They started in the hallway.
Clothes were strewn from the front door, down toward the kitchen where they’d hunted for the condoms and lube. Boxes and bags had been opened until the desired objects were located underneath a can of coffee in one of the containers with the food. Kent tossed them onto a counter and grinned hungrily at the naked man in front of him.
One hand caught Dusk by the shoulder to drag him closer. Kent spun him around within his arms. His fingers skated up his sides to pause at his nipples, dancing circles around the stiffening nubs, eliciting an instant moan, and arching the back of his willing captive.
His tongue swirled around the edge of Dusk’s ear before exploring the side of his neck, nibbling at the underside of his jaw. Kent smirked against his jaw when a hand dropped over his and forcefully guided both down his stomach to drift into the bright blue briefs, the only article of clothing either of them still wore, and wrapped their joined fingers around his arousal.
“Eager, are we?” Kent teased with a swipe of his tongue along the outer shell of his lover’s ear. He chuckled wickedly at the bucking body in his arms. “So sensitive, so desperate for more.”
They stroked the hard shaft together. Dusk twisted his head around to the side until their lips could meet. They groaned into each other’s mouths when Kent rubbed himself against the toned, rounded rear in front of him.
Kent tugged his fingers free, resting both of his hands on Dusk’s shoulders to turn him and gently guide him to his knees. He bumped his shaft against that kiss-swollen mouth. “Suck.”
Dusk peered up at him with a sly smile. “Resorting to one-word demands?”
He jutted his hips forward to lightly smack against the slightly parted lips. “Why write a novel when a sentence will do? Suck, damn it.”
With one hand going around to splay across Kent’s behind, Dusk had apparently decided to throw teasing out the window. His tongue whisked over his sensitive head ever so briefly before engulfing his arousal in the wonderfully wet and warm heat of his mouth.
Kent’s fingers tangled roughly in the tousled blond hair of the man to pull him off. “Get up here. Changed my damn mind.”
Yanking him into a kiss, Kent wanted to possess the man through the voracious caress. His tongue bumped against the jewelry in Dusk’s mouth, which as always sent a shudder down his spine straight to his dick. He groaned into his mouth, voice dropping to a gravelly depth.
Reaching blindly behind him for the lube left on the counter, Kent tossed the small bottle to Dusk with a pointed glare. The younger man smirked at him before making a lewd meal out of slicking his fingers to prepare himself. He found it almost impossible to look away or even start to open the condom wrapper, earning himself a dark chuckle.
Preparation complete, Kent pushed Dusk up against the cold steel of the refrigerator. He laughed at the hiss from the man whose nipples had come into contact with the coolness. One slow roll of his hips and his shaft sank deep into that glorious tight heat.
For the rush of their foreplay and preparation, Kent had an unshakeable need to take his time. His measured thrusts dragged groans of complaint from Dusk, but he maintained his unhurried pace. Minutes went by until their bodies shook with the overwhelming urge to crest into blissful pleasure, sweat dripping from his nose down his partner’s spine.
“Can’t. Have to,” Dusk gasped out.
“Fuck.” Kent found it impossible not to follow when the tightness clamped down around his shaft, forcing his climax. He dropped his forehead against the back of Dusk’s neck with one arm around the man and his other hand gripping desperately for the door of the fridge to keep them on their feet. “God. Damn. So damn good.”
Dusk breathed heavily in his arms, knees almost going out from under him. “One down? Where next?”
“Hang on.”
The trail of clothing might’ve led from the front door to the kitchen, but it was condoms and foil wrappers playing breadcrumbs from the fridge, down the hall, into the living room, and through to the master bedroom. They christened three of the main spaces in the house before collapsing on their backs, spent, on the uncovered mattress with equally exhausted sighs of contentment.
Too tired to do much of anything, Kent barely knew what was happening until Dusk had stroked him to hardness. A condom quickly slid down on his arousal. The younger man who had way more energy than was normal threw his leg over the prone contractor and slid himself down onto his shaft.
A hand sought his, knotting their fingers together, while Dusk rode him to yet another orgasm, the slowest and hardest of the day to achieve. He hadn’t believed either of them had one left. He was definitely mistaken.
So damn wrong.
The tanned, muscled body of the man currently screwing himself on his dick became a mesmerizing sight. Kent wondered if he’d been hypnotized by it. He couldn’t bring himself to do much more than reach between them and casually stroke Dusk’s own arousal, fingers curled around to allow it to slide in and out each time the man lifted up and down.
And then, finally.
