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They were eight beers in on the couch, legs entwined and tangled in a mess of heat and too many layers of denim. Predator 2 was playing distantly in the background, but Mac was more focused on the enchanting show of Dennis's lips, probably drunkenly rambling about the movie, and the heat of his legs lying in his lap. His sweater hugged his lean frame perfectly, accentuating his angular body. As the weight of the alcohol grew, so did Mac's increasing need for the man next to him (in the straightest way possible, of course).
"Mac, are you even listenin' dude?" The words caught Mac's attention, and his eyes dragged up towards the other man's.
He couldn't hold back a chuckle. "'No dude," A cheeky grin was plastered across his face, flushed and warm, and his usually slicked-back hair was ruffled.
The sight was enough to infect Dennis with a crooked smile, taking another swig of his beer. "Fuck you, man," he let out half-heartedly.
At that Mac's gaze lingered on Dennis, his heartbeat growing faster the longer he let his eyes trace his gorgeous curls. It was times like these, when the two of them only had the company of each other, late at night and talking about stupid shit that didn't matter, that Mac wondered how Heaven could possibly compete. The dim light of their living room cast a halo on Dennis's hair, and Mac swore he hadn't ever seen a more beautiful sight.
Dennis caught Mac's half-lidded gaze and let his smirk grow. A beat passed as neither one of their gazes let up, and the grip around Dennis's empty beer bottle loosened, and it clattered against the ground as his hand came up to Mac's pink cheek and he leaned forward.
Before Mac could even process what was happening, he connected their lips softly, almost tenderly, as all impulse control had been forgotten in the midst of alcohol and desire. He hummed thoughtlessly against the delicate lips on his and grabbed onto Dennis's neck, pulling him further against his chest, growing in warmth. One hand rose to his sickeningly soft hair, and his fingers carded through the messy curls, absorbing every piece of Dennis he could.
Dennis kissed back fluidly, shifting so his legs trapped Mac's and they were lying down on the couch. He began to lose himself in the alluring heat of Mac. The stubbly beard rubbing against his face and sloppy kisses peppered across his lips could make an addict out of Dennis. How had he not kissed his face off sooner? He intensified the pressure against their lips and let out a satisfied groan. He leaned forward so they were chest-to-chest, and suddenly his and Mac's boners were made very apparent, pressing against one another just right.
A mangle of moans was caught in between their feverish kissing, and Dennis briefly pulled his lips away, a string of saliva connecting them.
"Jesus Christ," he voiced the only thought running through his head, in a state of total lust.
Don't use his name in vain, a small and growingly insignificant voice in Mac's head protested. He found himself letting his thoughts slip out loud instead. "You look beautiful," he stated dumbly with that wide-eyed stare. He tried not to let utter disbelief cloud this moment, but he couldn't help it; Dennis, his Dennis, was hovering above him, like an angel sent from above, his golden hair falling perfectly against his forehead, with kissed-pink lips and hunger in his eyes. How was he expected to remain composed? He hastily tugged Dennis back down for another kiss, capturing his lips less gently than their first, years of desire colliding to form something heavenly.
Their hips began to move together, creating a steady and increasingly fast rhythm, a melody of moans and whimpers following. Mac pushed Dennis off of him briefly to work on the taller man's jeans, fumbling with the zipper while he let pure want take over his movements. Dennis quickly followed suit and helped Mac, standing up and shimmying out of his pants, haphazardly throwing them aside. He tugged Mac upwards by his shirt and continued their makeout session and (with more skill than Mac) undid the other's jeans as well. He disconnected them to carelessly tug their shirts off, Mac staring up at him like he hung the fucking sun. Before Mac's eyes even had the chance to glance downwards, Dennis was grabbing with newfound intensity at his hips, swiftly having him pushed onto the couch face-down.
He followed, ignoring Mac's initial noises of surprise and mouthing against his neck, holding down his forearms with ease. Mac shifted his head to the side for more comfort, and a particularly loud whimper crept up his throat as he continued subtly grinding back against Dennis, creating a new rhythm between the two.
Dennis's ruts against Mac grew more erratic and syncopated by the second, with nothing but their boxers keeping them from the warmth of each other's skin. His slender fingers tugged lightly at the hem of Mac's underwear as his lips traveled across Mac's freckled shoulder blades.
