down at him, once again contemplating Deck’s rampant insanity.
“Well like, there was one time…” Deck shifted and lifted himself on his elbow, Lorroring Naim. “It was just some guy I met at a club. Turns out he was into some stuff I never really tried before. So I figured, ‘okay, can’t hurt to give it a shot, you never know…’ and he busts out these nipple clamps…”
“Stop.” Naim closed his eyes and grimaced.
“What?” Deck looked at him, curious, and mildly alarmed. It was too easy sometimes, in the normal course of conversation, to forget that there were things that could bring up hurtful memories for Naim. He started to mentally berate himself, and tried not to look too distressed; he didn’t want Naim to feel he had to comfort him.
“Just…I don’t need all the details. You did, or did not like it?”
Deck frowned, a little confused. “I did not.” He replied. “I mean I didn’t…”
Naim interrupted him again with the silent eyebrow.
“…It just didn’t do anything for me one way or the other.”
“Okay. So no nipple clamps then?”
Deck laughed, relieved, but unsure of what exactly just happened. “That’s what I was trying to say.” He chuckled and ran his free hand in Naim’s hair and down his neck. “I think it’s just you. Cuz now, if I think about it, I’d totally do nipple clamps if you want me to! Shit…I think I’d love it if you wanted me to!”
“I’m fine without the nipple clamps Deck.” Naim stated simply, shaking his head in amusement. “But if you want to try it, or you want me to yank on your hair again, I will be happy to do that.” He nodded, realizing there was very little he wasn’t happy to do with Deck.
“Okay, but I think you have to mean it.” Deck was thinking again.
“Mean it?! I don’t understand. That was an accident, I didn’t mean it just now. Not like I was trying to hurt you…”
“No I know! I’m saying like, you have to…you can’t just yank on my hair randomly, right? …or maybe you can…Hm.” Deck looked befuddled and Naim had a thought.
“You…have you not…” He frowned. He was still learning to feel comfortable having frank discussions about sex, and what he was thinking was surprising the hell out of him. He sighed, pulled his legs from Deck’s grasp and sat up. “Deck. I’m getting the feeling you haven’t experienced a lot of…innovation before…” This was completely backwards.
Deck latched onto Naim’s hands, rolled on to his back, still very thoughtful, and chewed on his lower lip. “Hm.” He thought some more. “Maybe…maybe not. Hell, I always thought me bottoming was kind of…” He gave Naim a look. “…Innovative.”
Naim looked surprised. “Really? Just…really?” He frowned.
“Well, yeah. I mean I’m huge right? It was always like that automatically made me top. I never even really thought about it until…” He paused. “Shit, I think I was probably about twenty-three or four. I was dating this Italian guy, Massimo, and…”
Naim interrupted. “Stop.”
“Just…broad overview Deck, I don’t need to know everything.”
Deck frowned again. Why the hell wouldn’t Naim just let him tell a goddamn story? “O. Kay. Well, that was the first time I bottomed, even though he was smaller than me…” Naim sighed heavily and made a face as Deck continued. “It totally blew my mind! Like, wow.” He grinned. “That guy man…he was hot…”
“STOP TRYING TO TELL ME ABOUT ALL OF YOUR PREVIOUS SEXCAPADES!!” Naim reached out and smacked him in the head, looking not at all happy.
“Ow! What?” Deck rubbed his head again. “I’m just trying to explain…”
“You can explain without listing off every detail about every man you’ve ever shagged since you were four-bloody-teen!” Naim was annoyed at just how snippy he sounded.
“Fifteen, and I’m not!” Deck sat up, leaning on the headboard. “I was just saying that…” He stopped and looked at Naim, the light dawning. Naim’s mouth was tight and he was glaring as he pulled the blankets up, covering his lap. “Oh shit.” Deck squinted, and tried not to grin. “I get it.”
“Get what? There’s nothing to get. We’re having a normal conversation in which I am just now discovering that your sexual history, while prolific…” he glared harder, “…is really rather vanilla. I just don’t need all of the various and sundry details about every single man in said vanilla history.”
Deck wasn’t the least bit offended; he was too busy loving every second of it.
“Jealous.” Now he did grin, crossing his arms, entirely too pleased with himself.
Naim Lorrored him, crossing his own arms, and sitting up straighter. He’d match cheeky with haughty any day. “Deck. I am not jealous. I’m simply trying to learn about…without all the...you’re an asshole.”
Deck laughed. “You are totally jealous!” He reached out and grabbed Naim who tried to pull away, but Deck wasn’t having it. He nuzzled and cuddled Naim until he settled in and let him hold him, then he nuzzled and cuddled more.
“I’m not jealous Deck.” He muttered, still annoyed. “Jealous is… it’s feeling threatened or envious. And I’m not.” Deck swept a hand across his warm, bare back, laughing in his head at the absurdity of the idea that there could be anyone else he would want. “But,” Naim sighed, grudgingly. “I can live without the visual of you with another man.”
