Deck gnawed on a sweat-damp collarbone, left teeth marks, then licked at them. He lifted his head and ran his soft, wet tongue around Naim’s ear, breathing gently until he felt Naim’s cock flex and throb between the flesh of his ass. He dropped his head, and he groaned, jabbing the head of his cock against the soft flesh of Naim’s taut belly. “I think you should ravish me.” Deck shoved his hands into Naim’s hair and lifted his head to look at his breathtaking, flushed face and gigantic, eternal eyes. “Right the fuck now.”
Naim laughed and panted and writhed. “Ravish you? Ravish?” His laughter jumped and slapped his stomach against Deck’s aching erection, causing Deck to drop his head again and whine and twitch, clenching the muscles of his ass together. “Fuucck.” Naim huffed and squirmed. “Okay,” he breathed, heaving himself harder into that sweet, sweating cleft. “Ravish it is, you wanton hussy.” He gasped in laughter and torturous pleasure.
Deck reached and ran a hand under the mess of pillows, searching for the lube they now kept there after an unfortunate lesson learned several weeks prior that landed Naim on the floor with a bruised ass. Deck had promptly kissed it better, thoroughly.
“Yeah, I’m fucking wanton. I’m fucking wanton your cock in my ass five minutes ago.” Deck growled, grasping the tube he found, and they both laughed, breathless and writhing.
Naim snatched it from him, opening and squeezing the tube eagerly, dribbling some on his chest as Deck readjusted, scooting backward. Deck swiped at the wayward lube and fisted their cocks together. He mewled, and Naim’s whimper caught in his throat, and his hands were back to Deck’s ass in an instant, spreading firm flesh and pressing two fingers against him, teasing and nudging. Deck whined and pushed himself down onto Naim’s hand, sliding his fingers in, jamming hard and greedily against him.
Pressing and stretching, Naim swept across Deck’s prostate, and Deck gripped their cocks together, sliding the flat of his palms against them, squeezing both heads, kissing them together in an imitation of mouths. Naim bucked up, eyes languidly watching Deck move his hands against them both and curl his body onto Naim’s fingers, panting and crying quietly. He brought his knees up to cradle Deck’s hips and lower back, writhing at the image of Deck’s fine, handsome face and body, raw and hard, rippling with longing for him.
Deck leaned forward, hands full of cock, ass full of Naim’s fingers, and almost fell onto Naim’s face, kissing him messy and deep.
“Right the fuck now. You said right the fuck now,” Naim muttered without breath against his mouth, digging his fingers against the spasming gland. Deck’s eyes nearly crossed, and his head drooped sideways against Naim’s neck, mouth red and open, breathing out feeble, pitiful little cries. “You said five minutes ago.” He twitched, and his body hitched against Deck’s, fucking his fingers hard into Deck. “You need to get the fuck on my cock, fucking now.”
Deck snorted a heavy, aching laugh and bit Naim’s lip as Naim yanked his fingers out and grabbed on to Deck’s hips. Deck slid his hands hard up their pressed cocks as he rose to his knees, released his own, and moved one hand to Naim’s chest, massaging gently still at Naim’s cock with the other. Naim tugged at Deck’s hips, lining him up.
Deck slid down hard.
“FuuuUUUuuuUUCCK.” Naim actually sang, and Deck grunted, groaned, and laughed.
Naim breathed in loud gasping breaths and chuckles, jarring himself deeply inside of Deck, who sat up tall, moaning, his eyes heavy. Deck settled himself comfortably and paused, raising his arms and stretching lazily, arching his back, skin and sweat glimmering and shiny in the sunlight.
For a moment, Naim couldn’t move or breathe. Deck was art, beautiful and light, color and contrast and the most real thing ever to exist. Skin rosy and radiating undertones of gold and blue and green and yellow, speckled with the marks and scars of a life lived exuberantly in the sun. Sparkling silvery eyes blinked drowsily in the long, triangular face of a man both boyishly handsome and shockingly pretty. Light caught in his messy hair, copper and caramelly brown, and it glinted in his beard, darker, muddy chestnut. His body was big and sleek and unreal, and Naim sometimes wondered if he was really an immortal spirit, serving as muse for the history of artists and creators.
