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Driver shifted in the couch as he waited for Ryland to come out. There was something about a stunt job he was supposed to care about, but mostly he wanted to be around the other man. Many of his days were filled with Ryland, driving him to work, body doubling chores, going to the grocery store. It was domesticity at its finest and Driver drank it up greedily.
Ryland made it easy to be greedy. Even the small touches and praise by the other man made Driver almost swoon, his heart completely far gone. Driver could take a step forward and Ryland seemingly welcomed him with ease, never swaying away.
He originally came up to the other man's apartment to make sure he was awake, aware of the man's tendency to sleep in on the weekend. When he turned the key he could hear Ryland shuffling around in his room however, so it wasn't of much concern.
So he was comfortable on the couch.
It was comfortable to just be near where Ryland was.
There was a buzz from his jacket pocket and Driver sighed as he fished it out. He pressed on the power button and the message was just an address, but looking at the contact it was just C. Seavers finally getting back to him on the filming location.
"Oh, you let yourself in…" Ryland's voice was soft, like he'd been shocked to see Driver there. He jerked his head up to look at the other man, hiding behind his door frame. His hair was messy like he had her to brush through it, glasses askew on his face.
So cute…
Driver stood up with a soft huff, jerking his head to the door. They had to be leaving soon if they were going to be at any point on time. Driver walked over to the kitchen, pulling out a toothpick to press between his teeth.
Ryland didn't move.
Driver raised his eyebrows as he looked up at the man again, who looked rather nervous. He raised a brow, wondering why the other man was hesitating.
"I… haven't done laundry in a bit." Ryland admitted as he stepped out from his room. The white button up and fox cardigan were normal routine parts of the man's closet. Comfy, professional, something that the man kept prepped most of the time.
And oh.
Driver's drifted down to the man's legs, a skirt hanging off of them. It was long and modest, not something that would usually get hearts racing, but damn…
The toothpick dropped out of Driver's mouth.
"Wow." Driver murmured, rolling his shoulders and dropping his jacket. He quickly pulled himself out of the kitchen, his heart racing. He crossed over to the other man in quick steps, looking up and down.
"Is that a good wow?" Ryland cringed, rubbing at his neck. Driver firmly started to nod his head, very very enthused at the change of appearance.
"You're beautiful." Driver mumbled, his hands going to the man's shoulders. Driver wished he was better at words, that he knew how to talk the same way that he thought, but it eluded him. Still, Ryland blushed under the attention, shivering.
Driver was not going to get anything done with the man looking like this.
Ryland was like a blushing bride, eyes shifting away under his glasses. Driver brought up a hand to gently correct them on his nose, hand shifting to hold the man's jaw. If he thought about it the teacher practically swooned under such little attention, flushing a deep red.
"I'm going to kiss you." Driver had decided right then and there. Ryland jolted and held his hands up, shaking his head quickly.
"W-what?! Driver, you can't joke about that!" Ryland blurted out, almost a whine. "Thats- especially not with that look on your face oh my god. Driver I'm like… almost a decade older than you, you can't be serious?"
Ryland started to awkwardly laugh, taking a step back. Driver quickly followed him though, reaching past to close the door so that the teacher couldn't escape.
"Not a joke." He felt himself almost growling, leaning closer to Ryland. "I like you. So very much. I want you Ryland, I need you. I don't just spend most of my time with you on a whim, nor follow your every word just because. I do it because I need to be of service to you."
"You-" Ryland squeaked, his hands shaking. "That's the longest I've heard you talk??"
"My mouth has better uses." Driver groaned, pressing his face to the man's neck. He slid a hand around his waist, pulling Ryland close. "Please. Please, let me kiss you. I need it."
He cradled Ryland closer, one hand on his waist and the other on his cheek. The man squirmed but didn't push him away. Ryland was fully capable of doing so, he knew he was, but the man wouldn't.
"Oh Geez…." Ryland mumbled, hiding his face in Driver's hair. "That's…. That's what you really want?"
Driver grunted, nodding his head firmly. He pulled back to look at Ryland again, dragging his nose across the man's jaw as he watched. He almost wanted to just take, to push the boundaries, but Driver knew what would happen if he did.
