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Tango's heart beat sky rocketed. He felt like time had just stopped all around him. There was nothing but him, Martyn, and the gentle crackling sound of books burning in the fireplace behind him. He brought a hand up to Martyn’s cheek as he moved closer, enough to feel his breath ghost his lips. His own breath hitched as Martyn closed the gap, smooth, warm lips meeting his cold, chapped ones.
Tango closed his eyes as their lips moved together, a divine shiver travelling down his spine. They moved gently and slowly, before he felt teeth nip at his bottom lip. He responded with a quiet moan, shifting his other hand to card through his golden, shoulder-length locks. Martyn used this opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding in his tongue and allowing passion to take over. Now, Tango has kissed people before- plenty of times, actually- but he'd never really kissed someone, not like this. Not like Martyn was kissing him at that moment.
Tango was quickly running out of oxygen so he had to, reluctantly, pull away. They both stayed close to each other, panting breaths mingling as they tried to calm their beating hearts.
“Wow,” was the only word his genius brain could come up with. Martyn sat there with a grin beaming on his face. He leant in for another small peck on Tango's lips. Tango reciprocated by tightening his grip on the long hair, pulling him closer to lock them together again. Tango hadn't felt like this in a very long time. He chased the feeling like an addict in withdrawal, arousal pooling in his gut.
Martyn must have sensed his urgency. He kneaded at the skin behind Tango's thighs before using those large hands to hoist him up to sit on his lap. Tango gasped in surprise and wrapped his arms around Martyn's neck, not expecting the sudden movement.
“Is this okay?” Martyn asked, looking up at Tango through half-lidded eyes.
“I'm fine with whatever you're fine with, buddy.”
“Please don't call me “buddy” right now.”
“Why ever not?” Tango looked down at him with a provocative smirk.
Martyn shrugged. “It doesn't exactly get me in the mood.”
“In the mood for what, big boy?” Tango punctuated the pet name by grinding his hips onto Martyn’s crotch, eliciting a delightful groan.
“You're prettier when you're not talking,” He stated with a husky voice.
“Well, shut me up then.”
Martyn surged forward at the request, capturing Tango's lips and grabbing at his waist. He squeezed lightly, testing the waters. Tango wanted him to go harder. Needed him to go harder. He wanted red and purple marks left behind where Martyn's fingers had been. He encouraged him by moaning into the kiss. Martyn used the chance to push forward with his tongue, intimately exploring Tango's mouth. He nibbled at his lips and Tango bit him back, earning a hiss from Martyn.
“I can tell you're a brat in bed,” he breathed out.
Tango leant in, brushing his lips against Martyn's ear. “Wanna find out?” He bit down on his earlobe, moving down to viciously mark his neck, then kissing the newly sensitive area. Martyn wheezed slightly, groaning as he bucked his hips upwards. Tango could feel a hardness forming under him. He slid one hand between where they were pressed together and palmed the bulge there, causing Martyn’s breath to hitch. He wasn't even half hard yet, but Tango could tell he was big. For such a short and skinny guy, Tango was somewhat of a size queen. This revelation increased his excitement and arousal ten fold. His own pants tightened, drawing his focus to the fact that they still had all their clothes on.
Tango sat up slightly and pushed Martyn’s parka off his shoulders, letting it drop behind him. Luckily, Martyn took the hint and grabbed the hem of Tango's oversized band t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He softly ran his fingertips down Tango’s chest and to his defined abs. A sparkling sensation filled his entire body. His tight skinny jeans were seriously starting to hurt the more heated he got. He reached for Martyn's t-shirt, but it had already gone.
Either it has been far too long or this guy is stupidly good at this.
Tango must have looked like a deer in headlights because Martyn looked at him, concern filtering through his expression.
“Are you okay? We can stop if you want to? Things are going a little fast, so I wouldn't be offended.”
“Martyn,” Tango panted out. Why am I so breathless already? “If you don't fuck me in the next…” He pretended to look at a nonexistent watch on his wrist. “... 10 minutes? I will kill you. And, I won't be nice about it.”
“There's a nice way to kill someone?”
Tango didn't respond with an answer, instead choosing to brutally kiss him again, all tongues and teeth, whilst blindly undoing the button and zipper on Martyn's pants. He signed in what sounded like relief as the pressure on his erection was lessened. He gave him some leisurely strokes while maintaining the kiss. Martyn’s grip tightened on him, eagerly pushing back into the kiss, fighting for dominance.
Tango moved his mouth down, sucking and biting at his jaw down to his neck. Using his free hand, he pressed against his toned chest and pushed him till his back met the rug. He continued his path of open mouth kisses down to his belly button before looking up to see the mess that was Martyn. His deep red blush flushed down his neck. Sweat gleamed off his face and pecs in the orange glow from the fire. His eyes were half-lidded, focused solely on Tango's face, and his hair was messy and tangled from where Tango’s hands had gripped it tightly.