Deck sighed and grinned, loving Naim’s eyes eating him alive as much as he loved the feel of him inside and beneath him.
Naim blinked slowly, and his body jerked, Deck reforming in his mind from a god back to a man. Just a man, human and alive and real and his.
Suddenly, Sue appeared out of nowhere, having stealthily jumped up on the bed, curling up cozily next to his very surprised and blinking fathers. Deck, seated and full of Naim, laughed and reached out to scratch the cat’s ears.
Naim huffed in pleasure at the contraction and movement around him, as well as incredulity. “I…” He breathed and jerked. “I’m not sure how comfortable I am with that.” He chuckled, shaking his head and digging his fingers into Deck’s hips.
Deck leaned over him, smashing his cock into Naim’s belly with a heaving breath and bending Naim’s inside of him, causing a groan and whimper. “He doesn’t care.” He licked at Naim’s ear and rocked his hips. “He’s fixed.” Naim writhed and moaned through a snicker.
Deck leaned up, his hands on either side of Naim’s head, lifted his hips high, almost completely disconnecting, then slowly, lingeringly, sliding back down, long and easy and thorough.
All three men purred, and Deck and Naim chuckled, gasping.
Deck arched and lifted easily, in no hurry. His eyes fell closed and his mouth open, overcome with the seething feeling of luscious, exquisite sex and Naim and his own body.
Naim slipped a hand from Deck’s hip around to his crotch, ticking and scratching at damp, dense hair, tight, swinging balls, then around his heavy, pretty cock, flushed solid, coral and oozing. He pressed his fist hard at the base, and Deck hissed, rocking his hips back and forth. Naim filled him, thick enough to be slightly painful when he took him in fully, and it was a gorgeous pain.
Grabbing his wrist and wrenching Naim’s hand from his cock, Deck took Naim’s other hand from his hip and leaned over him, pinning his wrists next to his head, beneath Deck’s weight. “Don’t move,” he whispered, nuzzling his ear. Naim shivered, and jolted hard.
Deck leaned up slightly and looked into his eyes. “Don’t. Move,” he repeated, eyes gleaming, his tight, hot ass rolling over Naim’s aching cock.
“I can’t—”
Deck licked at his mouth and stopped the pitch of his hips. “I’m doing this.” He licked again and moved back to Naim’s ear. “I changed my mind.” He shifted, raised Naim’s arms above his head, and held his wrists with one hand, moving the other behind him to stroke and pull at Naim’s balls. “I’m gonna ravish you.” He grinned, licking and breathing damp gasps in Naim’s ear, knowing it drove him mad. “And you’re not gonna move or touch me.” He lifted himself too slowly, and Naim clenched his teeth, heaving air from his nose as Deck grinned wider. “And I’m not gonna touch me.” He slid back down even slower. Naim throbbed, his eyes squeezed shut tight, every muscle clenched. “I’m gonna make myself come,” Deck promised, nipping at Naim’s neck, arched under him, long arms stretched from Naim’s wrists at the headboard to Naim’s balls beneath his own ass. “Just like this…with you in me.”
He rocked again lazily, and Naim snarled in his throat through clenched teeth, everything in him screaming to move and arch and pound. His skin was too tight, and he trembled, panting like an animal and his heart punching at his chest.
Deck licked and pushed down and rocked too fucking slowly, stopping when Naim’s hands curled into fists. “I said…” He bit Naim’s lip hard. “Don’t. Move.”
“Fuck…fuck.” Naim wailed, and Deck hummed as Naim painfully tried to unclench his fists. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm his body, his muscles tense and quivering.
Deck smiled into his shoulder and lowered his head, suckling and biting down hard on a nipple,
and began to move again. Sucking Naim into his mouth and his ass, tight and deep, shifting and nudging his hips to an angle that hit just right, stroking and pitching Naim’s heavy cock hard against that sweet spot beneath the thin walls of his tightening ass, made for hot, viscous pleasure.
Within seconds, Naim’s body was clenching again, his teeth grinding, trying desperately to keep still lest Deck stop moving. It was painful. Agonizing and exhausting, the only movement he was allowed was the heaving of his chest as he tried to breathe, panting, dizzy, and vibrating in tune to Sue’s loud, intense purring.
