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Great, just fuckin’ great , Sean thought as he felt the wind whip past him from Charmaine slamming the door in his face. Another fight with the boss of the house.
In his defense, who schedules a dinner with their parents the same night as The Giants game? Had Charmaine lost her damn mind?! He’d seen her parents plenty of times, one missed dinner wouldn’t kill them. Or maybe, if he was lucky, it would.
Sean sighed as he realized the only things he had to his name right now were his car keys, his wallet, and the clothes on his back. Could be worse, all things considered, but it definitely put a damper on his options for the night. Maybe he could pop into a local pub and at least catch the game there. On second thought, if Charmaine found out he went out with the boys after ditching on dinner, he’d be in the doghouse for weeks . Defeated, he looked up at the crisp night sky and tried to steady his breathing.
Right then, Sean noticed it. Of fucking course!! His buddy Laszlo had a gigantic whopper of a house, surely he’d be willing to spare at least a sofa for his best pal, right? Determined with his new path, Sean set out on his 100-foot journey over to Laszlo’s front door. He tried to think back to the last time he worked out this much. Probably the last time he visited Lasz and the boys.. maybe his breathing would be a bit more steady if he made the trip more frequently.
After what felt like ages (it was 2 minutes), Sean reached the intimidating double front doors. He took a quick glance around before raising his hand slowly to knock at the door. As soon as his fist was about to make contact with the giant entry in front of him, a familiar smile was staring back at him, opening the door in invitation, and looking as though he had expected nothing more than to see Sean, desperate, and put out, on his doorstep.
“Seanie! What a pleasant surprise, my dear chap.” Lasz.. such a fuckin sap with the fancy European slang.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Laszlo purred in Sean’s direction.
“Afraid the Mrs. and I had different plans for the evening. She didn’t take too kindly to my idea of watching the game and ordering a pizza with her parents.” He admitted, seeing a knowing smile spread across Laszlo’s face. “Ah, well. Not everyone has such a refined palette as yourself, my man. Please - come in, won’t you?” And just like that, Sean knew he had made the right choice in his moves, warmth spreading through him at the familiarity and comfort provided by his dearest friend.
“I’m sure you’ll find it isn’t the Ritz Carlton, but what’s mine is most certainly yours,” Laszlo announced as Sean entered the vampire house tentatively.
“Lasz, at this point, I’ll take a fuckin Ritz Cracker.”
"Right." Laszlo politely acknowledged the joke and moved on without laughing. "I haven't any idea where the rest of them fucked off to this evening, so it's free reign for us, Seanie boy."
"Well, uh. I was kinda hopin' maybe you had a TV in here somewhere. Catch some of the game." Sean gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "I could go snag us some brewskis, huh?"
“I think I’ve got something better than huma– than beer,” Laszlo smirked and took off down the hall. He gestured for Sean to follow him down the hallway.
“Whaddya got? Whiskey or something?”
“Even better, my friend.”
Laszlo placed a hand on Sean’s shoulder and guided him into a room that looked like some kind of fancy library. Sean couldn’t be sure, every room in this house looked like a fancy library. It was all way more ornate than it really needed to be. Europeans…
“Have a seat, have a seat.” Laszlo gestured to the antique velvet couch. He skipped over to a sturdy oak desk and opened a drawer. “Here we go.”
Laszlo returned to the couch with a swish of his stylish jacket and held out his hand, revealing two small glass vials filled with a shimmery powder. Straight from the night market. He wasn’t sure exactly what it did, but considering how much of a fuss Nadja had made trying to haggle for it, it must be some good shit.
“Woah, woah, woah.” Sean put his hands in the air. “I’m not messing with any of that coke shit, Lasz. Not again.”
“Silly boy, this isn’t cocaine.”
Sean blushed, he hadn’t been referred to as ‘boy’ in years. The way Laszlo had said it had him feeling on edge in a strange, not-unpleasant way. “Well, whatever it is, it’s a no for me.”