He looks beautiful. Tango thought. Like a Greek God that I'm unworthy to be in the presence of.
He shook himself out of his stupor, if he was unworthy, then he needed to make this count. Show him what a good job he can do. This could be his only chance.
He tested the waters by licking just the head of his cock, tasting the familiar saltiness of precum on his tongue. He heard a repressed groan sneak from Martyn's throat. Taking that as permission, he closed his lips around the head, softly sucking and swirling around with his tongue. Panting from above encouraged him to take him deeper, almost to the back of his throat, using his hands to firmly grip what couldn't fit. Hollowing his cheeks, he bobbed his head up and down, and glanced up at Martyn. He'd propped himself up on his elbows, probably to get a better look at what Tango was doing, but right then his head was tilted back and facing up at the ceiling. His chest heaved as his deep breaths picked up speed.
Tango grinned, as much as he could with dick in his mouth, as he thought about how his next move would completely wreck him. Using the metal ball on his tongue piercing, he zigged zagged left and right, pressing against the sensitive vein as he travelled back up to the head. He heard the rapid panting increase as he used a combination of sucking and swirling the ball hard against the glands under the head.
“Shit, Tang–” was all the warning he got before warm, thick liquid hit the back of his throat. He gagged and coughed slightly, not expecting the sudden sensation, but recovered quickly, milking him dry and swallowing in earnest. Martyn’s hands wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him off. He held him close to his face, eyes filled with concern and guilt, as he wiped away some escaped cum off Tango's lip with his thumb.
“I'm so sorry! That was… fuck. I wasn't expecting that. It's been a while.”
“Hey! Don't take that credit away from me! Are you saying I didn't do a good job?” Tango pouted.
“Honestly, that was the best blow job I've ever had,” Martyn huffed out with a slight laugh. “You're amazing Tango, and you looked so pretty doing it.”
Tango wasn't used to praise like that. Especially in the bedroom. He normally plays into the brat role where comments like whore and slut were compliments. This was so different. It made butterflies erupt in his stomach. It was good. He wanted to be good for Martyn. He wanted more of those praises. He looked down briefly as he tried to come to terms with this new revelation. He lifted his head back up quickly in surprise at what he saw.
“You're still hard,” he blurted out. Martyn was taken aback for a second at the sudden statement, then a coy smile appeared on his face.
“What can I say? I've got stamina,” he said with a wink. “You did say you wanted me to fuck you earlier, is that still what you want? Tell me what you want Tango.” The last part was said with such authority, it sent electricity all over Tango's body. It made him even more aware of his own hardness, still straining against his tight jeans.
“Oh, I most certainly want you to fuck me, but… you're big. And, don't get me wrong, I love that, like, you don't understand how much I love that. But I'll definitely need a lot of prep and it's not like I was, you know, expecting to fuck or anything tonight, so I don't have any lube or anythi–” he was stopped with a finger to his lips and a shushing sound for Martyn’s mouth. Oh, that's… definitely a new turn on.
“Stop rambling, Sparkie, you'll hurt yourself–”
“Sparkie?” Tango questioned under his breath.
“– And I always carry lube in my bag.” Tango gave him a questioning look before he carried on. “You see, during my first few years here I was paranoid about someone from back home finding me and I'd have to skip town. So I always carried an emergency kit just in case I didn't have time to get back to the apartment.”
“And lube is part of your emergency kit?”
“It has more uses than just sex, you know!”
“I only care about one of its uses right now,” Tango said in a hushed voice as he pulled Martyn in for another kiss.
“Get undressed for me,” Martyn ordered as he stood up to rummage through his bag.
Tango took a second to calm down and then started unlacing his combat boots. Then he peeled off his skinny jeans and boxers, hissing at the feeling of his cock hitting the cold air of the room. He gave himself a few strokes as he sat back down in front of the fire before a large hand grabbed his wrist. His hand and dick looked tiny in comparison. Tango let out a small whine at both the comparison and Martyn stopping his small amount of pleasure.
“Look at me, Tango.” Tango swivelled his head to see Martyn's, now fully naked form, looming over him. “I'm the only one allowed to touch you. Is that okay?”
“No, yeah, that's, uh… yep, great. Fantastic even,” Tango stuttered out. Martyn just gave him a soft smile and gently pushed him down so he was hovering over his laid out body. His elbows bracketed his head on the floor as he knelt between Tango's thighs. They kissed again, slowly at first. It was almost tender as they moved gently together like they had years of practice with each other, perfectly in sync. Martyn slid one hand between them and used his palm to push one of Tango's legs to the side, giving him access to where Tango had wanted him all night.