“I’m sorry love. I wasn’t thinking.” Deck murmured, his lips against Naim’s forehead. He pulled back and held Naim’s face. He was tickled by Naim’s jealousy, but wouldn’t take advantage of it; it wasn’t worth risking hurt or sadness. “I don’t think about anyone from before. Ever.” Naim looked embarrassed, and Deck nuzzled their noses together. “I don’t want to, I don’t need to. I have a belly full of your jizz and that makes me fucking happy.”
Naim snickered at Deck’s poetry while Deck wrapped around him once again, turning to his back and pulling Naim on top of him. “Thank you for that cupcake. Although the image in my head of you in nipple clamps is quite brilliant.” Naim laughed.
Deck chuckled. “Yeah. There was this little chain thing. They kinda looked like jumper cables.”
Naim laughed harder, his face in Deck’s chest. “Plus your nipples are unusually small so…”
“I know! They kept falling off!” Naim lifted his head and rested his elbows on Deck’s chest, his face in his hands and shaking with laughter. “Pretty shitty for a clamp!” Deck shook his head, chuckling, not at all embarrassed or concerned about the size of his nipples.
He suddenly had a thought. “Hey wait.” He put his hands in Naim’s hair, lifting his head to meet his eyes. “We don’t have vanilla sex do we? Like…you’ll tell me if you want to do something, right?”
Naim grinned. “No. We do not have vanilla sex. And I haven’t had any trouble so far, right? I think I tell you when I want something. But you have to do the same.”
“I told you, you gotta try the hair pulling thing again!”
“I know. And I will, I promise.” Naim laughed, “But you didn’t tell me you wanted to bottom.” He pointed out. “Well, not until I offered. In front of bloody everyone, and that turned out so well.” The eyebrow went up.
“Heh. Yeah, that turned out really well!” Deck grinned lasciviously.
“That’s not what I meant.” Naim rolled his eyes. “And look at you! You’re such a lecherous bastard, yet you didn’t even ask for something you wanted.” He gave Deck a look. “Badly.”
Deck snorted. “Eh, I guess it just never occurred to me. I’m used to topping. Besides…” He trailed off uncertainly.
“Well I, ya’know, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable is all. I’m not sure…” He squirmed a little, knowing he was treading awkward ground.
Naim sighed and sat up again. Close and leaning on Deck. “Yeah. I know. And I’m sorry for that,” He took Deck’s hands in his, and stuck his elbow in his ribs when Deck went to interrupt, already emphatic. “Don’t start! We’re…we’re in this together right? Isn’t that what you’re always saying?” Deck nodded, pressing his lips together. “Then you can’t apologize, or not say something you want to say, or cut me all the slack all the time because you’re worried you might say something to upset me!”
Deck squirmed some more, really wanting to speak. “I really am sorry Deck. I’m sorry that you have to try to navigate what may or may not freak me out, and I’m sorry that you probably will say something that will freak me out. But I still want you to be able to talk to me—about anything.”
“But some things just don’t matter that much.” He kissed Naim’s fingers.
“If it’s something you’re thinking or feeling or wanting, it matters. Regardless of what it is. You had no problem asking me straight out if I loved you, but you did have a problem telling me you wanted to bottom, and you fucking love that. And that matters because I want you to be happy.” Naim spoke very seriously, and wondered how it was he was able to talk about these things at all, let alone with the greater ease he was feeling.
“I am happy!” Deck argued. “We have awesome sex!”
Naim grinned. “Yeah. We do.” He freed one of his hands, and leaned his head on it, resting his elbow on Deck. His hair fell over his shoulder, tickling Deck’s chest. “But people always say that time changes things with couples. I’ve never been a ‘couple’ before so I don’t really know what to expect.”
“Naim. Don’t be stupid.” Deck ran his free hand through Naim’s hair, and his pulse quickened. “I will never get tired of you!” He laughed at the ridiculous thought. “I’ve been in love with you pretty much since day one, and I fall more in love with you every day.” He dragged his hand slowly out of the thick, heavy black mass and touched Naim’s mouth. “And lust is part of it. You’re hot as shit, and I’ve never, never wanted anyone as badly as I want you. All the fucking time.” He grinned again, feeling his cock thicken just looking at Naim.
“I just don’t want you to ever end up feeling like you have to go somewhere else for something you’re not getting from me.” Naim’s eyes were big and slightly anxious.
Deck just blinked at him, unable to conceive of what he was talking about. “Yeah. That’s not gonna happen.”
“Yeah. I think I kinda do.” He ran his fingertips along Naim’s mouth, his soft lips contrasting wonderfully with the sharp stubble of his night-time beard. “Okay, look.” Deck thought of something. “When they were all trying to figure out me bottoming,” they both snorted lightly and Naim shook his head, rolling his eyes, “you said that you didn’t like ‘that one way’ they were thinking of. What exactly did you mean?”
