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John.
John and his cock.
That was all that was on Joe's mind all day while shooting, which made properly doing his job very difficult. On top of it, he's starring in a romantic movie, and probably that’s also affecting his mood.
“Oh, love, if we ever get to be together, I’ll spoil you rotten,” he jokes during a break with his coworker, Emma, a funny, talented actress, a little older than him, with grey eyes and long, black hair.
John has grey eyes, too.
They’re mocking the movie - it’s a bit like a soap opera, taking itself way too seriously, and it’s not the best job they’ve ever had, but it’s a light and fun one, and Joe really likes to work with Emma. They joke a lot and Joe loves to make her laugh. He also loves how they both turn into the star-crossed lovers they are playing when the shooting continues.
He kisses the girl at the climax of the movie, and the touch of soft lips on his is amazing, he opens his mouth at the feel, gently discovering her mouth with his tongue, and the director yells cut, and Joe blinks, thinking maybe he overstepped her boundaries, but the director signals him with his thumbs up, and Emma looks a bit dizzy and disheveled by the force Joe was sliding his hand through her hair. They both laugh after a second, Joe apologetically, Emma embarrassed, but poking him in the ribs.
She’s such an amazing colleague.
Now it’s time to leave, and he offers her a ride that she politely refuses because her boyfriend is already here to pick her up, and Joe’s putting a super energetic song on in his car as they wave bye, heading home where John is probably already waiting for him. He grins, yelling we’re in this together now with the song, and he really hopes he doesn't get into a car accident, but he’s the king of the world and his hard-on is amazing and demands to be taken care of.
John is reading a book with his reading glasses on his nose, probably some hard literature about WWII or something sick like Burroughs. Joe's heart bursts with the love for this man, and he can see the same love in John’s eyes as he puts down his book and hurries to him and takes him in his arms, and Joe kisses him, kisses him like he never wants to let him go, the taste of his lips like nothing he’s ever tasted, the sweetest people he's dated are nothing compared to this.
“Hello, love-” John begins, but his sentence is muffled by Joe's next kiss, and Joe buries his hand under his knitted sweater and scratches his back and John moans, and Joe's hands keep wandering towards his chest. He loves his thick chest hair and he wants to fall straight onto his knees to worship this man. (“I’m so not straight,” he thinks and he chuckles at his inside joke.)
He grins when he realizes he can do just that, and John's cock is springing free from his pants and underwear, already hard and dripping.
“Not bad for your age,” Joe whispers as his lips are kissing it along the sides, up and down, and John playfully smacks his shoulder.
“Have some respect for your elders.”
Joe grins and takes it in his mouth and sucks like it was the source of life, and John groans, his thighs already trembling under Joe’s grabbing hands, and Joe takes him as deep as he can, getting high on the taste and John's smell as he tries to bury his nose in that musky pubic hair, but John’s dick is too big and he can't do it without gagging and he gives up, but John doesn't complain.
“Oh, love, what’s gotten into you?” he asks, amazed by Joe, he’s always amazed by him and Joe feels so special because of this, special and loved, he’s always been confident but John makes him feel literally perfect.
Joe’s panting now as he sucks John off right in the middle of the living room, the pressure in his pants is unbearable and he moves down to take his cock out, also hard as fuck and wet, and when he touches it, it feels like his whole body is in ecstasy, he doesn't come yet but it feels so good having his own grip around it like he was touching himself for the first time.
Finally he lets John's cock pop out of his mouth as he throws his head back with a groan, slowly palming the head of his own dick.
John stares at him like he saw him for the first time, his mouth hanging open, and Joe can feel him drooling, and John suddenly kneels down like he’s smacked out of his trance and pushes Joe down and opens Joe’s shirt and takes his nipple in his mouth…
Joe cries out, he doesn’t know what’s going on but it feels even better than usual, his cock feels bigger and harder in his hand than ever…
He wants to fuck John so fucking badly, but he also wants to get fucked by him and gorged by him and he’s torn between the two desires for a second-
But John is kissing his chest and stomach and cock, growling possessively, he must sense that this time is somehow different, and Joe moans, he moans something that doesn't make any sense, something about filling and getting filled, and John yanks Joe’s shirt off right there on the floor and kneels up for a second to take off his own sweater and his t-shirt with the same movement while Joe’s already pushing down his own jeans.