“You’ve found yourself in a bit of trouble before, huh Seanie?” Laszlo popped open one of the vials and scooped a tiny bit of powder out with his pinkie nail. He blocked one of his nostrils and sniffed it up. It went into his bloodstream immediately and he felt a jolt of ecstatic energy. “Wow! You really don’t need much of this to get going, I’m- positively… Wow. You sure you don’t want some? I would never pressure you, my dear friend. However–”
“Gimme some of that.” Sean laughed. Laszlo playfully yanked the vial away from Sean, only to scoop a bit more out. Sean wrapped his fingers around Laszlo’s hand to keep it still, and took a sharp breath in through his nose. “Holy fucking shit! Lasz! What is this? Ohhh, wow... ” He had never seen the world like this before. Bright colors everywhere, electric energy pumping through his bloodstream, a rush of blood surging throughout his body and making a strange familiar heat pool in his stomach. Lasz sure wasn’t joking about this shit being the real deal.
“Hey uh.. Lasz? Are you feelin kinda funny?” Sean asked tentatively, not wanting to seem too off put by the effects of the mysterious elixir, while still keeping his cool demeanor.
“Why yes, I do feel a bit loose now that you mention it. Say, you know what always quite calms me down?” Lasz asked with Sean’s answer in mind, but his eyes were roaming the ceiling, studying the new world that had been opened to him as well.
"Uh.. a good game of football?” Sean guessed, thinking of what typically calmed his nerves.
"No no no, nothing of the sort. What I had in mind is good old-fashioned pornography, fresh from the source.”
Now Sean could be dumb and he could be dumb , but there’s no fuckin’ way Laszlo just brought up porn, right?
“Pornography? Lasz, you dirty dog, what the fuck are you tryin to pull on me?” Sean quipped, expecting this to be a ruse from his buddy.
“Ah, well you see, I happened to dabble in the art myself quite a bit and I do say, it is a lovely watch. What do you say we give it a go?” Lasz was serious…
It should have made Sean think twice or at least think at all about the effects of watching porn with his buddy, let alone porn of his buddy. But as the effects of the powder built in his body, the heat he felt began to pool down towards his cock and he would be lying if the thought of porn right now wasn’t erotic as hell. “Ya know what? What the hell. You Europeans love that shit, pop it on, Lasz.”
At that, Laszlo beamed, jumping up at once to grab his… were those film reels? He loaded them into the projector , Jesus fucking Christ, and dimmed the lights. Ah, so that’s how old school pornography worked. No foreplay, no role play, just jumping straight into the dirty work, so to speak.
"Now you see here: it’s all about the hips. If you can’t get yourself angled just right, you’re absolutely fucked, and not in the way you’re looking to be.” Laszlo directed to Sean, acting as if this was the most normal Sunday that the two could possibly be spending.
As Sean watched the grainy footage progress, he found the blood flowing faster and faster in his veins.. what the fuck did Laszlo give him again? This shouldn’t have been so hot, but god.. watching Laszlo absolutely pound into person after person, seeing them scream out in pleasure and twist and pull and beg.. Sean was practically gripping the couch, sweat beading at his brow, as he felt his arousal growing stronger and stronger. Heat had spread to his face in a lovely red glow, which was only revealing further his true feelings. Trying to be as innocent as possible, he chanced a glance at Laszlo, only to see the man grinning slyly back at him.. a predatory glimmer in his eyes, almost as if he could smell the arousal pooling off of Sean’s body.
Sean was a fuck up in so many aspects of his life, but in that moment.. in those eyes.. he wanted nothing more than to be good. To be good for Laszlo, who expected and thought so much of him. And to be good for all that he wanted to do to this man’s body. He felt himself lean slightly towards the man sitting at his left, not fully conscious of his choices, but letting his desire pull him forward. He thought maybe it was subtle enough, small enough, that Laszlo wouldn’t notice, but of course the dirty devil was as perceptive as always. Laszlo reached a comforting hand out and placed it gently on Sean’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles in a way that had his breath quickening steadily.
The room was spinning, both from the powder and the extreme arousal Sean was feeling. He was trying to play it cool, not letting the bulge in his pants make him or his best friend too uncomfortable. As Laszlo continued to rub gentle circles into his thigh, it felt a bit like his hand was gradually shifting higher and higher… huh, must be in his imagination, Sean thought. Laszlo was married to Nadja, happily so! There’s no way his buddy was trying to seduce him. That was when he remembered it, a flash of a memory that was so brief he couldn’t be sure if he’d imagined it or not.. Laszlo mentioned polyamory.. was he interested in taking this further?
