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Ping!
Andy: wrapped 4 tha n8t
Ping! Ping!
Andy: n9t?
Andy: n1ght?
Ping!
Andy: r u ignoring me now ?
The phone buzzed and chimed with each new message, shifting ever so slightly over the surface of Seth’s desk. Buried deep in the final paragraph of his last email of the day, Seth was in fact ignoring him. Not purposely ignoring Andy in particular, but without a doubt doing his best to ignore the noise.
Ping!
Andy: …..k. Guess I go to dinner alone?
Ping!
Andy: you’re really going to pass this up? A meal paid for by this gorgeous boy?
Seth exhaled sharply, tapping send a bit harder than necessary. Work was done, thankfuckinggod. He frantically closed his laptop and stuffed it into his bag with his dominant hand and with poor coordination slipped his phone off the tabletop and into his jeans pocket.
While taking the elevator down, curiosity finally got the best of him. What could those notifications have been blowing up his phone about at eleven thirty at night? Clutched loose in Seth's hands, the screen lit up, all of Andy’s many messages flooding to the scrolling tab across his lockscreen. Thirty minutes ago.
Fuck. Seth responded immediately, swiping the closest message open and typing quickly.
Seth: Sorry, meeting ran late. Need to run home and change.
Andy: wow, thought u hated me now.
Andy: can meet @ urs?
Seth: Are you fucking crazy?
Andy: jeez I was joking
Andy: obviously
Seth huffed, dropping the phone to his side as the doors dinged open. He kept his head down and walked hastily through the lobby, ignoring the gaze of anybody he may know solely to escape having to come up with a lie about his plans for the night, god forbid the topic come up.
Ping!
Andy: meet @ my place.
The breath Seth had been sucking in caught harsh in the back of his throat, choking him into a fit of coughs and sputtering breaths. Meet at… his place.
Of course….
Seth: What time?
He could at least pretend to be casual, play up the carefree light of the situation, make a few jokes that won’t land. Andy couldn’t know, he didn’t need to know anything else was happening. The car waiting outside for him took him back home, where he thanked his driver and hurried his way inside to get upstairs as quickly as possible. Andy was probably hungry, he felt like a bit of a dick keeping him up all night so Seth made quick work of changing into something more presentable, and sexier. His usual work wardrobe was fairly regular, nothing outwardly sexual or appealing in the way you’d sort of expect a high school teacher to dress. Which—in his defence—wasn’t entirely unsexy when he wore it. That Part doesn’t matter so much, if it was any other man he would get away just fine in what he was already wearing, but this wasn't any other man. Andy knew him, he’d seen every stage of Seth’s life through the changes in his daily wardrobe, he knows how he dresses, it would be offensive to show up looking like he’d just come from work.
Fuck you, Samberg. Fuck your romantic dinners. I should wear sweatpants and the raggiest t-shirt I still own. Seth hissed within the confines of his own head. Then, aloud, “You’d still want to fuck me in them anyway.”
Deep blushing heat spread across his cheekbones and the tip of his nose, embarrassment rolling through him and knotting in the warm pit in his stomach. That blooming arousal was going to last until morning, if Seth was to bet money on one thing tonight. With a quick text to let Andy know he was on his way, the older man slipped his phone back into his pocket and made his way back down to his lobby, where his driver flagged him down with rapt excitement.
“Date night tonight, sir?” The man chirped, beaming politely at a flustered Seth.
“No— not really…. Just dinner with a friend.” Seth muttered, his ring finger slipping between his parted lips to worry the battered skin between his teeth.
“Can be a date as well, No? Friend date.” The driver offered, winking at him through the rearview mirror.
