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*Slap slap slap*
The rhythmic sound of skin smacking against skin echoed through the room along with breathless pants and deep moans. A groan emerged from Jean’s throat as Harry fucked him from behind, the bed squeaking with the movement of his partner’s hips, his head lowered as he was tempted to shove his face into the pillow to muffle the embarrassing sounds that kept coming from him. But he couldn’t deny that it felt so good, and provided a high that drugs just couldn’t reach, to get to the point where his mind fuzzed out and was blissfully blank, even if it was just for a few precious moments. He was glad that he was facing away from Harry, so that he couldn’t see the effect he had on him, the way his cheeks were flushed red under his facial hair, and how his pupils were blown out against his grey irises. Jean was tempted to push back to meet Harry’s thrusts, to get more of his partner’s length deep inside him, but he knew that he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Harry later. Likely when they were laid out on top of the bed sheets to cool off and shared a post-coital cigarette before they inevitably drifted off to sleep. But there was something else that Jean noticed and felt each time Harry pushed inside of him, and that was the friction of Harry’s belly rubbing against his buttocks.
“Harry,” Jean huffed out, lifting his head up and turning just enough so that he could catch a glimpse of his partner from the corner of his eye. “Your stomach keeps hitting my ass.”
Harry paused in his movement when he heard Jean speak up, his hands clutching at his partner’s waist and his cock still deep inside the velvety warmth of Jean’s body. “Is that a problem?” Harry inquired while peering curiously around Jean’s side. “It’s never bothered you before.”
Something in Jean told him not to answer Harry’s question, but he ignored it, instead favoring the part of him that enjoyed stirring his partner up, to get back at Harry for all the times that he’d poked the bear, so to speak. It was a game that they played with each other, one that sometimes ended up with them at each other’s throats instead of each other’s bed. And other times it was the complete opposite. “I thought you were going to cut back on the beers or hit the gym more, that’s all,” Jean replied cheekily.
A slight smirk curled at the corner of Harry’s lips underneath his facial hair. “So, you want me to stop, is that what I’m hearing?” He asked as he moved back slightly, not pulling out of Jean just yet but withdrawing enough so that the threat was there.
“No, don’t stop,” Jean got out, trying not to sound too desperate as he quickly realized that Harry had the upper hand in this battle. Harry would be the type to stop what they were doing and watch him squirm for a little while, somehow Jean had forgotten about that in his aroused state.
“What do you want then, Vic?” Harry grunted as he pushed back into Jean hard, going as deep as he could get inside of his partner and then rolled his hips to really grind his cock into him. “Tell me.”
“Fuck, Harry,” Jean gasped, the sensation of being filled up to the hilt almost getting to be overwhelming for him. Almost. “I want it hard. And fast,” Jean blurted out, his cheeks heating up with the words, and he dropped his head down again in hopes of hiding his face from Harry. Even though he was physically exposed, Jean wasn’t a fan of being emotionally exposed. Unfortunately for him, Harry was aware of that.
A chuckle escaped Harry’s throat when he heard Jean’s reply, and he slid a hand around to the front of Jean’s neck so that he could squeeze it slightly. “You’re sure that’s what you want?” Harry asked breathily, tilting down towards the back of Jean’s head so that his breath grazed over his partner’s earlobe. “I don’t know that I’ll last long like that.”
A shiver ran down Jean’s spine as he felt Harry’s rough hand on his throat, and his dick gave a twitch of anticipation with the thought of the strong fingers that were lightly squeezing him possibly getting even tighter around his neck. “I don’t fucking care Harry,” Jean admitted shamelessly, tilting his head up in hopes that Harry would get the hint. “Just fuck me. Hard.”
“Okay,” Harry said with a laugh, amused with Jean’s eagerness to get wrecked by his cock. But he found it hot too. “Just remember, I warned you,” Harry reminded in a low tone, letting go of Jean’s throat so that he could use both of his hands to grab onto his hips. But not without first giving Jean a playful but firm swat of his palm on his ass before settling back into position so that he could give his partner exactly what he wanted.
The sharp smack of Harry’s hand on his skin quickly drew Jean’s attention away from the loss of fingers around his throat and the stinging sensation had him choking back a gasp. But once Harry started moving, thrusting sharply and pushing deep inside of him, he couldn’t stop the moans that tumbled from his mouth. “Yeah, just like that, fuck,” Jean uttered while he closed his eyes so that he could fully concentrate on what Harry was doing to him.
“You like that, huh Vic?” Harry inquired as he rocked hard and heavy into his partner, savoring the way that Jean was just taking it from him and how easily all his length sank in with each thrust. “You’re so good, so fucking tight,” Harry mumbled, leaning in to press a kiss to Jean’s back.
Jean could feel his cheeks flush hot again at the encouraging words, and even more so at the soft gesture from Harry. He groaned in reply at the compliment, grasping at the bedsheets with his fingers and spreading his legs wider for his partner to give him more room to work with. “More Harry,” Jean pleaded, his voice nearly cracking with the request.