Naim thought about it, glad that Deck was asking even if he felt uncomfortable answering. “Well,” he started slowly. “I don’t really like…” He twisted his mouth to the side, struggling, but determined. “I don’t like the…the hands and knees thing.” He watched Deck watching him and felt relieved that Deck didn’t look terribly disappointed.
“For you or for me?” Deck asked simply.
Deck nodded, starting to know Naim well enough to feel like he understood. “Because it’s…it’s really…” Naim bit his lip, hoping Deck understood. “It’s impersonal. Is that it?”
Deck nodded again. “I can see that. I get that.” He said thoughtfully. “What about, well, there are variations on that general idea.”
Somewhere in his head, Naim registered the strangeness of the conversation; the discovery of both of their less experienced sides, and how completely opposite they were. Things that were apparently untested by Deck, Naim was all too familiar with; things he once considered licentious and depraved, but was starting to learn that he was willing to revisit and re-explore, safe with Deck. That was something he could give Deck. And Deck, in return, created that safe place for him, with intimacy and an uncanny ability to seamlessly bring love and joy and humor into their bed (or sofa, or floor, or against the wall in the hallway, or the shower or that one time in his car that didn’t go very well because Deck was just too damn big but he insisted, when really, Naim was just trying to give him head.) There were things they could teach each other, and Naim was finding himself more and more willing to learn.
Deck laughed. “Naim! You can be back to front without anyone being on their hands and knees!” His hands wandered across Naim, widely and purposefully, his eyes growing soft and hot. “It’s nice that way too. You can still touch all over.” He was touching all over.
“Yeah.” Naim nodded, his body responding powerfully to Deck’s hands and the image he’d conjured. “I see.” He grinned and leaned forward, taking Deck’s mouth gently and slid higher up his broad, powerful chest.
They kissed wet and gentle, lazy tongues and easy nibbles, hands moving slowly along heating skin. Deck moved his mouth to Naim’s ear, loving how that always unglued him. “I want to do that now.” He cupped the back of Naim’s head in one hand, and dragged his nails along his back with the other, and whispered deep and damp. “I want you to sprawl all over my back and fuck me like that, okay?”
Naim’s eyes were already rolling back, Deck’s deep and breathy whispers sending shivers through him, melting his muscles. He rolled his cock, hard and ready, against Deck’s hip. “Yeah. Yes.”
They reached for the lube at the same time, rolling against each other, Naim cradled in Deck’s open thighs. Naim found the tube first, smiling triumphantly, as Deck chuckled and ground his cock, already leaking profusely, into Naim’s crotch.
Naim climbed off of Deck who whimpered immediately at the lack of contact, but turned over onto his stomach. Naim chewed his way from one wide, thick shoulder to the other, squeezing lube into his hand and tossing the tube away. Deck’s eyes were closed and he lay flat, legs splayed, hips twitching grinding his cock against the mattress.
Naim straddled a thigh and grinned at the view. “You really do have the most adorable, pale little bum.”
Deck opened his eyes and lifted his head. “My ass isn’t pale!”
Naim ran his hand down the crease, and gave one cheek a gentle, experimental slap with the other. “Oh yes it is.” Deck jumped, more surprised than anything, then burst into laughter, ending in a gasp as Naim shoved two fingers in him, not particularly gently.
He groaned and lifted, pushing against Naim’s hand. “Okay,” he sighed, his eyes dropping shut again. “I don’t care. It can be green if you want it to.” He mumbled, then whimpered, Naim stretched him, teasing around, but not touching his prostate.
“Maybe for Saint Patrick’s day.” Naim chuckled and rubbed his cock against Deck’s solid thigh, the hair on his leg rough and ticklish, and delicious.
“Fuck Saint Patrick.” Deck growled, trying to twist his hips and make Naim touch him right. Naim slid his fingers out almost completely and laughed breathlessly. “Fuckin’ tease.” Deck whined, turning his face into the mattress and whimpering.
Naim tickled and stretched at his entrance, causing more soft little whimpers, and Deck raised his ass higher, clutching at a pillow, raising his knees almost parallel to his ass, and dislodging Naim and his dripping cock from his thigh with vengeful satisfaction. “You asked for it.” Naim crouched between Deck’s thighs and leaned forward, three fingers now pressing, and stretching, barely breaching. “You make it too easy to tease.” He pressed his face to a cheek and bit and nibbled, pulling his fingers away to spread Deck wide.