Seth blushed harder, not at the man's exchange but at the concept of what he and Andy were doing as a ‘date’. It was more like dinner. There had been no further implication than a paid meal. Seth was hungry, he wanted dinner, and the stirring twitching heat stiffening in his jeans would have to be something he handled after. Andy worked all day, they haven’t seen each other in months, a much needed dinner to catch up would be good for them, Seth kept telling himself. Pleading the words would soon start to convince the rest of his body. Especially his squirming pit of arousal and anticipation. A hug might be the thing that makes him blow a load in his jeans for the first time in decades.
Andy conveniently had a room booked within a close distance to Seth's apartment, saving him much of a ride. He realizes shamefully that he probably could have walked, as the car pulled up to the curb outside Andy’s hotel. At least he knew they could drink, and he could just walk it off later. A plan with no flaws. Andy was….. Thoughtful?
Seth got out of the car and waved the driver off with a polite thank you, his mind clearly distracted by the moral dilemma his mind and body were clashing on. They were married men, there was no way they had any underlying tension or romance between them. The podcast was a joke, Seth thinks. He hated to admit that he didn’t really know if Andy was just messing with him. He felt insane like a teenager with a crush mulling these things over internally while he waited dejectedly on the grass median outside. Andy couldn’t even meet him outside on time but he’s supposed to believe there's some sort of secret connection between them.
Fuck, maybe the no sex in months streak really was weighing on him. Was Seth really daydreaming about hooking up with fucking Andy in New York because he was invited to his hotel?
Seth: Are you coming down? Do I go up?
Ten minutes. No answer. Seth inhaled slowly, a soft nausea prickling under his skin.
Andy: was taking a dump, sorry
Seth sighed, releasing the deep breath he’d unknowingly began to hold in anticipation.
Andy: kidding, wasnt a dump.
Andy: lied again, it was def a dump.
Andy: dk why I lied.
Seth: Should I go home? I could walk, It’s close.
Andy: PLEEEEEEEEAAAASE DONT. Im coming man.
Pocketing his phone again, Seth glanced up to the hotel doors to spot Andy making his way over, his big cheesing smile impossible to miss. Seth’s heart lurched, driven by its own lust. He wasn’t prepared to see Andy again after so long.
“Sethlyyyyy~ Hiiiiiiiii!!!” Andy drawled loudly, pulling Seth into a tight hug, instantly dousing all the small fires he’d lit under Seth’s skin in buckets of gasoline, setting every nerve in his body ablaze in a second.
All Seth could manage was a whine, reciprocating the hug in a tightening grip around Andy’s shoulders.
“Come on, man. Let me take you up, show you my view for a while.” Andy nudged him in the rib gently, elbow bone connecting with the ticklish tender groove of Seth’s chest.
“Mmm, Fine. Almost thought you were leaving me out here all night ....” Seth retorted shadily, giving Andy a look that could not be mistaken for anything, he was disappointed in Andy. More importantly, however, he was upset.
Andy had ways of knowing how Seth was feeling without having to ask, little habits becoming harder to miss the more time spent around him. Andy was especially fond of his nervous fidgety habits, in some odd way they humanized him more. When Seth worked tirelessly to build up well maintained walls around himself, trying to save himself the risk of rejection by simply never letting anyone really see when he starts to finally come apart, Andy was first in line, never wasting a day attempting to scale each one for even a moment of genuine Seth. On the days he succeeded, the rewards would plague his mind and every waking thought he had after. A conversation, a soft touch between them, Andy couldn’t live without the possibility of a little bit more the next time. He gave his own intimacy in trusting heeps, a steep contrast to Seth’s withholding. When Seth gave pathetically, he gave all of himself with it.
“I would never do that, I told you I was taking a dump.” Andy assured. The two men moved into the hotel, chatting softly and finding a familiar comfort within each other that had kept them sane throughout SNL years.
In the quiet they exchanged glances in the dimly lit entryway, the shadows cast over them by the overhang of the building's architectural layout, which offered a shelter for quiet conversation and knowing looks. There, something passed between them, something small and unnoticeable to most in the room, fleeting acknowledgment of gut churning intimacy and a silent agreement to never mention any of it out loud.