As if to answer the questions bounding in Sean’s head, Laszlo slowly pulled his hand up to rest right on his inner thigh, so close to his cock that he thought Laszlo must feel it pulsing just a mere few inches away from his pinky.
"There's nothing quite like some erotic cinema of the highest quality. They simply do not make them like that anymore. Couldn't if they tried." Laszlo gently squeezed Sean's thigh, feeling the blood rushing through the veins just underneath his palm.
"Uh, sure... That was really uh," Sean squirmed. "Gotta be honest with you, I've never had a buddy sit me down and watch, uh. I mean, maybe in high school? But that… I'm not complaining, by any means." Sean nervously chuckled. He raised his eyebrows, looking surprised with himself.
"You seemed to really be enjoying yourself, and who am I to interfere with your pleasure? " Laszlo purred and gently grazed the tip of his pinkie across the bulge in Sean's sweatpants. He grinned as Sean failed to repress a little whining sound. "Tell me, Seanie. Have you any desire for me? Have you felt the firm, intuitive touch of another man before? I think you know how I feel about you, my darling."
My darling. Sean took a deep breath to try to calm himself. The smooth talking was working on him, maybe too well. He had always had these feelings about his good buddy Lasz, but had done a good job of ignoring them until now. "Y-yeah?" Sean's voice was shaky. "I guess, well, uh. I've got some of the same feelings too, if you mean…"
"Oh, I think you know I do mean." Laszlo gently drummed his fingertips against Sean's upper thigh. "What do you say, Seanie? Apologies for the lack of football in this household, but perhaps you're game for another type of play?"
"Heh, good one L-" An embarrassingly loud moan escaped Sean as Laszlo placed his palm over Sean's (at this point very obvious) erection and gave a light squeeze."Woahhh! Woah, woah, woah."
"I can stop if you'd like. Just say the word." Laszlo removed his hand and let it hover just barely over where it had just been. "Unless of course… You'd prefer I keep going?"
Sean's eyes were basically bugging out of his head with how wide they were. His cheeks were flushed red and he nodded enthusiastically. "By all means. Ya just got me by surprise I guess, go ah–"
Sean’s voice was ripped out from him in a high whine as Laszlo snaked his zipper down swiftly, caressing the girth of his cock through his underwear. “Eager, are we? Seanie, if you wanted it so badly.. My dear, all you needed to do was ask.” The glimmer still shone in Lasz’s eyes, his lips quirking up to reveal those shockingly sharp canines glinting back at Sean.
“God, Lasz.. Please.. Touch me. Anywhere, everywhere, I don’t fuckin’ know, ohhhhh -“ Sean’s breath hitched as Laszlo sprung his cock free from its confines, beginning to gently stroke up and down, in a rather experienced, but teasing manner.
“Please, Lasz.. I need more. I can take it rougher, I promise.”
“Will you be good for me, my dear?”
“Ah, Lasz.. I’ll be the fucking best you’ve ever had.”
At that, Laszlo pounced, capturing Sean’s lips with his own, and stroking with an increasingly steady pace between their bodies. “This alright?” Laszlo managed to get out, speaking somehow incredibly even compared to the wreckage that Sean was feeling.
“Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ perfect. Just spit on it a bit or somethin’, I’m losing my marbles over here!!” Sean protested, trying to direct Laszlo’s full attention towards his leaking tip and fully erect member.
Laszlo grinned wildly at Sean, looking deep into his eyes and flashing those sharp teeth again for an added effect. He looked down at the shining tip in front of him and appeared to debate minutely in his head, choosing his next actions. His hand slowed and gradually became feather-light, which was the exact opposite of what Sean needed right now.
“Please, Lasz.. I’ll be so good for you, please.” He could feel the desperation in his tone and in his chest, but he couldn’t give one fuck about that right now if it meant getting more friction on his aching cock.
Laszlo looked at him with such strong desire, clearly having made a choice in that moment. “My my, since you asked so kindly..”
He gently leaned forward, bracing more of his weight down towards the floor, as if he were suddenly kneeling? What the hell? Usually this wasn’t the best advantage for a handjob, but Sean wasn’t complaining.
Just as Laszlo began to touch him gently, he also began to lean down.. Leaning further and further into Sean’s thighs. Before he could question it or even stare for too long, Laszlo was taking his cock between his lips and gently sucking at his tip.