Deck panted out a deep heavy breath, and writhed as Naim’s tongue pressed flat and hard against him. Naim breathed the scent of him in and licked while Deck squirmed, and mewled pitifully. “God…” his hands fisted into a pillow just above his head, “Fucking god your fucking mouth…”
Naim shoved his tongue inside, tasting lube and Deck, and he shoved his hips into the mattress, torn between gloriously tasting and teasing Deck, and satisfying his own growing frenzy.
“FUUUUUCK!!!” Deck groaned into the mattress, and rolled himself against Naim’s mouth, as he thrust his tongue, alternating with tiny gentle nips at the thin skin. Deck panted and pushed onto his mouth, his entire body shaking. Naim grinned against, bit him again, and shoved his fingers back inside, sliding against his prostate immediately.
Deck’s head came back, his back arched and he thrust against Naim’s hand, his mouth red from biting his lips, glossy and open. He was already too close.
Naim started to move his body up, still rubbing his fingers inside. “Fucking beautiful…” he mumbled against Deck’s clenched, damp back. “Beautiful…beautiful…” He murmured, kissing and nibbling his way up. “…besoin de toi…j’ai besoin…j’ai besoin…”
“Naim now. Now.” Deck panted, thoroughly undone by Naim’s fingers, mouth and French. He thrashed against him, moaning. “Now…please…before I come…”
Naim tore his hand away with a grin between Deck’s shoulder blades, and slicked his cock with the remaining lube with a grunt, and pressed, then pushed.
Deck cried out and sobbed, trembling with the effort to hold on. Naim panting heavily between his shoulders, his hair falling and tickling his skin, shuddered hard, throbbing deep in Deck’s ass. They both lay completely still, adjusting and clinging for more time.
Naim mumbled and murmured against wet flesh, spreading his legs beneath Deck’s, and sliding his hands up and along Deck’s arms. Deck tried to breathe and calm himself. He released his death grip from the pillow and found Naim’s hands, lacing them together.
Naim was heavy on his back and full inside of him and it was absolute fucking bliss. He gasped and smiled and brought a pair of their entwined hands to his mouth, licking and kissing both of their fingers together.
“Okay? You okay?” Naim breathed out, pressing his cheek to the ridge and dents of Deck’s spine.
“Yeah. Oh fuck yeah.” Deck chuckled and jarred Naim who smiled, pulled back and thrust deep. “Oh fuck!” Deck arched his back again, sliding Naim half out of him and bit down on his thumb. Naim whimpered, shoving himself back inside, freeing his other hand and sliding it along Deck’s ribs.
They moved apart, then together again, hot, sweating, and moaning in tandem. Naim sprawled across Deck’s back, fucking him beautifully.
Hips rolled and pitched together perfectly, breath came hard and raspy, both men moaning and gasping, glassy-eyed and loud. Naim reached around and down, clumsily trying to catch hold of Deck’s cock as Deck shoved himself back, slamming against him ferociously, and chewing on both of their fingers. He caught it in his hand as Deck thrust back down, and squeezed, rolling his hand hard against the head, yanking his own cock almost completely out, then sliding back in smooth and deep.
His hand was trapped between the bed and Deck’s jolting body. The weight of their bodies added to the pressure of his fist as he moved faster against and in Deck’s ass, Deck bucking up hard to meet him. Naim squeezed and pummeled until Deck sobbed curses, and tensed and heaved beneath him, crying out against his contracting muscles and shoving wildly against Naim's cock. He came like an animal, jerking and streaming into Naim’s hand, shouting into the mattress.
Deck’s thrashing and moaning sent Naim over, and his chest slid against Deck’s back as he arched and wailed, gripping Deck’s hand painfully hard. He shook and growled and grunted through clenched teeth, each shallow thrust wringing out more come and more grunts until it was too much, slightly painful.
He fell heavily onto Deck’s back and they just breathed for long minutes, ridiculously spent and satisfied.
After a while, Deck spoke his first coherent thought. “Not. Vanilla.” he grunted, face smushed into the bed.
“Not.” Naim agreed wearily, with a lazy grin.
He may have dozed for a minute, he wasn’t sure. He felt Deck shift under him muttering something about a gigantic wet spot, and he rolled, letting himself simply fall off of him. Deck chuckled and rolled in the same direction, collecting Naim in his arms, and scooting away from where they’d been, the sheets soaked through with sweat and come.
“I’m sorry cupcake,” Naim mumbled.
“I forgot to pull your hair.”
Deck snorted gleefully, and nuzzled Naim’s head. “Next time love. Next time.”
Deck scooted down, and snaked himself around Naim once again, burying his face in Naim’s chest.
They laughed and murmured for a while. Deck was a hopeless post-coital cuddler, made exponentially more so in his time with Naim, always struggling to be closer. Finally, Naim fell asleep with his face buried in Deck’s hair, and Deck breathed him in, smiling to himself when he felt the bed jar slightly, and loud purring motor up from the general direction of Naim’s butt.
Sue knew a good thing when he snuggled up next to it.