He messed it up once, he won't again.
Not with Ryland.
"You're so young-" "That doesn't matter. Please, Ryland, what do I need to do to convince you?" Driver bemoaned, interrupting the man. It might've been a little rude but he was barely holding on when someone as delicious like Ryland was right here.
Driver whined a little when hands settled down on his shoulders. For a moment he thought that he was being pushed away, and even by gentle hands it felt like a violent strike.
His thoughts were easily soothed as they slid over, resting on his back. Driver stood up straight, staring at Ryland's eyes. The two of them breathed into each other for a moment, a pregnant pause in the air.
And Driver pounced.
His chapped lips ran across Ryland's soft ones, a noise pulling out from his throat. He still tasted like toothpaste from his morning brush, the sensation barely hidden behind his lips. Driver ran his hands over the man's body before cradling his head, tilting it to the side. Ryland laughed at the contact, his smile pulled tight.
Fuckkk, he was so cute. Who smiled in the middle of a kiss like a giddy teenager anymore?
"You're pushy." Ryland mumbled, delivering a soft peck. Driver just hummed and tilted his head back, waiting for the next. The teacher peppered kisses all over his lips, slightly wet as he slid his tongue over the pink tissue.
"I know what I want." Driver responded, licking his lips. He tilted his head and Ryland nicely slotted himself to the other side, accepting the kiss. The younger man was quite pleased, Ryland able to understand exactly what he wanted without words even like this. He pressed his tongue against hot lips, feeling them press open.
Ryland's mouth was practically heaven, Driver had quickly decided. It was warm and wet, and he was allowed to run his tongue over all of it. It was a precursor to any other intimacy, yet Driver could feel himself staying here forever. His tongue pressed against Ryland's, then to the roof of his mouth. The teacher shivered a little, hands fisting into driver's shirt. He clung tightly and Driver repeated the action, feeling the man twitch.
Gorgeous.
"So pretty." Driver pulled back to mumble. Ryland whined at that, his hands tugging for the younger man to come back. "Acting like it's been too long."
Ryland frowned at the man's teasing, raising up a hand to pinch his cheek. Driver always liked when the other man acted like this, clever but boardedline flirty. He knew that was just how Ryland acted sometimes, but this was real right now.
"Don't be cheeky with me." The man grumbled, shaking his head. Ryland's face was flushed and his lips were pursed, to which Driver just has to kiss again. Ryland groaned at the contact though, leaning to chase him.
"Hold on." Driver grunted, sliding his arms around the teacher. He picked up Ryland by his thighs, almost swooning at the resounding high pitch noise of surprise and the way the man's arms tightened around his neck. Driver's lips found the older man's once again, walking him to the couch as they made out.
Hands slid over various parts over each other's body, over and under clothes. Ryland was positively pink as Driver nibbled on his neck, pulling buttons loose as he stripped off the cardigan and shirt.
So gorgeous.
Driver committed the noises to memory as he traversed fragile flesh, digging his teeth into the man's shoulder. Ryland gave a keen at the attention, his chest quickly rising and falling. Driver slid hands over the man's ribs, hovering above him. Eyes roamed over flesh as Ryland clenched Driver's shirt, eyes blown wide as they looked at one another.
"I want you in my mouth." Driver felt himself saying, almost whining. His hands slid down to the man's thighs, surprisingly muscular under the skirt.
"You mean- oh you don't have to do that…" Ryland mumbled, breathless. He let go of Driver as he tried to sit up, but the younger man held onto him tighter and scooted him back into place.
"Ryland." Driver grunted, kneading those perfect thighs. "I want to. I really, really want to."
He probably shouldn't get into the thoughts of how badly he wanted his mouth on the man. Probably shouldn't talk about the idea of orally pleasing the other man until he was too dumb to talk. Driver kept his mouth shut and let his eyes bore into the other's, thumb sliding to the inner thigh.
"Okay, okay!" Ryland held his hands up in surrender. "Let me just take off-"
"I'll take care of you." Driver shook his head, peeling the skirt up. He slid his hands over calves and thighs, watching the skin revealing. The bundle of fabric fell around Ryland's waist, staying there.