“OH, JESUS CHRIST.” Sean shouted, to a small hiss from Laszlo. Oh, right, the guy is atheist or something, right? God help him, it didn’t matter now. He quickly latched his hand into Laszlo’s hair as he licked stripes up and down his length, gazing back up at him with more heat than he’d thought possible.
Laszlo leaned in fully and took Sean down to the hilt in one quick move, causing Sean to buck his hips wildly in response. He wanted to apologize, but Lasz was moaning so loudly around his cock, acting as if he didn’t even have a gag reflex, and repeatedly letting him slam into the back of his throat. Every so often, Sean would feel the slight graze of those teeth, gently sliding along his length and making his breath come out in sharp bursts.
“Lasz, please, if you want to get any further along, I won’t last like this.” He managed to pant out between moans. Laszlo swiftly popped off of his cock, lightly wiping his stained lips and smiling.
“Oh, I do say.. I would love nothing more than for you to bend me over this settee and fuck me until sunrise comes.” Laszlo quipped in response. Before Sean could register what he was even doing, he surged forward, grabbing Laszlo into a searing kiss and desperately trying to unbutton his ridiculous blouse. Who the fuck was this guy?
"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart." Sean took Laszlo off guard with the pet name. "Once I figure out what a settee is, It's all over for you, Lasz." He had taken to using his sports rivalry teasing tone, and quite frankly, it was doing something for Laszlo.
"Oh yeah?" Laszlo could feel the heat radiating from Sean and his eyelids fluttered. He was quite literally painfully aroused, and he knew Sean must be too. "What we were just sitting on? That's a settee. Now, show me what you've got."
"Fuck." Sean growled and nipped at Laszlo's lower lip. He could've sworn Lasz was indescribably cool to the touch, but it must have been the effect of that weird powder. He gave up on the buttons and instead Laszlo tugged roughly at his blouse til he was able to pull it off over his head.
Sean wasted no time getting his hands on every inch of Laszlo's skin that was now bare. He wasn't being smooth or coordinated about it, the effects of the mystery drug had reduced him to a sloppy, desperate, animalistic mess. Laszlo didn't mind that at all, he fell backward onto the settee and tried not to prematurely lose control while his friend ran his warm palms over his skin watching Laszlo like he was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Sean seemed to contemplate something for a second and gave himself a little self assuring nod before awkwardly shifting their legs and straddling Laszlo's lap. Laszlo and Sean let out uninhibited groans at the unexpected overstimulation of their erections pressed against each other.
" Fuck ." Laszlo's hands found Sean's sides and gripped his soft flesh as he tilted his hips upward for more friction. "Fuck, Sean. Fuck."
"Yeah." Sean replied, sounding stupefied. The settee creaked beneath them as he slotted a thigh between Laszlo's legs and ground down.
The smooth cotton of Laszlo's slacks against the soft bare skin of his cock had Sean nearly trembling with overstimulation. They moaned loudly in unison, the effects of the powder exponentially ramping up the physical sensation.
"Know I got cocky there for a sec, but I don't know how long I can take it, Lasz. Feels like I'm gonna bust at any second." Sean dug his fingertips into Laszlo's shoulders and glanced down between them where they were making contact. Laszlo rolled his hips with a devilish wink, and Sean thought he was going to die. His voice was rough, pleading, "Please, please. I need more."
“If it’s more you’re looking for, more it shall be.” Laszlo purred into Sean’s ear, sending bolts of electricity down his spine. Laszlo suddenly flipped the pair over, straddling Sean’s lap as he leaned in and seductively whispered “Have you ever taken a bite of the forbidden fruit, Seanie?”
“Lasz, you’re gonna have to be more specific, I’m not really thinkin so good right now and I know I ate a rotten pear once, but I-“ Sean was sputtering out nonsense, he could feel it, but he couldn’t seem to control his thought process enough to shut himself up. Laszlo took control, shushing him.
“No, my dear. Have you ever dabbled in the art of fucking, with the same sex?” Laszlo asked, slowly leaning himself back, revealing more of his perfect ass.
“Ah, I’m afraid that is one fruit I have not yet bitten there, Lasz.” Sean responded softly. The way Laszlo asked made him feel secure, that it wasn’t something to be judged for not trying, just that he was merely curious. His honesty seemed to be just what Laszlo was looking for, as he slowly reached out and took ahold of Sean’s dominant hand.