Martyn must have already lubed up his fingers without Tango seeing, because he felt a warm wetness circling that sensitive ring of muscle. He gasped into Martyn's mouth and forced himself to relax. Martyn continued at a frustratingly slow pace. Tango's previous partners were always quick and rough, eager to get to the main event. And he liked that! At least, he thought he did. Because something about the precision and care Martyn was putting into not hurting him was sparking fireworks in him.
His full finger was in him now, Tango moaned as he thrust it in and out, still slowly and lovingly. But even though Tango was enjoying this new experience, he needed Martyn to hurry up. He didn't know how long he was going to last at this rate. He lifted arms up to firmly scratch down his back. Martyn broke the kiss, moving to savagely nip and bite his neck. He also sped up his preparation of Tango, adding a second finger before scissoring quickly.
Tango almost screamed when he ran his gifted, thick fingers over his bundle of nerves. “Right there?” Martyn asked, looking Tango straight in the eye. Tango felt he could cum right then, as this beautiful godlike man stared at him so intently. But Martyn had asked him a question, hadn't he? Tango couldn't remember, although it probably wasn't necessary to answer with words because a loud moan forced itself out of his mouth as Martyn found his prostate again. His vision whitened as he came over his stomach. When he gained his sight back he could see Martyn wiping him down with a wet wipe, the sudden coldness made him shudder.
“Hey, sleepy head, you okay?”
“Did I pass out?!” Tango croaked, surprised at the hoarseness of his voice.
“Just a little bit,” Martyn laughed, and Tango never wanted to stop hearing that sound. He looked down to see Martyn was still hard. He licked his lips as he reached down to tease at his dick, light traces of his fingertips up and down, earning a groan above him.
“I'm still up for more if you are, sunshine.” The pet name was supposed to come out in a teasing, flirtatious way, but ended up sounding way more earnest.
Martyn chuckled slightly, leaning down for a soft kiss before his lips peeled into a grin.
“Well, I guess I did put so much work into getting you all ready, just for me,” he said just above a whisper, looking down at Tango like prey for him to devour. And, oh boy, did Tango want to be devoured by him.
“So come on then, big boy. Show me what you've got.” Tango tightened his grip on Martyn's cock enough to make him hiss and bite his shoulder.
Martyn positioned himself at Tango's hole, putting just a slight amount of pressure against it, but not enough to push the head through. Tango wiggled and pushed back to meet him, but Martyn grabbed his hips and held him still against the rug. Tango whined but enjoyed the grip, already thinking about the bruises that he'd have the next day.
“Patience, darling,” Martyn whispered in his ear. “I know you wanna be all filled up, but I want to savour you.” Tango whimpered at the soft words as Martyn slowly pushed in. The burn of being stretched made Tango feel tingly all over his body. Normally this would be a quick flash of pain as he was driven into, instead this caring, soft pace that went straight to pure pleasure.
Martyn stilled halfway to allow Tango to adjust. Both were panting, breaths mingling with their faces so close together. Tango lifted a hand to Martyns cheek to pull him down into a passionate kiss. After a moment, he continued sliding in till their hips met. Tango had never felt so full. He wrapped his legs around Martyn’s waist, the new angle put direct contact on his bundle of nerves. He moaned loudly into the kiss as Martyn started a steady pace.
“Martyn~” Tango whined, “harder, please~”
Martyn immediately obliged. Going deeper than Tango thought possible. His prostate was being mercilessly hit with every powerful thrust, causing him to whimper and clench tightly around Martyn's dick. He could feel simmering pooling in his gut as his second orgasm of the night steadily approached. He moaned breathlessly, grinding his hips to meet every thrust. He arched his back sharply and threw his head back as he tugged on Martyn's long, golden hair. Martyn suddenly picked up the pace, ploughing into him with reckless abandon. He could feel the simmering in his gut beginning to boil over and he came with a shout as he dug his sharp nails into Martyn's back.
He sped up even more, lifting Tango's legs up higher to practically bend him in half. He could tell he was close as his thrusts lost their rhythm. Tango rutted against him, helping him through it as he was filled with Martyn's spend. He came to a stop and slowly pulled out. Tango winced at the sensation of warm liquid dripping out of him. Martyn quickly stood up, muttering something about wipes and getting cleaned up. Tango didn't really hear any of it, still in his post-orgasm haze. What he did notice was how cold it had gotten now there wasn't a body pressed against him. He made grabby hands in the direction that Martyn wandered off. He heard a chuckle before he was once again wiped clean.
“You sleepy?” Martyn teased as he laid back down next to him. Tango immediately chambered on his broad chest like a cat.
“Uh-huh, shush now. Talk in morning. Sleep now.” Tango slurred out the words, his eyes already shut as he felt a coat being pulled over him like a blanket.
“Okay, love,” Martyn laughed as he kissed Tango's hair. “Sleep well.”
“G’night Martyn.”