Counting on one hand, of all times he’s ever felt like his world was ending, more than half of them were at the fault of Andy Samberg.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, Andy slipped a hand across Seth’s lower back, and soaked up the bubbling excitement shooting through him when Seth’s body shuddered into the touch. They’d both missed this, Andy could practically feel the heat radiating off Seth’s skin beneath the soft fabric of his wrinkled blouse. Pressure against his palm snapped Andy out of his trance, Seth fully seeking out further stimulation from him, a silent invitation—no, plea—for Andy to finally touch him. Both men refused the glance of the other, nervous eyes fixed on the floor, on the lurch of Seth’s adams apple swallowing thick around the words he couldn’t yet get out, of the changing digits in the elevators screen. Anything besides each other, and Seth could barely take it. The elevator was a cockblock, the shrill chime jolting them apart, doors slinking open slow enough for both men to semi-collect themselves without anyone noticing.
Seth stuffed his hands into the tight denim pockets of his jeans, reaching his half hard and still growing cock between the fabric to readjust himself. The stimulation drew one soft whimper out of him. It felt so good, barely there and teasing just like everything with Andy seemed to be. It was intoxicating. Nobody mentioned it, the darkening blush spreading over the older man’s face painted his skin a soft red while the two raced for the front door. Andy pressed the keycard to the lock and all but fell through the doorway as it swung open, both men stumbling against each other in a clutter of limbs. The air in the room left as quickly as the men had entered, the tension replacing it thicker and impossible to ignore. Seth toed off his shoes and kicked them to the side, like a dog shaking off to signal to the other that it was done playing and needed a break. Andy seemed to comply with this silent communication, saying nothing as he paced the hotel room for somewhere to sit. It was a nice room, a rather large suite for a single person, with a view that was admittedly quite nice. Seth let his eyes wander around the expanse of the place, trying not to focus on the looming sense of homesickness he felt seeing Andy’s belongings all packed into temporary spaces and suitcases he’d never seen.
“How long you here?” Seth muttered.
“Mmm–a month, maybe?” Andy settled into the bed, laying over the covers like he didn’t plan to stay long.
Nobody said anything for a beat, the silence hung heavy in the air. Seth couldn’t figure out what was making this time so much weirder than the last. They hadn’t seen each other in a while, Seth knew that, obviously. Something else was up, though. Andy hadn’t been able to make eye contact with him since he came through the door, yet minutes prior he had been touching Seth the same way they always have. How could he both remember and forget the things they did together? When Seth was nervous, he had the habit of getting real fidgety, distracting his brain from the things bothering him by physically finding something small and meaningless to destroy, like the cuticles on every finger. Moments like this were perfect for ripping his fingernails to shreds.
“How long has it been since you’ve touched yourself?” Andy spoke suddenly, voice low with an edge Seth knew too well. Oh.
Seth inhaled, the breath catching in the back of his throat, “—What?”
“I’m not repeating myself..”
“You have the balls to ask once but not twice?” Seth laughed, dry and forced.
“Sorry, was it weird?”
Seth couldn’t respond, holding his breath instead. His body reacted to the question while his brain struggled to catch up, breaths coming out of him in soft pants.
“Seth— I haven’t stopped thinking about it. About you, about touching you and I know that sounds insane. The shit I said on the pod wasn’t a joke, man,” He shook his head, “slightly. It was kind of a joke at that moment but it wasn’t after. It wasn’t the second time.”
“No, stop, nonononono, stop, Andy I can’t feel like that again, I can’t do it.” Seth whined, his blue eyes wide and panicked. “I’ve done everything I can to remind myself that you’re happy with her.”
“I am happy with her. I’m not fucking saying I’m leaving my wife, dude.” Andy retorted, standing to face Seth again. “She’s fine with it, she’s not going to be pissed.”