John does not waste time with properly pulling down his own pants, he just pushes it lower on his hips, he’s panting so heavily and his eyes are so dark and his expression is so rough and possessive that Joe is almost scared for a second, but his fear turns him on even more and his cock is dripping and he has to stick it into John’s body soon or he’ll die…
But John’s on top of him, spreading Joe’s legs, spitting into his hand and slicking up Joe's hole before entering him with a swift movement, and Joe yells in sudden pleasure, his ass stretching around John’s thick cock like it was made to take it…
It feels different. It feels… tighter, softer, it feels like he’s filled more thoroughly, and he feels weird for a second but the pleasure is so intense like never before, it’s another kind of pleasure and fuck, he's never felt so full--
“Joe,” John pants, “oh my god, what is-- oh god, it’s-- it’s never felt like this before-”
Joe groans, spreading his thighs and wrapping his legs around John's waist, pulling him on top of him and letting him take him right there on the carpet, and he can feel John's every inch as his body surrounds him, he can feel every vein, feel the head of his cock caressing him and then hitting a spot inside him and he moans, his cock is trapped between John’s tummy and his own but he’s so hard and so ready to burst already, but no, he has to hold back yet because this feeling is foreign and amazing, even though they’ve been together for more than a year now.
He lifts his hips rhythmically, fucking back against John's thrusts that are getting harder and deeper and shorter, and John’s body is sweating under Joe's fingers and John's tongue deep in his mouth, he’s filling him from both ends and Joe’s cock is dripping and his ass feels slicker than usual, and John is pounding into him and his hand that’s not holding himself up is roaming over Joe's side, sneaking between them to make Joe come, and John is rubbing him from the inside and it feels so fucking tight all over-
He mewls and the urge to feel John coming inside him is overwhelming, and he pulls him even deeper, hugs him tighter, clenches around him to pleasure him even more. “Come in me,” he pants, “I want to feel you come-- fill me up, I need your cum, I need all of it, please,” he's getting closer and John groans, pressing down on Joe’s shoulders and putting his whole weight into the thrusts and he throws his head back with a deafening cry and Joe feels his walls clenching around John’s cock and milking it and it feels so strangely amazing that he comes, too, spurting white-hot ropes between his and John’s bodies.
John pulls out and lays on top of him, and Joe’s panting, too, but he’s still hard and he’s still aroused and his pelvis is still burning and his ass is dripping with cum, and he turns John over and gathers his own cum to use as a lube--
“What-?” John asks, confused, and Joe strips off his pants and nudges his thighs apart, he wants to eat him, he wants to make him feel good again, and he leans down and spreads John’s ass and dives his tongue in, tasting him, and it really tastes like John’s ass, unique and delicious and he doesn't want to ever taste someone else again, his tongue is lapping inside John’s hole and John arches his back and mewls and Joe loves it when he does that, his cock violently throbbing at the sound even though it’s still slick of cum, a bucket of cum he just came between them.
“Wanna fuck,” he growls, he’s never felt this feral as he kneels behind John. “Need to fuck-”
“You... you just came-” John says, staring back at him, unbelieving, but he sees that Joe is indeed hard and he swallows. “Fuck me then,” he whispers, and Joe is looking for a condom in his pants’ pockets, and he just realizes they didn’t use one before but he shrugs at the thought because it’s not important, he rolls it on and he spits a few times into John’s ass when John gets on all fours for him.
Joe growls and heaves like an animal as he grabs John’s hips and plunges in, the tightness of the ring of muscles is so amazing and John cries out and John’s heat is something else and he never wants to be anywhere else again…
He’s watching John's back underneath him, he strokes his thinning hair and his hips and he reaches around to see whether he’s enjoying it and he’s half-hard indeed. “Good?” he pants, and John nods. “More?”
“Yeah, harder,” John whispers and that’s just what Joe’s been waiting for, he thrusts and thrusts and the heat is amazing and John’s ass is the most wonderful thing ever and he wants it to last because it’s all too good, it’s amazing how John can change from an alpha male into someone more sub who just wants to pleasure all of Joe’s needs...
“I love you,” he whispers as he hugs him as tight as he can, leaning over John and stroking his cock that’s completely hard again, so incredibly slick with the previous orgasm, and John groans, fucking back against him and clenching around him.
“I love you too, you’re so--,” John gasps, “you’re-- something else, I’ve never met anyone- like you- want to stay with you forever-”
Joe groans and bites into John’s nape, jerking him hard and fast in time with his thrusts and John clenches and comes just when Joe can’t hold back, and he’s emptying himself together with the love of his life, coming together with him right there in the middle of their home.
Their home.
“Oh fucking god,” Joe pants as they wrap around each other, still on the carpet, not letting go, never letting go.
He feels light-headed. He feels wet and sore and somehow so full, his whole body relaxed, so very contented and satisfied, and his heart aches as he looks at John’s face, who's lying on Joe's chest with closed eyes.
“I'll be with you forever,” Joe whispers, and John smiles, holding on to him like never wanting to let go.
Something bugs Joe in the back of his mind. He will have to check eventually what is this new weirdness in his body and his brain.
But it can wait a bit.