“Not to worry, my boy. Let me take care of you. I’ll do all the heavy lifting and you do all the fucking. Just keep in mind the tips I showed in my videos.” Laszlo whispered out seductively. He slid off of Sean, only to quickly return after retrieving a small ornate glass vessel from the desk of the endtable next to them. “A tip for you, my darling: don’t ever skimp on the lubrication.”
Oh shit, oh fuck. This was really happening… Sean fumbled with the slippery jar, liberally coating his fingers with the oil until Lasz gave him a nod of approval with a flash of his pointy teeth. Laszlo gently guided Sean’s hand down to his ass. Sean couldn’t help but grasp a handful of the supple, delicious skin that was revealing itself to him, eliciting a soft gasp from Laszlo. His hand moved of its own accord, moving with a bravery that Sean himself didn’t feel quite yet. As his slick fingers drew closer to Laszlo’s entrance, he heard his partner hiss slightly with anticipation.
“Yes, that’s it. Just take it slowly and start with one finger. You’re going to want to fuck me with it and get me nice and ready to take that delicious trout you’ve got swimming down there.” Laszlo stuttered out.
“Uh…” Sean chose not to overthink his penis being compared to a fish. His fingertips tentatively circled Laszlo’s entrance. He loved having his strong and masterful partner at his whim. He gently began to very slowly slide his finger into the tight entrance and felt a jolt go through him at the feeling, knowing his cock would be soon to follow.
Laszlo let out a slow groan and a nod of appreciation for the pacing. “I will say, it has been a minute since my last endeavor, but my god you already feel wonderful.”
Sean had expected it to be… warmer. Laszlo felt almost cool to the touch, inside and out. He shrugged to himself, he knew nothing about anatomy. It didn’t matter. He needed to feel more.
After a moment of adjusting to the feeling of fullness and little testing wiggles of Sean’s finger, Laszlo gave the go ahead. Laszlo gasped between Sean’s slow, but steady pace as he began to fuck Laszlo on his middle finger. He could feel the heat pulsing around him, seemingly eminating from his own body, and could swear that the air was getting thicker and harder to breathe with how strongly his desire was building within him. If he didn’t start to go faster, he’d explode right here before he even got a chance to go further.
“Add another now, I won’t break” Laszlo growled. Sean gently added his index finger to the mix, loving the stuttered breaths that left Laszlo, panting on the other end of the settee. He heard his partner loud and clear. Won’t break, eh? Let’s give it a shot. He began to finger fuck Laszlo in earnest, drawing them in and out at a steady pace, matching his ministrations with small strokes of Laszlo’s cock.
“Sean.. Seanie ...” As Laszlo’s breath began to hitch higher, he suddenly shouted in pleasure. “ Ahhh you’ve found the money spot. Hit that just right and you’ll have a grown man on his knees in seconds” Laszlo instructed. Considering it sounded so lovely, Sean decided to push his luck and keep searching for that ‘money spot’.
Any other time, Sean would have taken a moment to contemplate whatever weird shit Laszlo was saying. Not now, though. It felt as though his brain had been hijacked and there was no space for anything in there except for this feeling and the sounds he was eliciting from his buddy.
Turns out, he was actually pretty alright at something. Laszlo was gasping beneath him, writhing on his digits and fucking himself harder as the pace continued. Sean began to lose himself in the overstimulation of it, molten heat spreading through him at the thought that he could soon claim this man as his own and use him to his mercy. Now wasn’t that a pretty idea? Taking someone like Laszlo, so strong and sure in himself, and bending him to his every whim, using his body for pleasure and his own release.
By the third finger, Laszlo was begging for more, urging Sean with a delicious invitation to take him. He couldn’t resist anymore as he poured lube over his achingly hard cock.
“Lasz, are you sure you’re ready for this? I know you’re a bit more experienced than me, but I just want to make it good for you” Sean looked insane, his pupils blown wide with lust (and whatever substance they were under the influence of) and his cheeks flushed pink.