Oh fuck.
Driver moaned at the sight.
Ryland was straining against his boxers just from a heavy make out and some nice touching. There was a wet spot right at where the man's tip layed and Driver dove down, sliding thighs over his shoulders.
"Driver- woah wait-" Ryland's words were on deaf ears as Driver licked across the fabric. Slightly musky, salty over the wet spot. It felt addicting, and he kissed messily over the man's shaft through the fabric. "Driver!"
"I'm sorry." He whimpered between Ryland's thighs. His arms flexed as he held the man in place, chest heaving as he shoved his face against the cock. He just breathed it- Ryland's scent oh fuck- in with a groan, fingers squeezing the plush flesh in his hands.
"I'm sorry." He repeated with a grunt. "I'm… I need you so much. I need your cock in my mouth. You're so pretty, Ryland, so fucking pretty and I want your cum down my throat so please just let me."
Ryland's face flushed heavily at the confession, hands going to cover his face. He nodded his head quickly, despite his embarrassment. Driver kissed the man's thighs softly, both sides before dipping between them. Ryland tensed a little, squeezing Driver's face between his legs, before sliding a hand over to the others.
Driver took it, threading their fingers together.
He peppered kisses over the stiff cock in front of him, wetting the fabric. He worked up and up until he hit the patch of pre, opening his mouth and sucking. Ryland bucked into it with a low keen, panting heavily behind his hand.
"Gorgeous." Driver mumbled, puckering his lips. His free hand slid from Ryland's thighs to his stomach, holding onto the skirt bundled at his waist. He pressed kisses all over the man's groin and cock, watching as the man twitched and panted. So pretty, so sensitive. The teasing through fabric went on for a while, riling the older man up with direct contract before pulling away to the surrounding areas.
"Driver- driver come on..." Ryland groaned helplessly behind his hand. His chest was heaving, and the blush he had went from his cheeks to his shoulders. He was so pretty all riled up, thighs shaking and hand firmly gripping Driver's.
"What?" Driver hummed, leaning his head against Ryland's thigh. His thumb slid over the skin between the skirt and the boxers, careful. Ryland's cock twitched under the fabric and he let out a breath, brows pinched.
"Didn't you want to… you know?" Ryland mumbled, putting his heel into Driver's back. It wasn't harsh, just shifting around like how he'd nervously shift weight on his feet. There were tears in his eyes from all the teasing, but they'd yet to fall.
It was cute.
"Have to make sure you know you'll be okay." Driver sighed, nipping at Ryland's leg. The man jolted and his heel dug into Driver's back, pressing him down. Driver dug his teeth into the meaty flesh, sucking it into his mouth.
"Fu- ohhh." Ryland's hand squeezed on Driver's tighter, and he met the contact right back. "Driver, Driver please- oh please."
Driver let go, pressing a quick kiss to the hickey. His free hand moved down, hooking into the boxers and peeling them down. Ryland's cock was hard and drippy, hips shaking just from breath directly on it.
Driver lapped the tip of it, savouring the taste of the other man. He could die happy with just that little swipe and Ryland's fingers squeezing him tight. He wouldn't die though, not here between the man's thighs, and not ever as long as Ryland was nearby. Death was only his home when nobody else held his heart, and it was right in Ryland's gasp where it should be at the moment.
"So fucking pretty." Driver moaned, tongue swirling around the tip. Ryland let out a small noise, shivering as the man's tongue stroked under his head. Driver would've probably been chastised for swearing if his darling could remember his words, but driver was very keen on not letting that happen.
He opened up his mouth wider, panting against the heated flesh. His tongue lapped from the base to the tip before he leaned forward, swallowing it up. Ryland's cock was heavy where it just barely hit the back of his throat, a salty taste covering his mouth. Driver's eyes rolled back as he swallowed around the tip, arms flexing to fight against Ryland writhing in pleasure. Driver leaned up more to fold the man in half, their joined hands shifting to Ryland's shoulder. He sucked on the cock in his mouth, eyes watching the way the other tilted his head back and cried between moans.