“Fuck,” Harry practically whined, not having experienced Jean being this needy or desperate before. Not even during quick hookups at work in the precinct bathroom, or the times they fooled around in their shared motor carriage. “I’m really not going to last long with you saying shit like that, Vic,” he panted out as he kept up the pace that his partner was demanding, his belly smacking hard against Jean’s ass with each sharp, quick rock of his hips.
Despite Jean’s earlier complaints of Harry’s gut rubbing against his ass as they fucked, he was now greatly enjoying the harsh sensation of skin on skin and the sounds that came with it. Especially with how the head of Harry’s cock pressed into that sweet spot inside him with every single thrust. “Harry, Harry,” Jean moaned out before finally giving in and shoving his face into one of the pillows on the bed, in hopes of muffling the noises that he couldn’t suppress anymore. His own dick was rigid between his legs, bouncing with the movement and dripping slick precum onto the bedsheets below. Jean was tempted to reach down and stroke himself along with Harry’s thrusts, but he was also curious to see if he could get over the finish line just by his partner’s efforts. And judging by the way he was beginning to tense down below, Jean suspected that he just might succeed.
“I want to hear you Vic,” Harry rasped out when he noticed Jean’s head buried in the pillow beneath him. “I want to hear how much you love to take my dick, it’s fucking hot,” he said as he ground his prick deep into Jean’s hole, grabbing his partner’s hips so tightly with his fingers that he was sure that he was going to leave marks. Not that Jean ever seemed to mind when he did.
“Harry, fuck,” Jean groaned out, his voice muffled by the pillow that he had managed to work in between his teeth. He was close, so close, his spine tingled with anticipation. “You and your goddamn ego,” he choked out with a laugh, turning his head so that Harry could make out his words more clearly this time. “Yes, I love taking your dick,” Jean tried to say in as deadpan a manner as possible, but he was finding it difficult to maintain his composure as Harry pounded into him, his voice wavering with his words. “But… I’m, ah—almost there,” Jean admitted in a tight, gravelly voice.
At this point Harry was working up a sweat with the exertion, wet hair plastered to his shining brow, but he never backed down from a challenge, especially one with such a sweet payoff. “Really?” Harry huffed out incredulously while a voice in his head informed him that it was uncommon for a to man finish with just dick alone. It was with that new information that Harry was more determined to get Jean over the finish line. “Then come on Vic, I wanna feel it,” Harry grunted in tangent with a hard thrust, followed quickly by another one, then another one, his belly loudly striking Jean’s ass each time. “Don’t hold out on me.”
Jean clenched the bed sheets between his curled fingers as Harry railed him, gasping, moaning, and practically drooling onto the pillow under him. It didn’t take long before Harry forced the orgasm out of him, Jean’s abdomen tensing sharply in warning before he was spurting white streaks onto his torso. He let out a soft cry of relief as he came, his mind blissfully blanking out with pleasure as his seed dribbled off his cock onto the mattress.
“Goddamn Vic,” Harry breathed shakily as his partner clenched around his cock with his release, pausing momentarily because Jean was just that tight. And Harry savored the fact that he did that, that he actually made Jean come without even touching his dick, and then the thought flitted through his mind that maybe Jean would be able to do the same to him. Probably not that night, but Harry tucked that idea away for another time. There was always another time. “That good, huh?” Harry asked as he rubbed his thumbs in soothing circles on each side of his partner’s hips.
“Uh huh,” was all Jean was able to get out in between pants of breath, while giving a nod of his head. Holding himself up with his forearms pressed into the mattress, Jean wanted nothing more than to flop down onto the bed in hopes of clinging to the fleeting feeling of boneless relaxation, even despite the sticky mess on the bed sheets he’d made. But Harry hadn’t got his yet. And in this case, he supposed that his partner was entitled to at least that. “Keep going,” Jean grunted in encouragement, bracing himself for what was to come, namely Harry. “It’s your turn.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Harry retorted as he easily got back into the rhythm he had set earlier, sharp snaps of his hips plunging his prick deep into Jean again, and again. It didn’t take Harry long to get to the edge, his body tensing in warning as he danced on the precipice of climax, his breaths coming harder and faster as he huffed them between his teeth. “I’m going to come in you so hard Vic,” Harry warned with a groan.
“Fuck, then give it to me already,” Jean ground out, the more pleasurable sensations quickly being overridden by oversensitivity as Harry pounded into him. “What are you waiting for?” He egged on breathlessly, shoulders down and ass up as he pushed back onto his partner to spur him on.
That was all Harry needed to send him hurtling over the edge, moaning loudly as he kept his promise of coming hard inside Jean. With a few more harsh thrusts, he shot his load deep into his partner, and then Harry collapsed onto Jean’s back, sweaty and panting hard. “You’re amazing, Vic,” he mumbled into Jean’s shoulder.
