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Rosey found himself pressed against the mattress. He vaguely remembered his clothes being discarded somewhere around the middle of their second bottle of cognac. Before he could think about it properly, Victor laid over him, as drunk and nude as Rosey was.
Rosey opened his eyes, expecting to see Victor’s face, or his hair, perhaps even his shoulder. Instead of seeing his lover’s face he saw the bottom of his foot, and had a front row seat to his undercarriage.
“Victor, what are you doing?” He laughed to himself. “Turn around! You’re arsch hoch.” Bauer pressed a kiss to Rosey’s leg and backed himself up.
“I have an idea, ungeduldig Mann.” Rosey was quickly face to face with Victor’s semi-erect cock. “This way we can be symmetrical.” He wiggled his hips clumsily until Rosey settled his hands on the other man’s hips.
“Sit still.” He pinched, making Bauer laugh. Just as Rosey had pulled Bauer to his mouth he felt a warm sucking on his own erection. He felt Bauer moan around him. They had done this before, though this was the first time they had done it completely inebriated.
He pulled Victor in as far as he could without straining his neck. He wrapped his hand around what he couldn’t reach of Victor’s shaft, trying to make this as good as possible for the other man without hurting himself. Victor said something, but he didn’t pull Rosey from his mouth.
“What?” Rosey briefly pulled away, trying to hear Victor this time. Rosey dipped back in and sucked at Victor’s tip. He tried to distract himself from what Victor was doing to him by letting his hands wander, moving them from Victor’s hips down to his testes, gently rolling them around his fingers. Victor made a strangled sound for a moment. He felt Victor’s nails dig into his thighs.
Rosey’s fingers trailed up to Victor’s entrance and pressed making Victor’s body shake gently as a moan vibrated out of his chest. Rosey groaned at the feeling. He pulled Victor closer to his face by his hips and attempted to pull him to the back of his throat quickly.
Victor whimpered one final time, feeling Rosey’s hands gripping his arse in his big hands as he sucked incessantly was too much. He pulled off of Rosey to breathe.
“ I -“ he stuttered, pressing his forehead against Rosey’s thigh, “ God .” Victor’s breath hitched as he let his orgasm overtake him. “Fuck, Rosey.” Rosey swallowed around him a few times before finally letting up. Bauer dropped against Rosey’s chest to breathe, though he continued breathing a bit longer than Rosey felt necessary.
“Don’t go to sleep.” Rosey bit down on Victor’s thigh making the other man jump, as if he had been asleep.
“Verzeihung, mein liebe.” He gently kissed across Rosey’s erection. “You had me nearly killed.” He pressed a slow kiss to the head of Rosey’s cock. “You make me so… ablenkend… uh,” he paused, unsure of what words to use. “Fuck it.” He gave up trying to find the words and decided to put real use to his mouth. Rosey sighed loudly and groped at Victor’s sides as he let himself feel every slide of his lover’s mouth, every huffed breath against feverish skin. He began kissing at Bauer’s thighs as some sort of reciprocation.
Victor moved one of his hands to grasp at the base of Rosey’s cock, tightening his grip just to hear Rosey gasp. Victor fought the urge to smile, knowing he could affect the bigger man so easily. He swirled his tongue as he pulled back, taking a deep breath through his nose.
Rosey closed his eyes and squeezed Victor’s hips. He felt the familiar warm tingling flooding out from where Victor’s mouth covered him and spreading through his body. He thought to warn the other man, but he seemed to already know how close Rosey was. Victor had moved his hand from the base of Rosey’s cock to gently squeeze at his testicles. Rosey groaned loudly and gently thrust his hips, pushing his cock farther into Victor’s mouth as he erupted. Victor licked Rosey clean as he gradually came down from his high.
He felt rung out. He wanted to ask Bauer to turn around but he didn’t seem to have the energy. Bauer gently kissed around Rosey’s lower stomach and hips as he readjusted himself to lay more comfortably. Rosey sighed roughly and tried to be comfortable, even with Victor’s feet in his face.