Seth still hesitated, his heart lurching in his chest and catching every beat in the back of his throat. Andy moved closer, shortening the distance between them until he could reach Seth and take a hold of his hands, separating them from each other and the rampage of picked skin wounds he was currently developing. Both hands in Andy’s palms, he could feel just how smooth they still were.
“You can tell me you don’t want it and I’ll respect it.” Andy muttered, his eyes fixed on the furrow of Seth’s brow.
“What if I don’t say anything at all?”
Lips parted this way, it almost looked like Seth was inviting him to try his luck.
Andy inhaled sharp, collecting himself and his grip on the reins. He knew what Seth needed, he needed it just as bad. Raising one hand, he placed his two softest fingers on the curve of Seth’s mouth, index rubbing gently across the shape of his cupid's bow. A wet tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, Andy’s fingers slipping inside in the moment it took for his lips to part. Both men moaned in unison, the silent conflict between them simmering out into unavoidable arousal. Seth moved first, his knees shivering under the weight of holding himself up drawing him to reach out to Andy for support, gripping his forearm tight to anchor him.
“Careful, you’re okay.” Andy soothed, slipping both fingers deeper into his mouth. Seth gagged around them, squeezing his eyes shut against the tears welling up in them. Andy drew back apologetically.
With his mouth full, Seth could say very little, resulting in his body communicating everything he couldn’t. His hands frantically clung to the clothes on Andy, body shaking and shivering through every hook of the fingers on his tongue, eventually manoeuvring and urging his thigh between Seth’s legs with a huff of defiance. The teasing was going to kill him. He wasn’t 30 anymore and he wasn’t sure he’d even stay hard that long.
“mgAmph.. Pleath” Seth sobbed, garbled around the obstruction.
“What?”
Seth rolled his eyes, hard.
“Wow, Alexi must not be giving you anything lately. You’re always impatient but..” Andy trailed off, eyes looking Seth up and down.
“But?” Seth muttered, pulling off the fingers in his mouth.
Saliva slicked his face around his mouth, tears leaking down his flushed cheeks, a sight that sent all the blood in Andy’s body straight to his dick.
“But you’re really, really desperate tonight.” He pulled his thigh away, depraving him once more.
No one doubted Seth’s ability to flirt his way into situations, Andy knew firsthand how intoxicating being courted by a desperately horny and drunk Seth truly was. Something addictive and suffocating like having your ego stroked.. while your dick is also being stroked. Whatever. The metaphor was terrible, but the experience had changed a part of Andy’s brain chemistry that had left a hole he never found a sizable plug big enough to fill.Seth’s flushed face turned away, shame and embarrassment rolling off of him in waves Andy swore he could smell. The large tent in the front of his jeans only got bigger, the embarrassment clearly turning him on. Oh, Seth liked the embarrassment?
“She hasn’t, has she? Do you ask anymore or are you fine with it?” Andy questioned, voice soft and cautious. Then, softer, “Do you have to touch yourself instead?”
Seth groaned under the heat of his burning shame. He didn’t want to answer the questions, they both knew the answers were all no.
“I don’t do that.” Seth fired back weakly, hardly sounding like he believed his own lie.
Andy rolled his eyes this time, “I’m kinda offended you thought that would convince me.”
“I don’t do that.” He repeated, firmer this time, like he really meant it. Watery blue eyes refused to break contact with his socked feet, white fabric contrasting the dark floor and easy to see through the blur of tears.
“You don’t touch yourself?” Andy replied incredulously, the look on his face terribly revealing.
Seth felt like an idiot, shame bubbling up over his head. “Why does it matter to you, man?”
“We’ve been friends for this long and you still think you’re a believable enough actor to lie blatantly to my face!” Andy faked exasperation, biting his lip between his teeth when Seth finally looked back up at him.
“Are you done?” Seth muttered.
