Chapter 25 #2
Owen pulled free, and hauled a spluttering Matt to his feet. “You’ve got so good at that,” he murmured before locking lips with him in a fervent kiss.
“Want me to ride you?” Matt whispered between kisses.
Owen let out a breath. “I had something else in mind.” He turned Matt around until he faced the desk. “Climb aboard, on all fours, facing the window.” Matt twisted to stare over his shoulder, and Owen arched his eyebrows. “Unless you think it would be too hard on your knees.”
Matt rolled his eyes but didn’t hesitate, clambering onto the desk, his arse tilted in a move that screamed Take me. Now.
Owen shrugged out of his shorts, his cock hard and wanting. Then he grabbed the lube and tossed the packets onto the desk. His breathing grew ragged at the sight of Matt undoing his own shorts and tugging them over his arse to his knees.
“Let me help with that.” Owen removed them and threw them onto the couch. He stripped off his own shirt, sat in the office chair, drew closer to the desk, and spread Matt’s cheeks before diving in, his tongue seeking that hot little pucker.
Matt groaned, reaching for his own cock and pulling on it. “Oh yeah.”
Owen smacked his hand away and curled his fingers around Matt’s length, taking it into his mouth. He gave it a hard suck before dragging his tongue from head to root, over his balls, his taint, until he was where he wanted to be.
Matt bowed his head, his forehead meeting the varnished surface of the desk. “Love it when you do that.” He already sounded as though breathing was an effort.
Owen chuckled against his hole. “That’s good, because I love doing it.” He worked it with his tongue, teasing the puckered skin, delighting in the multiple shudders that made their way through Matt’s body, making him looser.
Making him ready.
The noises pouring out of Matt multiplied too, and that was enough to make Owen solid as a rock.
“Fuck, Owen…”
“Like that.”
“Oh God—there.”
“Don’t… don’t stop.”
He’d expected Matt to glance towards the door, to show some degree of concern that others could hear him, maybe to mute his cries.
Not even once.
The realisation hit Owen hard.
He isn’t thinking about what anyone else might think. He knows what anyone hearing him might assume, and he doesn’t care.
Owen’s heart pounded. Matt letting go wasn’t recklessness.
He feels safe enough to want, to not apologise for wanting.
And in that moment, fuck, Owen wanted him.
He stood, his steel-like cock sliding through Matt’s crack, sliding his hands over those firm globes to Matt’s waist, then higher along his back. Matt arched, chasing Owen’s touch, short, sharp breaths punctuating every glide of Owen’s hands over his skin.
“Take your shirt off.”
Matt’s breathing caught, and a heartbeat later Owen was rewarded with the sight of sun-kissed broad shoulders, muscles rippling as he moved.
He stroked the bronze skin, pebbled with goosebumps, leaning over to place a trail of kisses down Matt’s spine, his shaft still rubbing over Matt’s loosened hole.
Matt twisted once, his eyes wide. “Please, Owen.”
The soft catch in his voice, that whimper of need…
Owen grabbed one of the packets, tore it open, and squeezed the liquid onto his cock, smearing it over its length. He brought the head to Matt’s entrance and slowly, slowly inched inside him.
Matt’s moans of pleasure bounced off the walls, Owen’s mingling with them.
“Oh, fuck.” Matt shivered. “Feels good.” He grabbed the far edge of the desk and held on, the skin white over his knuckles.
Owen took his time, waiting on Matt for a sign to continue. Through the open window, noises drifted upwards from the garden room, and the sounds only added to Owen’s arousal.
Matt rocked back, meeting his thrusts, and Owen let go.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on it. Use it,” he rasped.
Bodies slammed into each other, their collision louder than anything that filtered through the open window, the sharp slap of flesh meeting flesh. They rocked together, Owen pulling on Matt’s hips, yanking him back onto his cock, low cries tumbling from Matt’s lips every single fucking time.
“Harder,” Matt ground out. “Come on, Owen, fuck me.”
Owen drove his cock deep, and a loud groan burst from Matt’s lips as he bowed his head, shudders jolting through him. “God, yes. More.”