"C'mon, baby," his mumbles slurred together, "J'st let me..." He emphasized his request by thrusting particularly desperately against Mac's ass, the precum that pooled in his boxers spreading across Mac's.
Mac's moans became more and more difficult to hide with the sweet pressure of Dennis crowding his senses, definitely not because of the suggestion, the voice in the back of his head added.
"No—no..." he grunted halfheartedly, moving his hips back against the growing boner pressed torturingly close against his ass, he was starting to realize. "Den! Shit..." He tried to muffle the noises escaping his throat against the couch cushion fruitlessly. Suddenly that voice of reason took control of his words, "Y'can't fuck—mmh!—me; that's like, super gay..." whined Mac, his grunts not helping convince Dennis.
Dennis's lips were pressed sweetly against the nape of Mac's neck, sucking kisses anywhere he could. He decided to ignore Mac's idiotic comment.
"I'll make it so good for you, baby boy," Dennis cooed against his ear, showering his flushed and tanned skin with lustful kisses. Hickeys began to bloom, painting his neck a delicious purple. The pet name had Mac's thighs begin to wobble from holding him up, now embarrassingly hard and leaking against the couch.
One of Dennis's hands gripped Mac's hip with enough intensity to bruise, his other pulling lower on Mac's underwear, which now stretched taut around his mid-thighs. He cupped his ass cheek and hypnotically caressed the area between his shaky legs.
The amount of effort Mac was putting in to not come prematurely at the sensations overwhelming his thoughts should be congratulated, really. He tried to steer his mind back to avoiding committing sodomy, but the supple feeling of Dennis's skin against his was far too intoxicating. His care for what the church thought was shrinking by the second, his mind instead choosing to indulge in various trains of thought that would have him guilt-ridden and ashamed on a normal day. Still, the voice clouding his mind reminded him he would like to avoid Hell.
He pathetically thrust forward against the couch, desperate for some friction against his bare cock, when he had a thought (surprisingly). He pulled Dennis's head closer to sloppily kiss his face, grinding back against the man behind him, focusing on each and every location on his skin they were touching. "Just..." he started, looking up at Dennis for approval, "fuck my thighs?" He tried not to seem too eager in his suggestion—and maybe a little seductive—but his voice wobbled with obvious anticipation. "Please...?" he added, his blush intensifying tenfold.
Dennis pulled his mouth off of Mac's neck and rose up, staring at Mac in a way he couldn't quite place. His face soon morphed into one of satisfaction, plopping one last kiss against Mac's reddened lips. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." Dennis smugly replied while reaching his hand under Mac to torturously tease his cock, creating a symphony of noises from Mac that Dennis would most definitely be mentally saving for later.
He tugged his own boxers down, relishing in the gracious friction against his cock, beads of precum glistening at the tip. Mac tried not to drool too obviously at the pornographic scene while he craned his neck to look at Dennis. His mind seriously was running out of any articulable thoughts.
Dennis ran his hand against Mac's back and held him down, giving himself a few strokes. Admittedly, he didn't need much contact, as the sight below him was enough to have him aching for more: Mac, not-so-subtly shifting his gorgeous ass against Dennis, desperate for his touch, with bruises forming on his forearms where Dennis gripped him, sweat glistening against his forehead, and his thoroughly kissed lips hanging open, letting out such pretty little pants.
"God, look at you," Dennis purred amusedly, "so wet for me, baby." He enunciated this by pushing his cock against Mac's moist thighs, earning him a low whine.
Mac's hands grappled desperately at the cushion, the sensations blooming between his legs. "God," Mac gasped, head officially thoughtless.
"God? You think God will listen?" Dennis leaned in close to Mac's ear and whispered, "There's only me. You pray to me."
Mac screwed his eyes shut and muffled his cry against his arm, more affected than he would ever admit by Dennis's words. "Yes," Mac whined pathetically, his voice broken and unstable and at a loss for words. He quietly begged for his God's mercy, his love, his touch, all of it.
"Shit, lube," Dennis said under his breath, so turned on by the moment that he didn't realize until now he probably shouldn't fuck Mac's thighs dry, now annoyed at the idea of leaving the situation he found himself in.