“Yeah— Sorry, I’m done. That was too far.. I think you’re a talented actor with.. talent. I just wanted a reaction.” Andy dropped his head, moving into Seth’s personal space with soft caressing fingers slipping toward his dick. He spoke softly against the shell of his ear, nose pressed gently to his temple, “Tell me what happens, how do you make yourself feel good?”
All the air punched out of Seth at once, “I don’t—“
“Oh come on, you don’t get off?” Andy’s tone held an edge of impatience, highly suspicious of how honest Seth was being.
“No! I don’t touch myself anymore, unless I’m fucking away or something.” Seth hissed, hips jerking into the pressure of Andy’s palm on his dick now.
“So what do you do when you get a boner?” Andy realized the question sounded stupid. “Nevermind, probably ignore i—“
“I just— I hump the bed, sometimes. Usually just the mattress or a folded pillow stuffed between my legs.” Seth blurted, cheeks red-hot with overwhelming embarrassment. “Sometimes I get desperate”
The gap between them closed with Andy slotting his leg between his trembling knees. The older man whined softly under his breath, shivering with need against Andy’s wandering hands. They stood together for five minutes, Seth lazily humping and grinding on the hand cupping his cock. The pressure building in his stomach went straight to his leaking tip, wetting the soft fabric of his briefs. He was deeply embarrassed about that, too. The growing bulge in his jeans caught Andy’s attention, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face and sending a surge of nervousness through Seth’s trembling form
“You’re saying you haven’t had anyone else’s hands on you?” His grip tightened around Seth’s bulge, drawing a gasp out of him like a punch to the gut. “Nobody’s fingers inside you?”
Another shift, gripping tighter.
Seth sobbed, head dropping to Andy’s shoulder when his body lurched into the touch, hips jerking forward. “What the fuck is your point?”
Andy pulled away instantly, ignoring the question and Seth entirely when he disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Seth rock hard and soaking through the front of his underwear, and super fucking confused. Here, in the silence of the room, Seth was able to finally focus on his body without stimulation and what it was desperate for. The dull throb of his overstimulated cock head tolled loudly like a clock in the back of his head. He needed to come.
“Andy…?” He called out hesitantly, voice wavering.
“One second!” Andy called back, the sound of loud rummaging through a drawer heard a moment after.
Seth let out a shaky sigh, nervousness twisting and writhing in the pit of his stomach. When the door clicked open, Andy stepped back out into the room with both hands behind his back, eyes following Seth with a soft grin. “Close your eyes..”
Seth inhaled a sharp breath, shaking his head no but obeying anyway. His eyes slipped shut when Andy approached, hands still behind his back, only moving them in front of him when Seth finally listened. “Good, keep them closed. Even when I do this”
“What’s thi—“
Andy slips two fingers behind the buckle and swiftly undoes Seth’s belt, removing it in one swift yank that sends the soft leather snapping back on itself, cracking like a cowboy’s whip in an Old Western film. Seth jumps, eyes squeezing shut tighter.
“Holy shit.” Seth gasped out, eyes flying open again. His cock gave a neglected throb, precum spilling out and wetting his already soaking briefs.
Andy proceeded to get down on his knees and pull Seth’s pants down to his ankles without a second glance. The moment his eyes met with the large stain soaking through the fabric, Andy froze. “You already came?”
Seth shook his head frantically, the tears that had been welling up in his eyes finally spilling down his cheeks, “No! Nonono, It’s—“ Fucking embarrassing, is what it really was. “I just do that.. sometimes. It’s precum.”
Andy chuckled, a short bark of a laugh. “So you cum like a girl.”
Seth squeezed his eyes shut again when Andy pulled his boxers down, his wet cock bouncing back up to his stomach, leaking two weak spurts of precum down his red-hot shaft. This time, they remained shut even when Andy’s hands began caressing their way up his thighs. He couldn’t quite figure out how they had gotten to this point, his brain far too scrambled, but he truly didn’t think it mattered, he just wanted Andy to want him. As seemed to be the theme for the night, Seth was once again startled, the brush of wet silicone against his hot skin making him yelp.