“My dear, if your fingers alone feel like this, I’m half expecting your cock to launch me into the astral plane. Just remember: use your hips like in the videos, and don’t hold back. ”
Sean didn’t need to be told twice. He guided the tip of his cock to Laszlo’s entrance and pushed in, quicker than he usually would, but encouraged by his partners words that he could take it. Laszlo groaned loudly, immediately wrapping his hands around Sean’s thighs to pull their bodies flush with one another.
“Just like that. Already such a good boy for me, aren’t you? If you want to be even better, you’ll fuck me like you mean it.” Laszlo quipped between shaky breaths. His confident facade was beginning to disintegrate, and Sean took very much pride in that.
A challenge. Sean had to prove himself. His thoughts immediately turned to sports. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You got this, Seanie. Go out there and make me proud.
He sent a quiet prayer to no one that the drugs would provide him with some stamina, which he (embarrassingly) usually lacked.
Go get 'em, champ! If anyone knew about a challenge and what it took to get there.. it was Sean. He'd watched plenty of games. This was just like that. But this time... the end goal was seeing his lover shout and writhe under him, rather than scoring points. All he had to do was keep himself in the game, and somehow manage to last long enough to bring Lasz the pleasure he deserved without prematurely ending the evening’s festivities.
Sean focused all of his energy into the little movements and tricks he gleaned from Laszlo’s extensive porno collection. He grabbed Laszlo’s hips and began to thrust, setting a steady pace that was increasingly becoming more erratic. Sean had to pause to take a deep breath and swiped the hair away from his sweaty, flushed face.
“God, Lasz, you .. feel.. so fuckin’ good ” Sean hissed out each word between well-timed thrusts, punctuating how good it felt by slamming into him harder. “Wanna just– C’mon, Lasz. Turn around for me, will ya?”
Laszlo wasted no time complying, he winced as he separated from Sean and scrambled to get on all fours for his good time boy. Sean cleared his throat, trying to stifle what could only be described as a puppy whimper at the sight before him. He waited for a nod from Laszlo before quickly returning to business. The hiss from Laszlo upon his reentry seemed to hint at perhaps taking things a little too quickly, but Sean paused and grabbed the oil again to reapply a very generous amount to his now-painful erection and grabbed a fistful of Laszlo’s hair as he slid back into him with a deep groan.
“ Ohhhhhhh God, SEANIEEE.” Laszlo cried and looked back over his shoulder. Bent from this angle, he was stunning. Face in the couch thing, ass up, Sean’s sweat dripping down his back. Sean wondered for a second how Laszlo wasn’t sweating a drop. Not important. He was taking Sean’s cock like there was no place else it was meant to fit in the entire world.
The thought sent Sean further. He began to pound into Laszlo at a rapid pace and shouted as he curled his hand into his partner's hair, gripping tight for leverage. Laszlo buried his face into the cushion of the settee, sobbing and incoherently shouting. His hands found the edge of the armrest and he propped himself up better for Sean. Sean’s eyes nearly rolled back into his skull with the overwhelming arousal as Laszlo pushed back against him, taking him deeper as he shot a playful wink and a flash of fangs over his shoulder.
“Lasz, Lasz. Cool it. So hot. Fuck. ” Sean ran his slippery fingers through his own hair, in a futile attempt to push it away from his face. He took a shaky breath to try to center himself but felt Laszlo tense around him and completely lost control. “Oh, ho ho. Careful, pal. Ol’ Seanie can’t hold out much longer.”
“Well, ‘Old Seanie’,” Laszlo tilted his hips and pushed back, sinking Sean deeper inside of him. He had planned to say something playful, but instead choked out an embarrassing sound he’d never made before. “ Fuck it . Just fuck me. Fuck.”
“Roger that.” Sean answered. He dug his fingernails into the soft flesh of Laszlo's sides and held him in place as he thrust into him, deeper than before.
"So deep ." Laszlo groaned. "More, more. Harder."
Sean didn't hold back. He pistoned his hips fucking into Laszlo with more intensity than he'd put into anything in his life. Laszlo was tight, a strange almost-heat surrounding Sean's throbbing cock, threatening to take him to the edge with every passing second.
" Seanieee ." Laszlo cried in a sing songy high pitched voice. "I'm right there, I'm reaching my-"
"Fuckin do it." Sean growled in his ear and tugged roughly at his hair. "Cum for me, Lasz. Do it."