With the now added weight of his partner, Jean let himself sink down to the mattress, grimacing slightly when he felt his now-cool, sticky mess press against the skin of his stomach. “And you’re not light,” he retorted, a small smile threatening to curl at the corner of his mouth with the words. “If you’re going to suffocate me here on the bed, can I at least have one last smoke before I go?”
Harry chuckled as he got the hint, and crawled off Jean, his softening cock easily slipping out of his partner’s slick hole. He reached over to the nightstand to grab the pack of cigarettes and lighter that made their home there and then made quick work of tugging one of the cigs out and placing it between his lips so that he could light it. Once it was lit, Harry took a hit from it first, sighing on the exhale as he blew smoke out.
Jean rolled over so that he could rest on his side instead and caught sight of Harry taking the initial puff off the cigarette that he had requested. “Greedy asshole,” Jean grumbled, but if he was in Harry’s place, he’d probably do the same thing. “Come on, give it here,” Jean insisted with a flick of his fingers as he watched Harry enjoying his cig.
“Oh, you wanted this?” Harry teased while the cigarette perched between his lips flicked up and down with his words. His mouth spread into a grin as he took another deep draw from the cig and chucked the lighter back onto the nightstand with a clatter. Harry’s green eyes lit up mischievously while he held the smoke in his lungs and shuffled closer to Jean on the bed, tugging the cigarette free from his mouth and holding it in between his fingers. He then dipped his head down towards Jean’s and used his free hand to grasp at his partner’s bearded chin, moving in like he was going to plant a kiss on Jean’s lips.
“Harry, what the fuck?” Jean murmured as his partner closed in on him, not sure what kind of dumb game Harry was playing with him now. Grey lidded eyes gazed upon Harry with interest, but also suspicion.
“Open up,” Harry commanded as smoke puffed out between his lips with the words, his lungs starting to burn with the lack of oxygen. He then pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Jean’s lips, smoke leaking out from the sides and curling up into the bedroom air as he began to exhale.
Jean quickly picked up what Harry was putting down, following Harry’s lead and opening his mouth so that he could draw in the smoke that his partner was huffing out gently. Smoke that had been in Harry’s lungs and was now going to be inside his own. Another weird kind of intimacy between them besides what they had just shared. He hummed as he took it all in, finally getting exactly what he was craving post-orgasm. Even if it wasn’t directly from the source, it was enough to give him some of that calming sensation he was seeking.
Once Harry had emptied his lungs of smoke, he gave Jean a soft kiss before pulling away. “Here you go,” he said as he finally offered the lit cigarette to his partner pinched between his fingers, a smile still dancing upon his lips.
“Thanks,” Jean replied as he quickly plucked the cig from Harry’s grip and tucked it between his lips, taking a drag from it right away. That inhale was much better and stronger than the one that had been diluted out from Harry’s lungs. He moved to get up from the bed, giving a slight wince when he sat up. “You did a job on me Harry,” Jean complained, moving to rub at his lower back as he got up to standing. “Good thing we have tomorrow off, otherwise I might not be able to keep up with you on Monday.”
“You’re the one who was begging for it,” Harry replied with a laugh, rolling back onto the mattress and folding his hands behind his head. “Don’t you blame this all on me, Vic,” he said as he watched his stark-naked partner head towards the bedroom door. “Besides, you could always just do paperwork and let me handle the field if you don’t think you’ll be up for it.”
“Fuck no, I already do enough of the goddamn paperwork between the both of us,” Jean shot back. He shook his head, but there was a very faint hint of a smile beneath his moustache. “Whatever, I’m going to go take a shower, I feel gross,” he announced with a flick of his thumb in the direction of the bathroom down the hall. “And I’m taking this with me,” Jean said as he pointed to the cigarette clenched in between his teeth.
“You sure you don’t need my help in there?” Harry asked with a smirk, the voices in his head suddenly piping up with ideas. “I could help you clean up,” he offered with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. “I could use a washcloth… or my tongue.”
Jean nearly choked on the smoke that he had just inhaled and had to clear his throat a couple of times before he could speak. “I’m a big boy Harry, I think I can take care of it myself,” he got out with a snort before exiting the bedroom. The offer was tempting, but Jean was also in the mood to get the clean up over and done with while enjoying what was left of his cigarette and then climb back into bed to get some sleep.
“Aw,” Harry said to himself as he ogled Jean’s backside when he left the room. He was tempted to grab another cigarette for himself, and he rolled over intending to reach for one, but found that the bed was irresistibly comfortable as the feeling of drowsiness began to take him over. Harry let himself close his eyes, determined to just rest for a little bit while Jean was in the shower, but it wasn’t long before he was snoozing away, snoring lightly with his mouth agape. The cig would have to wait until the morning after all.