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Luca knows he shouldn’t—he knows but the haze of fireball whiskey and cheap tequila is softening the sharp edges of his consciousness and before he knows it his palms rest on the soft curve of Theo’s ass. The other boy is sprawled out on the carpeted floor just in front of the couch, a throw pillow clutched beneath his chin. His back moves up and down with the steady cadence of deep sleep and he doesn’t stir when Luca’s hands settle on his body.
Warm… is the first thing Luca thinks. Heat radiates through the thin fabric of his athletic shorts—not the fire of fever, just the soft heat of something alive. Something beautiful and alive and solid beneath Luca’s touch.
God, his shorts are short. Is the second thing he thinks. They’re the same shorts they all wear to practice—his own wardrobe is full of them—but something about the way they settle on the curve of Theo’s ass makes them look absolutely sinful.
He kneads the soft tissue experimentally, feeling the layers of fat over solid muscle beneath his fingertips. Theo doesn’t have the biggest ass on their rugby team, but the shape of it… perky and full, almost too perfect to be real.
But it is real. Theo’s ass is warm and solid as his thumbs slip lower, lower, pulling at the hem of his shorts. The thin fabric offers little resistance, slowly revealing the swell of his ass and then, finally, a spattering of dark hairs between his legs.
Oh, going commando? Luca notes with a private smirk. He knows Theo’s desperate for it—Luca can hear him night after night through their shared wall whimpering with his hand between his legs. He’s even heard the wet squelch of his cunt around his own fingers in the locker room when Theo thought no one else was there. But, foregoing boxers to a post-game victory party with the full-intention, as he had so boldly declared, to get black-out drunk? Now that’s fucking desperate.
He hooks a finger in the crotch of his shorts and pulls them aside, taking a moment to admire the sight before him. Theo’s cock sits flush atop his perfect little cunt. His public hair is trimmed short back here—a modest bush in the front but bald in the ass. Well maintained, revealingly so. Almost as if Theo planned on sharing tonight.
Luca rubs the pad of his thumb up his outer lips, then back down, repeating the motion a few times. The warm puffy skin yields easily under his touch, and when Theo shows no sign of stirring, he creeps inward.
Theo’s folds part around his fingers like the velvety petals of a flower. He’s softer here, warmer. After a few careful strokes, the pads of his fingers begin to grow damp.
So reactive, Luca muses, even like this. He’d read online that when trans men started testosterone, it could dry them out as a side effect, but Theo didn’t seem to have that problem judging by the loud, wet noises Luca heard from the other side of the wall late at night and the way the man’s cunt was currently dripping onto his fingers.
One finger slips inside easily, sinking up to the first knuckle with almost no resistance. Theo lets out a breath and burrows his cheek deeper into the pillow beneath his head, but otherwise doesn’t react. Luca pauses there, feeling the way Theo’s silky walls press in around him. The shape of it is not what he expects—there are contours and ridges on every side and, unlike an ass, this passage seems to grow tighter once he breaches the entrance. Almost as if it's sucking him in.
He pushes deeper, slowly, curling his fingertip into Theo’s plush upper walls. His knuckles strain against powerful, bulky thighs as he sinks around a bend in the passage. Theo’s cunt angles up toward his belly, he notes, and the skin back here is different—ridged and almost spongey. He rubs against it experimentally, freezing in place when a breathy little moan slips from Theo’s closed lips.
Is this like a prostate? The spot is about the same… He wonders, waiting for Theo to grow still before kneading at the spot again. A hot little spurt of fluid dribbles out around his finger, drenching the back of his knuckles.
He carefully slips a second finger in alongside the first. Theo’s cunt takes him easily, slick with arousal as the little cock between his legs perks up into the folds of his shorts. Luca retreats slowly before sinking back in, curling his gentle stroke up into Theo’s inner walls. He thrusts slow and steady, coaxing delicate little sighs from the sleeping boy.
“Mmn…” Theo moans softly as Luca grows bolder, scissoring his fingers up and down. Theo’s walls push against him, slick and velvety, as he works them apart little by little. While Theo’s mind may stay lost in drunken dreams, his body certainly responds. Viscous, thick fluid paints Luca’s hand, clinging to Theo’s muscled thighs. His little cock sits perk, flush and soaked.
Luca fucks his fingers in and out a few more times, faster now, rougher, and Theo’s cunt twitches around him in response. But it stays completely relaxed, taking Luca easily, almost as if it's asking, promising to keep a secret. Begging him.
His cock springs free as he lowers the waistband of his sweatpants. He grabs it with one hand, smearing precum over the reddened tip with his thumb before he fists up and down his shaft a few times. God, he’s already rock hard.