Owen dug his fingers into Matt’s hips, hard enough that he knew there’d be signs afterwards, and the thought of leaving those marks on Matt surged through him in a white-hot blaze.
“Want to see you.” Matt’s voice shook.
Owen was out of him in the time it took to draw breath.
Matt flipped himself onto his back, drawing his knees to his chest. Owen grabbed hold of his hips and tugged him closer to the edge of the desk, adding a trickle of lube onto the head of his dick before sliding all the way home in one long, fluid motion.
Matt bit his lip. “Oh my fucking God.”
Owen leaned over him, ploughing into him, and Matt rested one ankle on Owen’s shoulder.
“How deep can you go?” Matt’s eyes were dark and so huge, his lips parted, his chest heaving, belly quivering.
Owen grabbed Matt’s ankles, lifted his legs until his calves were against Owen’s shoulders, and buried himself in Matt’s body.
“As deep as you need.”
Matt rolled his eyes back. “Oh. Oh fuck.” He tugged on his dick, his hand blurring as he picked up speed, his body tightening around Owen’s shaft.
“Matt,” he gasped. “Soon, baby.”
Matt managed a nod, eyes still huge. “Come inside me. I… I want to feel you.”
Hearing those words flipped a switch, and Owen groaned as he emptied himself into Matt’s tight warmth, his cock throbbing. A moment later, Matt arched, cum pulsing, pooling onto his belly as he shuddered through his orgasm.
Owen leaned over to kiss him, Matt’s hand on his nape, Owen’s dick buried inside him. He fed Matt a low moan, his tongue dancing with Matt’s, swallowing Matt’s soft cries. They finally stilled, Matt wrapping his legs around Owen, caging him.
Owen held him without speaking, his own breathing only just beginning to steady.
Matt had felt safe enough to let go too, and the fact he’d found that safety with Owen made Owen’s chest ache in a way he couldn’t explain.
Matt cupped his head, closed the gap between them, and kissed him on the lips, their foreheads meeting a moment later.
Owen closed his eyes and breathed Matt in, holding him inside, letting him fill Owen’s senses. Matt wove his fingers through Owen’s hair, not letting go for an instant.
Then Matt stroked Owen’s cheek, and Owen opened his eyes to look into Matt’s.
“Now I get it,” Matt murmured.
Owen stilled. “What?”
“Why some guys prefer going bare.”
Owen kissed him, aware of his own cock still wedged inside Matt’s body. “It’s a choice.” He traced a slow line across Matt’s jaw with his finger. “Not a badge of honour.”
Matt locked gazes with him.
Owen kept up that gentle tracing over Matt’s face.
“Condoms are still one of the best ways of protecting yourself and your partner. You already know why I choose not to use them—I’m on PrEP, I get tested regularly, I take DoxyPEP after sex…
That’s a decision I’ve made for myself, and it’s one I talk through with anyone I’m sleeping with.
” He kissed Matt on the lips. “If you’d told me you wanted to use condoms every single time, then we’d have used them every single time.
No discussion.” Another kiss. “Good sex starts with both people feeling comfortable. The moment one of us doesn’t, we stop and figure out why. ”
A smile tugged at the corner of Matt’s mouth. “I like that answer.”
Owen chuckled. “I hoped you would.”
“But I still like how it feels without anything between us.”
“And that’s your decision.”
He eased out of Matt, and Matt’s eyes widened. “God, I felt that.” He shivered. “There’s still part of you inside me.”
“I hate to tell you this, but what goes in can also come out. You don’t get to keep it forever.”
Matt chuckled. “Then we need to repeat this. Often.”
“Much as I like that idea, can we wait a decent period? I don’t have your capacity anymore.” He grinned. “My batteries need recharging, whereas you are the Energizer Bunny.”
Matt stroked his chin. “How long do we have before this party ends?”
He brushed a thumb across Matt’s cheek. “I think my bed ought to be free by then.”
Matt looked him in the eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. “Are you asking me to stay?”
Owen smiled. “If you’d like to.”
“I’d like that very much.”