Laszlo whimpered as Sean took a fistful of his hair and tugged even harder this time. It was too much, he was overstimulated. The sounds Sean was making, almost animalistic. The sensation of his best friend's hard-on buried so deep inside him, hot, hungry for him.
" Shit! " Laszlo cried out. "I'm-"
"Yeah, Lasz?" Sean groaned as Laszlo's body began to tense and tighten around him. He picked up the pace, gripping so tightly at Laszlo's sides that he thought he might leave bruises. "Are you?"
Yup, he was. Laszlo shuddered as Sean reached to wrap his hot slick fingers around Lasz' cock. His soft sweaty stomach and chest pressed against Laszlo's bare back felt so safe and secure as he stroked him closer to the edge. It didn't take long before Laszlo had his face buried in the settee, nearly sobbing as Sean slowed his thrusts and chose to instead focus on the task at… hand.
"How's that?" Sean's voice was soft as he nudged Laszlo's ear with the tip of his nose.
"Perfect, my darling."
Sean grinned and pressed his face between Laszlo's shoulders as he ever so slowly rocked his hips and stroked Lasz' needy cock. He maintained his pace and gasped as he felt Laszlo's body seize up and release with a moan that surely the whole neighborhood could hear. Sean was nearly stunned into silence as he pumped slowly, milking every last drop that Laszlo's body had to offer.
Holy shit, holy shit. He did that. Good game, Seanie!
“Alright, my dear boy. Finish in me. Use me. Let your body do what it’s always wanted.” Laszlo demanded in a fucked out not-so-demanding tone.
Sean’s head was spinning. His legs were shaking with anticipation. Between already getting Laszlo to his release and now this … He could feel his hips beginning to thrust again almost out of his control. Sean could tell Lasz was overly sensitive, but that just meant more ridiculous and filthy sounds from him as Sean picked up the pace and began to fuck into him in earnest, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Lasz.. I won’t last long like this. Are ya sure you want it, uh.. in you?"
It was the only coherent thought Sean could vocalize, and as he watched Laszlo nod his agreement, he found himself nearing the edge rapidly gaining on his release. He pumped into Laszlo once.. twice.. three times before he felt the familiar tightness in his core. Whatever the hell drug they took amplified the feeling so much he had a feeling that it would feel better than it ever had in his life. And he was right.
" Oh, ohmyfu- ohm- ohmyfucking g-" Sean cried out, his fingernails dug into Laszlo's flesh as the dam broke. He came harder and for longer than he ever had, pumping Laszlo nice and full as he started seeing stars. " Lasz , Lasz. Can't stop… hold on. "
Laszlo groaned deliciously at the unfamiliar heat that was pooling deep inside of him. Dribbling out of his delightfully sore hole.
Sean half collapsed, falling slightly onto the edge of the settee and onto Laszlo’s back for additional support. After a few moments of ragged breathing, he gently pulled out from his partner, watching more of his seed spill out, leaving a slick trail down Laszlo's most sensitive parts, pooling on the fabric of the now very ruined settee.
After a couple of moments of stunned silence, Sean sat upright, sheepishly beginning to collect his clothes. “Sheesh, Lasz.. I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry, buddy. I really wailed on ya there."
Laszlo gently touched Sean’s arm, attempting to stall him in his hasty motions to head out.
"Don't you dare apologize." Laszlo pointed a stern finger at Sean. "Listen, my dear. It wasn’t a mistake and it was hot as fuck. Let me be the first to say.. the next time you need a day out of the house. You know where to find me.”
He was flashing those sharp teeth at Sean again and making him feel as though he was in the one place he was meant to be. Like trapped prey…
Throwing on his jeans and grandpa Joe’s favorite football Jersey, he slowed himself and sat down once again. “Look, Lasz.. would it still be alright if I stayed for the night? I know it’s kinda weird, but.. I don’t really feel like leaving right now.”
Laszlo stared at Sean with all of the warmth he could muster in his dead heart. “My boy.. you’ll find you are always welcome here.” He quickly responded, hoping to shush any of Sean’s doubts or hesitations.
That did the trick. Sean knew in his heart that he had found the one place where he wasn’t a fuck up. Where he could exist as he was. It might’ve been a night that started with a foul, but he found himself smiling back at Laszlo.. knowing that he’d always remember exactly how good he was for him. Go Seanie.