After forever, Deck began to rock with more intensity, propelling his hips and beating Naim’s cock against his prostate, lurching and jolting faster, harder and wild.
Naim strained and tightened further, shaking and desperate to stay still, desperate to keep going like this forever.
Sex with Deck was a fucking revelation.
Deck gasped and panted, his breathing growing as uncontrolled as his movements, reveling in the feeling of Naim still and slippery against his chest and belly, filling him, thick and throbbing. He watched Naim, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw jumping and pounding as hard as Deck pounded against him, his striking, unearthly face, ferocious with control and helplessness together.
“Okay. Okay. Fuck, Naim, fucking Christ, yeah…yes…”
To Deck, nothing felt better than coming from little more than Naim inside of him, his cock stimulated only slightly by the rubbing of their bellies, slippery with sweat and the slick, gluey drops that bubbled out of him. He felt it start, his skin tingling, the pressure in his balls building until they finally shoved up against him, and his cock swelled and erupted, streaming heavy bursts of cum over them both. He breathed out a deep, shouting moan, and then another, and another, writhing and shivering.
Naim ripped his wrists from Deck’s weakening, inattentive grasp and snatched at his ass, lifting his hips, pummeling desperately. Deck shoved down, meeting his ragged, erratic thrusts with whimpers and whines, his cock twitching, his body humming and thick.
It took less than a minute, and Naim’s body slid into an arch, his head back, his mouth open but silent, coming so hard he didn’t breathe. His hips jerked up hard enough to lift Deck’s weight, making him howl again at the sharp, deep penetration, and Naim surged and spewed, thrusting uncontrollably until the release caught hard in his throat and he yelled and snarled incoherently. His body jumped and seized as he fell back, mewling small whines and cries pulled straight from his oversensitive, softening cock.
Deck lay on his chest, panting and jerking, and they both grunted and twitched at the feel of Naim’s cock and cum sliding out of him. Naim’s hands fell to the bed, his eyes shut, and he tried to catch his breath.
Sue stretched happily and flipped upside down, noticing his fathers, still and exhausted. He reached his head and licked his ragged tongue against Naim’s arm, and Naim jumped, startled and sensitive.
Deck struggled to raise his head, dazed. “Wha?”
Naim snorted out a weak chuckle. “Sue.”
Deck turned his head and looked at the cat who rolled again and sat, peering and bored at the two ridiculous humans.
Deck flopped his head back down and laughed weakly. “Cat’s a fucking pervert.”
“Apple…fall…tree…” Naim murmured back.
They both attempted pathetic snickers.
Naim always had trouble expressing his feelings, especially positive ones, so he hoped Deck could tell that he absolutely loved living with him. Deck made a surprisingly perfect housewife, and the only thing that Naim had difficulty adjusting to was occasionally stepping on a bit of stray cat litter that Sue trailed behind. Naim hardly qualified as a clean freak, but his work had long ago taught him the value of staying organized, and Deck proved to be no disruption at all. He did not, as promised, move any of Naim’s things, and when he did, he put whatever he touched back where and how he found it.
With the exception of the kitchen. Deck took over, rearranged everything, and installed a pot rack over the island stove. He claimed that he had to put it that high to avoid banging his head, but Naim strongly suspected he was trying to keep the pots out of his reach. But when Naim worked days, dinner was there when he got home, and when he worked overnight, Deck made sure he had a hot meal before going to sleep, and breakfast was never a simple bowl of cereal or a quick energy bar.
He liked to spoil Naim, not just with food but with a multitude of sweet, thoughtful gestures. He DVR’d anything he thought Naim might want to watch, from footie to films, made sure there was always Belgian beer in the fridge and dude flowers on the breakfast table. Apparently, dude flowers qualified as whatever flowers Deck felt like buying, made masculine by nothing more than Deck’s imagination. Stargazer lilies received the testosterone seal of approval because stargazer was like astronomer and that may as well be the same as an astronaut, and African violets, well, duh. They were African. That was hard-core.
Naim just let that one go.
Naim got foot and hand rubs after a long day of surgery, a new humidifier when he got the sniffles, and sex constantly. For all the assumptions one might make about Deck’s appearance, he was surprisingly nurturing and very good at it.