“Shit- sorry. It’s gonna be cold I guess..” Andy offered, uselessly.
Seth huffed, eyes firmly shut. “I can tell.”
Andy giggled, clearly not actually sorry. His soft fingers slipped around the head of Seth’s cock, giving his length a few merciful strokes just to hear the pornographic sounds each one drew out of the man above him. He gave Seth a minute of interrupted pleasure, watching with rapt attention to how quickly his cock thickened in his palm.
“You ever heard of a cock ring?” Andy questioned, his hand slowing.
“What?” Seth muttered, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “Yah, I’m fifty two years old, man.”
“Okay, great. So this shouldn’t be a surprise.” Andy replied, replacing his hand with the silicone hoop of the cock ring slicked in his hand.
The cold thing Seth had felt earlier, now he understood. A shiver wracked his body, anticipating the orgasm delay. “Oh my god.”
“What’s up?” Andy slipped the second part over his balls, biting his lip to hide the sadistic smirk morphing across his face.
“It’s tight..” Seth whined, squirming where he stood in a useless bid for friction. It wouldn’t give him what he needed anyway. “Andy please, it’s tight.”
“Okay well you’re not stuck hard. Just relax, it won’t be tight if you relax..” Andy teased, slowly standing back up.
Seth whimpered brokenly, unmoving from where Andy had left him even as Andy started to walk toward the bed. His eyes followed the younger man to the bed like he wanted to move, yet he remained exactly where he was. A cat stuck in a new harness and Seth stuck in a new cock ring moved quite similarly. Not at all, and then maybe all at once. The older man stumbled toward the bed moments later, bounding after Andy, kicking his pants off with each shaking step.
“C’mere, Seth. Lay here.” Andy commanded, Seth obeyed quickly.
The ring snug around his aching cock felt heavy and restricting, pulling a near constant stream of soft little whines out of him all the time. With every shift, he whimpered. When Andy asked him to lay on his stomach instead of his back, he sobbed. Tossing and turning, he finally settled on his hands and knees presenting for Andy in a series of subconscious decisions.
“Please..” Seth begged, his body trembling, eyes watering.
Andy ignored his pleas while he lubed up three fingers, a generous amount coating his skin. Seth shuddered at the thought, connecting the dots in his mind instantly. He had waited so fucking long for this. When the fingers inched their way to his hole, Seth swore he saw stars. The first breach of a finger through the ring of muscle tore a pathetic sob out of the man, Andy revelling in each noise while fucking each finger deeper into him. The muscle gave way with ease, opening up under Andy’s expert touch and causing Seth to keen loudly with it, the desire and desperation coursing through him had finally begun to cancel out his usual shyness when begging. Now, Seth threw caution to the wind. He begged loudly, pleading for more fingers, and harder, Andy with each introduction of another finger. At three, the stretch drew trembling sobs out of him every time, his neglected and untouched cock leaking steadily where it hung heavy between his shaking legs. The whole experience frying his nerves like firecrackers under his skin was sure to push him over the edge, if he could fucking cum.
“Andy… please, please. I can take it.” Code for “Give it to me”
Andy laughed softly, slipping his fingers out and giving them a swift wipe across his pants. “You’re so impatient. You’re not going to cum any faster..”
“I need you…” Seth cried, voice breaking. His cock pulses, precum puddling between his knees on the bed. Shame blanketed him, his face dark red and expression painted in embarrassment.
Andy knew Seth needed him, he knew Seth, and nothing stood out more to him than when Seth was unhappy and dissatisfied. Maybe it was the product of working alongside him for so long, or maybe it was something about them, but Andy knew and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed it too.
“I know, Sethly..” Andy purred apologetically while he rolled a condom on, trying to ignore the glint of rejection flashing in Seth’s eyes when he spotted the discarded package.