After some careful repositioning, he lines himself up with Theo’s entrance. Plush skin bows around him as he slots his cockhead into the sleeping boy’s drooling cunt. The heat of it envelops his cockhead, pressing in around him like the most intimate embrace as he gradually works his way deeper.
Despite his preparation, Theo’s body quickly meets him with resistance, forcing him to still his hips. He bobs gently back and forth, coaxing his way deeper in small increments. Theo’s cunt yields to him bit by bit as he fucks it with delicate, yet insistent thrusts, sinking deeper, deeper.
He can’t stop the sigh that slips from his lips as his balls settle against Theo’s crotch, pressing against arousal slicked skin as he bottoms out. God, it feels amazing. Better than he ever could have imagined. Theo’s perfect, wet heat presses against him for every direction, each little contour and ridge pure bliss against his aching hard cock.
A groan dies in his throat, choked down by sheer willpower as Theo clenches around him, almost like his body is begging Luca to move, to sink deeper.
With tensed legs, he backs out, stopping just before his cockhead slips free. Then, he sinks back in just as slow. Theo’ cunt takes him easily this time, his soft inner walls already molded to fit Luca’s cock.
He angles his thrust down into the carpet, thinking of that bundle of nerves he found with his fingers that made Theo moan so pretty. As his cockhead sinks true, he’s rewarded with a shudder and a soft, pleased sigh.
Luca’s next thrust comes faster, growing bolder as his patience wears thin. He can feel his control slipping every time Theo’s cunt flutters around him—every droplet of arousal that trickles from the sleeping boy’s stretched entrance calls him forward by sheer instinct. He feels like a stupid horny dog with a plaything, slowly losing himself to his base instincts. But Theo just feels so fucking good…
His thrusts dissolve into desperate ruts, short and rapid, like he can’t bear to withdraw from the perfect little cunt wrapped around him. A wet squelch sounds softly in the air as he bears down on that sensitive little spot, fucking right through Theo’s belly, forcing a whine from his closed lips. It’s only when Luca feels wetness on his thighs that he realizes Theo squirted around him.
So wet, Luca thinks in a haze, gripping Theo’s hip as he continues to rut into him. My cock made him squirt. My cock made him this wet, makes him feel good…
He doesn’t last long after that. Luca groans low in his throat, hips twitching forward hard enough to slide them both along the carpet. Once, twice, three times he sinks in deep before his climax washes over him. It hits him hard. His eyes shut tight as a strangled sweat forces its way from his throat. His mind goes blank as a wash of euphoria sweeps through him as all he can do is bask in it.
“Done already?” A soft voice murmurs in the dark. A flash of horror cuts through his post-orgasmic haze like a bucket of ice water dropped on his head.
“Holy shit, Theo,” he fights to keep his panicked voice quiet. “I didn’t—fuck, I mean…”
Theo only yawns lazily as he listens to Luca scramble, rolling his cheek against his folded arms as he eyes the other man crouched over him in the dark.
“Jesus, stop freaking out,” he waves off Luca’s scrambled apologies and half formed justifications. “I woke up before you even put your dick in me. I would’ve stopped you if I didn’t like it.”
All at once, Luca becomes aware of his rapidly softening cock still buried in Theo’s cunt, and a renewed sense of mortification washes over him before he finally processes Theo’s words.
“Wait, you… liked it?” He asks dumbly.
Theo looks like he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Obviously. Did you think I wouldn’t? If you did, that’d be kind of fucked up of you.”
“Well, no. I mean, I didn’t think that you wouldn’t…” he tries and fails to explain again.
Theo lets out a theatrical sigh. “I’ve been dropping hints all night, idiot,” he says. “Talkin’ about how much I love drunk sex while practically crawling into your fuckin’ lap. Jesus dude, take a hint. If I knew this is what’d finally make you fuck me I woulda passed out in front of you ages ago.”
Luca finally backs out, his half hard cock slipping free of Theo’s entrance still connected by a thick string of slick. A moment later, a gush of white slowly bubbles from his reddened cunt.
Theo sighs again. “You came and I didn’t. No fair.”
“Well, we could always change that,” Luca offers, one hand still clutched around Theo’s hip as he watches his own seed ooze across pink skin. If he hadn’t just cum, the sight alone would’ve been enough to make him hard all over again.
Theo smirks lazily, lashes low as he looks up at Luca in the dimly lit living room. “I don’t know,” he drawls, his voice rough and teasing. “I’m pretty tired. I might fall asleep again…”
He wiggles his hips, cocking one knee up on the carpet. His cunt clenches, forcing out a thick droplet of cum.
“Would that be a problem?”
Luca feels his heart jump in his chest, pounding almost painfully against his ribs in anticipation. He shakes his head. “I think I’ll manage.”