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Curtis' chest was tight with something close to tears, his face mashed into Edgar's lean hip, pressing his open mouth to the joint between thigh and cock over and over. The thick feel of Edgar's cum clung to the back of his mouth, his throat; he rolled his tongue around to savor the feeling. Swallowed again.
Edgar's hands still rested on the back of his head, no longer the vicious clutch of a body locked up in orgasm but gentle, petting. Lover's hands.
Curtis was so hard it ached.
Squirming around to get a hand underneath him caused his mouth to shift back and forth, just a little, wet against that narrow hip. Scrabbling with the fastenings on his trousers made his cheek just brush that newly spent cock. Without thinking, as he finally shoved his pants down to mid-thigh Curtis turned and swiped his tongue up his boy's soft, lightly furred balls. He was rewarded with a strangled noise that ended on a harsh exhalation.
"Jesus, Curtis," Edgar whispered. A plea for mercy and a prayer.
"Mm," Curtis agreed. The bunk was still too small by far but he could hike his hips up, head and chest down to gently mouth at Edgar's spit-sticky groin. He brought the hand that had just stripped himself bare up to spit in it, then wedged it back down between his legs, smeared it as far as he could reach from his own tight, pulsing cock and back over his hole. He barely remembered to try to be quiet as he sank his middle finger inside himself, burying the pain-pleasure noise against Edgar's thigh.
"Oh god, are you fingering yourself?" Edgar's broken whisper made shame wash hot through his belly but he couldn't stop, fucking himself as quickly as he was able with such a shitty angle, savoring what little stretch he could feel.
"You are, fuck," Edgar was wriggling, shifting up the bunk and away from Curtis' mouth, leaving it empty and panting. He wrestled his own slight bulk around Curtis' bigger body in fits and starts, dislodging Curtis' working hand and making them both give breathless little laughs at the awkwardness of it all.
With a little more wriggling and shifting between them he finally managed to get behind Curtis (sort of, the bunk was made for one average sized person and not the roughly two and a half people their combined mass made up. Fuck Curtis was big), and the man in question made a broken noise as Edgar shoved at his outside leg, knocking it off the sorry excuse for a mattress and throwing him wide open.
Curtis drew the inside leg up as far as he could, spreading himself further and the picture he made had Edgar scrambling to do something, sucking two of his own fingers and pressing them into him at once, making them both groan.
At nineteen refractory periods are brief if they exist at all, so Edgar was hard and aching again before he knew it. Leaning forward over Curtis' back he thrust against his ass, smearing wet and clutching at the fabric stretched across those broad shoulders with his free hand. He could hear Curtis making small, breathy noises that soon registered as words.
"Please, please," he whispered, and Edgar was thankful for having already finished once or he would have made a mess over Curtis' ass and thighs at hearing it. The smooth, gripping warmth inside him gave beautifully against his fingers and he played there for a few moments, awestruck at how desperately Curtis pressed back to get him deeper.
"Hang on, fuck," Edgar knelt up as best he could, pressing some weight against the hand that was scissoring and stroking inside his friend before drawing his fingers out completely and groaning at the cut off noise Curtis buried in his sorry excuse for a pillow.
Taking his cock in hand he spit, crude and probably louder than necessary, spreading the wet before doing it again. Curtis was panting, slick noises making him squirm.
"Can I--"
"Please," Curtis whispered again, his eyes screwed shut against his own desperation. Edgar was helpless against the raw, hollowed-out sound of it, leaning as far forward as he could and letting the tip of his cock kiss just above Curtis' hole.
"I'm, I haven't," Edgar tried twice, swallowed. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"Won't hurt." Blindly, Curtis reached back and grabbed for Edgar's hip, pulling him closer. Edgar realized he wasn't likely to get any more out of the bigger man and took a steadying breath before aiming as best he could and just... pushing forward.
He sank in much more easily than expected, nearly pressed all the way inside before bracing himself with one hand on the bunk and the other on Curtis' wide back.
"Oh," he breathed, as Curtis gasped wetly. The muscle under Edgar's hand went taut for a moment before relaxing, the hand holding Edgar's hip clenching and releasing a few times before he was being pulled all the way inside, hips flush to an ass that had no right being as nice as it was given their situation. Edgar shuddered all over at the feeling of being suddenly balls deep in the most powerful person he knew, hot and gripping around him.
There was no gentle, working rhythm after that, no moment of adjustment, no cautious start. Edgar bowed his body over Curtis' back and dragged out a ways before burying himself again and again, all thoughts of hurting Curtis abandoned when he heard the punched out "Yes" the man breathed as he bottomed out.
"Oh my god," he whimpered, clutching at the back of Curtis' coat, face pressed to his shoulder, driving in as hard and as deep as he was able, "Oh my god--"
"Yeah?" Curtis said, breathless, as if the grip of his body wasn't undoing Edgar's sanity, molding itself around his cock as if it didn't want to let him go.
"Curtis," he was probably being too loud about it, but he didn't have a choice. "Curtis, I--"
"In me," Curtis said, high on the feeling of being split open and fucked, burning for this mess of a boy. His boy. "Cum in me."
Edgar made a wild, disbelieving noise before the force of his thrusts turned bone-rattling. He finally shoved all the way back inside one last time, pressing the pain-pleasure throb of his orgasm as deep as he could.
Curtis groaned deep and low at the feel of his boy's pulsing cock, the uncontrollable stutter of his hips. There would be no going back from this. His own orgasm had almost been an afterthought, rubbed out on the lumpy bunk mattress as Edgar's forceful fucking rocked him against it. Hell of a wet spot.
Panting against his back, Edgar drew slowly out and away, sensitive now. Curtis pushed himself up and, with great effort, rolled himself over as best he could before collapsing backward and just breathing for a minute. Edgar stayed where he was, looking lost. His dick was still out. It was honestly endearing.
As if he suddenly remembered Curtis could see him, Edgar pulled up his pants and fastened them, hissing at the feel of rough fabric against sensitive flesh. Ran a hand through unruly hair.
"That," he started, seemingly at a loss for words. He was honestly starting to look a little spooked.
Curtis couldn't let him regret this. Curtis was the king of regretting bad decisions. This couldn't be one of them.
"C'mere," he said quietly, sitting forward a bit and dragging Edgar down on top of him, half naked and all. "This ok?"
"Yeah," Edgar whispered without hesitation. The tension that had begun to creep into his frame fell right back out and he burrowed as best he could into Curtis' bulk. "Was it. I mean, was it what you wanted?"
Curtis could feel how wet and open he still was, flying high on a rush of chemicals he hadn't felt in years, fucked out. Happy.
"Yeah," he whispered. When Edgar turned his head to look at him, Curtis let himself lean just a bit and press a kiss to his forehead, his cheek, stretch a bit more and catch his slack, astonished mouth. Nothing fancy, a nearly-chaste slide of his lips to try to convey comfort. Edgar's sigh was sweet against his face.
This couldn't last. Soon there would be action to take, moves to be made. Soon there would be a revolution.
Here, though, in a severely cramped space barely big enough for one person, they let themselves find a measure of peace. Just for a while.