So pretty.
Driver bobbed his head on the other man's cock, breathing heavily through his nose. The way Ryland would twitch and whine as a tongue flicked over his hole, or his heel digging into Driver's back was addicting. He couldn't stop now that he had his mouth on his beloved, now that he could feel every twitch on his tongue and the taste burned into his memories.
Ryland's keens and wordless moans filled the air as he was sucked off, tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes were mostly closed, those ocean eyes barely peaking out against wet lashes. Driver just watched as he sucked on the man's cock, thumb brushing against the other's as they held hands.
Driver pulled off of the length with a wet groan, panting through his mouth. His jaw ached from all the sucking and he dripped saliva off of his lips and all over the other man's skin. The younger man adjusted his arm to pull away from keeping Ryland in place, trusting the man to be good, and instead slid around to the globe of the man's ass. He harshly grabbed the muscular flesh with his hand, feeling the weight of it between his fingers. Ryland whined a little at the rough treatment, batting his eyelashes, but didn't protest. His chest heaved even as Driver slid his fingers between cheeks, gathering up the saliva Driver had drooled over the man, and pressed against the others rim.
Ryland nodded instantly.
Driver kissed the man's thigh, mumbling a soft thanks with a gravelly voice, before spitting on his fingers again. He carefully pressed against the hole, watching the man accept them with ease. Driver looked up at Ryland and the man took their joint hands to kiss Driver's knuckles. He smiled softly at that and slowly shifted his pair of fingers around, feeling the man up.
It was surprisingly easy to get Ryland loosened up on just spit, at least to take two fingers to the knuckle. He moaned and rocked himself on Driver's hand, cock leaking onto the bunched up skirt. Driver scissored his fingers along, brushing them around the man's prostate in a tease.
It was driving Ryland crazy.
"Driver—" the man whined as he struggled to think of words. "Yo- you gotta lemme cum. I need to cum s-o badly." His breath hitched as driver pressed down on that spot deep inside him, throwing his head back on the couch.
It was so cute.
Driver loved the tears, love the begging, loved the way Ryland moved and squirmed. Every single part of the man was needy, begging for more and more. It was like he wanted to be consumed whole, a tempting prey cheating death. The older man was a whole show to watch and play with, every little thing getting a reaction but never letting Driver pull away entirely.
"Whatever you want." Driver hummed, lowering down to kiss Ryland's cock. It twitched at the contact, flexing against his lips until he welcomed it inside. He sucked it back into his throat then pulled back, his fingers pressing deep into Ryland. Every time one part of the man got a full sensation the other didn't, and Ryland really cried about it. He was blubbering and sobbing as his body was taken apart, his prostate lovingly grazed and his cock swallowed whole. The man's entire body was shaking as he begged, calling for Driver over and over.
And who was he to deny?
Driver picked up the speed of both his head and his hand, ignoring the cramp he could feel coming on. Nothing would matter as much as the other man's pleasure, as getting a mouthful of cum. Driver was in heaven and he was desperate to show his worth, sucking on Ryland's twitching cock and rubbing into the man's prostate with every shift of his fingers.
Ryland moaned loudly against the arm of the couch as he came, legs shaking. His cock squirted into Driver's mouth and he pressed down to feel it shoot down his throat, eyes rolling back. Ryland's nails were squeezing into Driver's hand, but that was fine. He kept watching Ryland as he rubbed his hole and tongued at the underside of the man's cock, waiting until sobs gave into sniffles and his body went limp.
Driver only pulled back then.
Ryland was sweating heavily, twitchy with a limp cock. His thighs were spread wide and the length fell against his stomach, settling on the bundle of skirt. Tears stopped falling down from his eyes but he was red faced still, small little hiccups wracking his chest. His hole twitched as Driver pulled his fingers out of it, and Driver sighed at the dreamy image.
"You're so pretty." He mumbled, leaning over the man. Ryland blinked at him a few times and Driver smiled, kissing those wet cheeks. The man just chuckled at him and opened his mouth, and Driver could never deny him anything, and the two exchanged kisses again.