They were both spent, physically and sexually. Kent glanced toward the bathroom door, but couldn’t find the energy to drag himself into the room to clean up. Dusk tossed the last of their condoms in the general direction of the trash can in the corner and dropped onto the bed with a tired grunt.
“We should clean up.”
“Right,” Dusk mumbled, already sounding half asleep.
“We’ll be crusty if we don’t.”
“Right.”
Napping hadn’t been part of his plan for the day, but they slept for several hours. Waking up with the evidence of their christening marathon dried on his stomach had him cringing.
Dusk’s eyelids fluttered before opening fully. He stretched his arms and legs out before regretting it almost immediately. “Oh, ow. Why did I decide that last time was a good idea?”
“No idea.”
“I’m crusty.”
“Told you.” Kent grunted when an arm flopped onto his stomach. “Shower?”
Dusk nodded so minimally he almost missed it. “Fuck-a-doodle-do.”
“Just realized you weren’t in your early twenties anymore?”
“Yeah.” Dusk flopped over on his side and grinned at him. “I’m consoling myself in the knowledge that at least I’m not in my forties.”
Deciding to respond like the mature adult, Kent shoved the idiot off the side of the bed. Dusk landed on the floor in a tangle of his limbs. He stood with a sniff, his only answer to being rolled off the mattress, and made his way into the bathroom.
“Got any towels?”
Kent grabbed his toiletry bag and towels before joining the veterinarian in the shower. He hissed in surprise when ice cold water hit his back. “You couldn’t have turned on the hot?”
“Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
They showered quickly once the water warmed up a little. Their shafts gave kicks of interest at the soapy, roaming fingers. Neither of them could manage more than a halfhearted hint of arousal.
Too much sex, not enough sleep.
His stomach growled loudly.
Or food.
Padding through the house barefoot with a towel around his waist, Kent retrieved their clothing. He laughed when he had to stand on his tip toes to grab the socks that had found their way up on top of the cabinets. How the hell did they get up there?
“Found your trousers on the fan. I don’t remember us sending them in that direction.” Dusk wandered into the kitchen to join him. He rubbed his fingers across his stomach, the move stretching the veterinarian symbol tattoo on his forearm. “So, I think we should indulge our sex-comas with pizza, affogatos, and maybe a pint or four of gelato?”
“Affogato?”
“Think an espresso milkshake with scoops of gelato,” Dusk said dreamily.
“Is that legal?” Kent had to laugh when they tossed their clothing back and forth when he realized the briefs in his hand belonged to Dusk who had a hold of his boxers. “We certainly worked up enough of an appetite.”
“We did—shit.” Dusk’s foot skidded out from under him when he stepped on a condom. “I haven’t slipped on a used condom since college.”
After picking up an oven-baked meatball pizza and their espresso floats from Duetto’s, Dusk guided him to one of the nearby marinas. They sat on the seawall outside of the members only cordoned off area, legs dangling over the edge, the box of food between them. One sip of the drink told him that they’d both be wired for hours.
Strong ass espresso.
The breeze off the water made it the perfect winter’s day in Key West. They ate their way through the medium pizza, replenishing the calories they’d burned through during their sensual marathon. Kent thought he might’ve gained two pounds from the affogato alone, never mind the addictive pie with its mounds of meatballs, rich cheese, and sauce.
Kent wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin and snorted at the loud belch from the man to his left. “Classy.”
“Some consider it rude not to burp after a meal.”
“Frat boys don’t count.”
“No, seriously, I think it’s in Thailand where they get all up in arms if you don’t let one rip after a meal.” Dusk waved his cup around, taking a sip and pointing it at Kent. “You mock, but I’m pretty sure it’s true.”
“Have any plans for the day?” Kent had intended to make a start on the renovations, but the sex and the food brought on a lazy fog. “Working on your clinic?”
“Next week.” He tilted his head back when the sun broke through the clouds. “Best time of the year, right now. Sunny but cool enough not to melt you into the sidewalk.”
“Why next week?”
“Jesse and Derrick promised to give me a hand with the second floor of the clinic. It had the most damage. The structural stuff’s all fixed up, but it needs floors and shit before I can move in full time and stop sleeping at my parents’ place.” Dusk grabbed the empty box and napkins, hopping off the seawall to toss it all in a nearby trash can. “Dad would help, but his back’s still jacked up.”
“Want me to…”
“You have your houses to flip.” Dusk shook his head abruptly, sending his mop of hair flying around. “I’ll get it done.”
“Are you…”
“I’ll get it done.”
Okay, then.