Mac's brain turned on at that, very displeased at the thought of Dennis getting up. He quickly reached behind him and grabbed Dennis's hand, shifting on his side so as to get a better look at the man. Without a beat, he brought the hand to his lips and took two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as wetly as he could, staring up at Dennis with a silent plea.
Dennis was taken aback at Mac's enticing tongue, circling and lapping at the slender digits. He almost came at the sight of Mac's puppy-dog eyes, unable to look away from Dennis as he took his fingers deeper into the heat of his mouth. He let out a few almost inaudible moans around him, sending a shiver up Dennis' arm. He hadn't noticed that his lips had parted in utter hypnosis, lost in the way Mac's lips curled elegantly around his fingers.
Soon, saliva was dripping down Mac's chin and around Dennis's hands, having thoroughly lubed them up. Dennis quickly regained consciousness and let a fond grin take over his face. "Good boy."
He swore he saw hearts in Mac's eyes before he slowly pulled his fingers from his mouth and reached in between his thighs. His now-wet digits smoothed over the sensitive spots on Mac's inner thigh, lathering them up nicely with a mix of spit and precum.
Mac returned his head to rest against the couch, and Dennis finally slid his leaking cock in between the deliciously wet thighs before him, his tip pressing blissfully against Mac's perineum, eliciting a high-pitched moan. Mac instinctually grabbed at Dennis's hands and shyly guided them back to his hips, giving his cock a gentle squeeze between his thighs, at which Dennis moaned lowly, gripping his waist enough to hurt. He began thrusting into Mac's thighs at a slow pace, getting used to the enchanting sensation. He let his other hand slide under Mac, finally paying attention to his neglected cock. His fingers loosely wrapped around it, giving small and light strokes, just enough to turn Mac into a needy mess.
Mac muffled his groans against the couch, his knuckles turning white at his intense grip on the cushion. Dennis suddenly stopped his movement on Mac's dick and grabbed a fistful of Mac's disheveled hair, pulling his head up and releasing a deliciously painful whimper from him.
"Wanna hear you," Dennis grunted, eager to pull more pained noises from Mac.
Mac keened at the tug at his hair and held his arms against the arm of the couch as to bestow Dennis his wish. He began to move back against Dennis, aching for more movement between his thighs. Dennis continued his grinding into the captivating heat between their bodies, growing needier by the second.
"C'mon, Den," Mac muttered hungrily, "Faster…" He pushed his thighs closer together and let a moan fall out of his mouth. A low groan could be heard behind him, and Dennis promptly obliged, quickening his pace and letting his cock thrust harder against Mac's balls, pushing the man harshly into the couch. He leaned further against Mac's back to gain more leverage as his hand resumed his previous stroking of Mac's painfully hard cock. He thumbed at the tip and spread precum down his shaft in a way that had Mac's eyes rolling into the back of his head. Mac grabbed behind him and brought Dennis down so his chin was resting against his shoulder, rolling his hips even closer.
Their thrusts were growing increasingly sporadic, the wet sounds of skin against skin and high moans enveloping the room, each lost in the overpowering sensation of the other.
"Fuck, Mac!" Dennis groaned against his ear, picking up his pace almost to the point of overstimulation for the both of them. He tugged at Mac's cock with a punishing pace, and, combined with the sweet pressure against his ass, Mac couldn't hold back the pathetic string of whines that left his lips and came hard against the couch. Dennis quickly followed, Mac's pitiful moans like music to his ears as hot white ropes of come decorated Mac's inner thighs and cock. He rode out his orgasm, thrusting a few more times before collapsing with exhaustion on top of Mac.
They were both panting messes for a few moments before Dennis sat up and helped Mac onto his back, who was almost limp under his touch, and moved them away from the mess they made on the couch, carelessly wiping his hands against the cushion. They leaned against the couch, tired from both the post-orgasmic bliss and the excess amount of alcohol they had. Mac's head fell onto Dennis's shoulder, and it was then Dennis decidedly grabbed the blanket resting atop the couch and slung it over the two of them. They could use the rest.
"Night, Den," murmured Mac softly against his shoulder.
Dennis let his face contort into a small smile and closed his eyes.