Andy lined his stiffening cock up to Seth’s well lubed hole, pushing in through the tight ring of muscle as slowly as he possibly could. Both men moaned in unison, Seth much louder, typically. Andy, still fighting the urge to bottom out and push their hips through the mattress began a steady rhythm of prostate nailing thrusts, taking sick pleasure out of every slam drawing a louder cry out of the man under him. Seth rode it well, eagerly pushing back into every thrust til their hips slammed every snap, in a way that all too obviously revealed just how desperate Seth really had been for some cock. Andy’s cock in specific he wasn’t certain, but cock for sure.
“Andy.. It’s too tight..” Seth sobbed, prompting the younger man to loop an arm across his chest, dragging Seth flush against his front.
“I don’t care. If it was loose, it wouldn’t do its job.” Andy retorted, slipping his hand over the near purple head of Seth’s cock.
“I won’t cum— please take it off. Please..”
“I know you won’t, because of this.” He tapped the ring, smirking at Seth’s responding hiccuping sobs.
Andy’s hips snapped steadily. He was chasing his own orgasm without regard for the other man’s. Slipping one hand over the back of Seth’s neck, he pinched firmly, then with more force than needed he pressed Seth’s face firmly into the mattress, scruffing him like a dog. Beneath him, Seth responded in a flurry of garbled Fuck, yes yes yes and a breathless please, Andy. The tight heat of Seth’s underused hole hit like crack cocaine to Andy’s spent cock, coaxing his building orgasm out of him until it slammed home, drawing a long groan from deep within Andy’s chest, his dick pulsing. Seth’s hole hugged every curve of Andy’s cock head, fluttering around every shot of cum being milked out of him. Beneath him, Seth sobbed weakly into the fabric of a flattened pillow.
“Fuck, Seth.” Andy panted, letting go of his grip on his skin, the hand print against his freckled skin now red and irritated, making Seth hiss softly in discomfort. “I really needed that..”
Seth sighed comically loud, stretching into the natural arch his body had found itself in, his attempt at enticing. “Glad I could help take the edge off..”
Andy pushed a finger under the cock ring and slipped it off his balls, his own cock twitching in response to Seth’s broken pleas that followed. “Relax, it comes off easier if you just relax.”
The soothing tone of Andy’s voice drew goosebumps across his skin, which felt particularly odd when he was sweating so profusely. The cold and hot clashing in a nauseating mix of shivering through hot flashes, Two deep breaths in was as far as he got in ‘relaxing’ before Andy slipped the cock ring off, the sudden release in pressure sending all the blood rushing from his head to his cock. Stars sprung to the front of his vision as a sudden wave of aggressive arousal swept through him. His body shook in Andy’s hold, completely oblivious to how loudly he was moaning until a firm warm hand clasped around his pulsating dick.
“Fuck, Good boy.” Andy purred, squeezing his fist around Seth’s dick. “When’s the last time you’ve been touched like this?”
Seth squeezed both eyes shut, somehow convinced if he couldn’t see the question then he wouldn’t have to answer it. The truth was pathetic, but the shame made him jolt into Andy’s tight fist, a strike of arousal shooting through him. “It's been years.”
“I know, baby.” Andy tightened his fist when Seth started to really squirm, knowing his telltale signs without either of them needing to exchange a word. “Take what you need, you can have it.”
With a gasp Seth came hard, cock shooting across the expanse of his own chest. Andy was caught off guard, now doing as much as he could to avoid getting cum on the bedsheets, while also embarrassing Seth into a stronger orgasm, the second wind shook through him while he sobbed out in broken heaving breaths.
In the silence that followed, both men panted heavily, curling against each other in the heap of disheveled bedsheets and scattered pillows. Andy knew that when the sun begins to crack through the windows he’ll have to let him go, but for the next few hours he was going to ingest every molecule in the room just to have some part of Seth to take home with him.