One morning, after a particularly playful bout of bathtub sex, Deck insisted on washing Naim’s hair. He was gentle and thorough and sensual, which naturally led to even more soapy, splashy bathtub sex and a drenched floor. Later, after the water was mopped up and Sue came out of hiding, Naim sat at the breakfast table with Deck standing over him, carefully combing out the mess of tangles.
“How come you keep it long?” Deck asked him. “Not that I’m complaining. I think we’d have a pretty ugly fight if you cut it off.” He ran his hand through the wet nest, easing some of the snarls out.
“I grew it in college.” Naim shrugged. “I think… I dunno. Maybe it was my way of trying to be someone different by changing the way I looked. “
“But you kept it long this whole time.”
Naim laughed at himself and turned, looking up at Deck. “Well, I am a little vain.”
“Ooh ho! He knows he’s fucking beautiful.” His grin lit the room.
“I have great hair. I do. Shut up.”
Deck bent forward, wrapped the heavy mass around a hand, and kissed Naim’s neck. “Yes, you do. You really do. And we will have an ugly fight if you cut it.” He grinned against the skin of the back of his neck, clean and warm and damp, and sighed. “Want it in a braid?” he asked.
“You know how to make a braid?”
“Of course.”
“What do you mean, of course? That is not a firefighting skill.”
“No, it’s a Freya-used-to-beat-me-up-when-we-were-little skill,” Deck replied cheerfully.
“And I am not at all surprised.” Naim shook his head as Deck continued to comb. “So she would beat you up if you didn’t plait her hair?”
“She would beat me up if I didn’t do pretty much everything she told me to.” He lifted a lock, holding it tight to work through a particularly gnarly bit, careful not to tug on Naim’s head. “She’s a year older than me, and after Mom died, she decided that she was the boss of everyone.”
“That sounds like Freya.” Naim nodded and chuckled. “Everyone like all the cousins?” he asked, realizing that he didn’t know much about Deck’s family other than his parents, Adam, and Freya.
“There isn’t anyone else. It’s just us.”
“So by the boss of everyone, you mean you and Adam.”
“Nope. I mean everyone. The whole world.” He snorted. “But yeah, me, Adam, Dad, and our uncle, Freya’s dad.”
“What about her mother?”
“She split right after Freya was born. My uncle was mom’s younger brother. I’m not really sure what the whole story is, but he was really young when her mother got pregnant, like fifteen or sixteen. I don’t think they got married, but right after Freya was born, she just handed her off to my uncle and Mormor,
and no one ever saw her again.” He finished with the knot he was working on and picked up another lock.
“Mormor?”
“Mom’s mother. Mom’s side was Swedish.”
Naim nodded, thinking of Deck’s tattoo and the word we. “Jesus. That’s shitty. She just…left?”
Deck shrugged. “Yeah but…well. Who knows what their deal was. They were kids right?”
“So she grew up with just your uncle and grandmother?”
“No.” Deck found another small tangle and worked it gently. “She was a little too much for Mormor to handle. She was really old by then. So they came to live with us after I was born. I know Mom wanted to try and be a mother to her, and my uncle needed all the help he could get. He was still a kid.” Deck spoke simply, but it was a sad story to Naim.
“Your father must have been…”
“Tolerant?” Deck nodded.
Naim smiled, but the melancholy was there as he realized more and more how much Deck had lost.
“Yeah, Dad was great. They stayed with us after Mom died. It was a rough time, ya know? Nobody knew what the hell to do, and here are these three little kids…” He stopped. “Yeah, then Freya took over. I think she thought that as the only woman around that made her special, so she was boss. Plus she was bigger than me until I was about eleven.”
Naim turned and looked up at Deck again. He knew Deck missed his family and lived with sadness, but he still managed to live well. Naim realized how proud he was of him. How much he admired him.
“What?” Deck put a hand on his shoulder, wanting to make sure he didn’t get a chill from his T-shirt, wet from his hair.
“I love you.” Naim blinked at him. “I just really love you.”
Deck grinned and leaned in for a kiss. “Good,” he mumbled against Naim’s mouth, warm and soft. “Keep doing that, okay?”
Naim smiled. “Yeah, I think I will.” He reached to his shoulder and touched Deck’s hand as he went back to his task. “I guess you guys are more like brother and sister than cousins then?” He referred back to Freya.
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