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October 4th – present
They left the Coffre, saying goodbye to the last of them - the bouncer, a big guy with a scar over his left eye whom Husk had greeted as ‘Tex’, had closed the door behind them.
They had hailed a cab and, this time, they had driven all the way to Brooklyn – where Henry had his apartment – without even touching, though Anthony could feel the right side of his body sizzling and a lump of desire stirring constantly in his lower belly.
He felt like he was breathing syrup; Henry’s smell, some kind of cologne he hadn’t been wearing the other time at the Black Dot, slowed his heartbeat and at the same time made him shamefully hungry.
They climbed the six flights of stairs in silence – ‘ There is no elevator. ’ – and Anthony felt like a stupid teenager with his first crush.
If you don’t control yourself, Tony, you’ll come in three seconds.
The truth was that it had not taken any restraint, or asking permission to touch him; Henry had barely opened the front door, while Anthony was thinking about this, when the latter felt a hand grab the front of his shirt in a handful of fabric to drag him inside with a grin of amber eyes.
In the darkness of the apartment, he had found himself pressed against the door. He had searched for Husk’s mouth like a thirsty man in the desert, pushing to stick his tongue in and kiss away his breath or any other word he wanted to say.
It was more than enough consent.
Unlike last time, Henry’s hands were more careful, steadier; sober, gentle but decidedly demanding.
Anthony felt him fumbling with the button of his pants, without esitation, to slip a hand in and search for him under the fabric – the suit was male, the panties were a thong of iridescent silk, dark purple; Henry’s hungry moan, as he rubbed his fingers against the smooth fabric, made Anthony giggle languidly and, holding on to the other’s biceps, press his hips against that hand.
Shameless.
They had stumbled toward the bathroom, shedding their jackets on the way and taking off their shoes by pressing their heel on the opposite toe, concluding that sort of dance with Henry yanking down Tony’s underwear and pants – Anthony gripping the sink to keep his balance – to half-undress him.
Henry’s groan, which trailed up his bare legs in a trail of kisses and found his left cheek, nipping at his freckles – Anthony fucking mewed – before he stood up behind him, suggested to search for lube in the mirror cabinet.
Tony, his brain struggling to connect – all the blood had definitely slipped further down – opened the right door to randomly grab the bottle of lube and pass it to Henry in a low gasp: the other had just sucked his fingers to start touching him between ass cheeks.
The blond opened his legs and leaned forward, over the sink, watching Husk’s hypnotic reflection as he squeezed the liquid onto those same fingers before continuing prepping him.
He penetrated him slowly, but without hesitation. Anthony felt his cock harden even more, with each finger he added, until he moaned a ‘ just put it in, Husker ’ that sounded like a particularly growled plea.
Henry, in response, chuckled ecstatically and obeyed: he grabbed a condom from the same locker – leaned forward, over Anthony – put it on quickly and entered him in one rough thrust, slamming his hips against his ass in a low, satisfied, hungry sound.
Better than a fucking dose.
Anthony couldn’t even figure out how long that first round had lasted; according to him, definitely not that long. The orgasm ate away his mind, as if Henry had pushed a button somewhere inside him.
He regained a minimum of control, in this spiral, when he felt the other one coming too.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Henry smashed his hand against the mirror, avoiding leaning forward and crushing Anthony; his breath was short, low and full of all the languid satisfaction of the orgasm they had just had – Tony could still feel his cock pulsing inside him.
Breathe, Tony, breathe.
The blond – freckled knuckles clenched around the edge of the sink, bent over, breathing as much as short – watched Henry’s hot handprint on the mirror with a pleasantly absent expression, slowly fogging up the surface.
He was sure there was a red handprint on his ass, too, where the little heart tattoo was, and the thought of why it was there made him moan softly again and push his still-full ass back against his hips.
Husk chuckled a little – a languid, husky sound that sounded a bit like purring – and straightened up enough to run his hands over the other’s hips in a rough caress, rolling Anthony’s white shirt up higher on his back.
They hadn’t even had time to undress completely.
Tony stared at him in the mirror as he looked at his ass, without stopping to run his hands up and down his hips and sliding over his freckled cheeks to squeeze them slightly, making him giggle in return.
“Oh daddy, wasn’t that enough?”
The other one – without the red bow tie, his shirt undone by two or three buttons from which a bit of dark curly hair was peeking out, his suspenders slipped from his shoulders and his pants pulled down just enough to free his cock from his boxers – slowly slid his amber gaze to seek the reflection of Anthony’s in the mirror.
“You want more.”
Tony, hearing Husk’s low voice dripping sex, clearly felt his dick having another spasm of violent desire, even though he had just come.
Anthony, with a sigh of pleasure mixed with a half-groan, rose from the sink and stretched his arms upwards, turning between Henry and the sink; considering that the other man was shorter than him, he wrapped his arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders and pressing himself languidly against him.
Henry’s hands automatically moved to take off the used condom, knot it, and drop it in the sink; they then settled on the small of Tony’s back in a slow breath, under the half-rolled shirt, to pull him a little more against his body.
“You didn’t even let me suck your dick, Husky.” he clicked his pierced tongue against his cheek a couple of times, rubbing his profile against the man’s stubble, fingers carved through the dark locks at the base of his neck as if he were scritching a big cat.
Judging by the low sound coming from Henry, the feline comparison was definitely apt.
“I wanted to fuck something other than your mouth.”
“Oh, so you did want to fuck me, huh?”
Henry scratched a half-snort of irony from his vocal cords – a sort of silent surrender.
“I never said otherwise.” he replied, hands venturing along his back under the fabric, getting a shiver from Anthony who searched again for his lips.
Hungry, just like the hands that moved to the buttons of Henry’s shirt as he jerked away from the sink and ‘forced’ him to walk backwards.
“Then let me do what I’ve been thinking about ever since I saved your ass from the guy with the burned face.” Anthony purred, undoing Husk’s shirt button by button and pointing at the bed.
Henry’s place wasn’t very big – not that he’d had time for a tour, but even at first glance there wasn’t much to see: a two-room apartment, the bedroom separated from the living room and kitchen only by the threshold – for some strange reason, there was no door. They walked through it, kissing, Henry’s hands still clutching Anthony’s back, who in the meantime had completely unbuttoned his shirt and was struggling to slide it down from that broad shoulders.
When he got to the point of pulling the fabric away from his back, to try to run his hands over it, Husk jumped abruptly and stopped touching him to seek out his wrists again in a rough but gentle grip.
Anthony moved away just a little to peek at him and raise his left eyebrow in a silent question, getting in return only another hungry kiss; those hands that were holding his wrists put them back around his neck.
He didn’t unpack his reluctance to be touched on the back, not now, considering that Henry had started to undo his shirt too, after loosening his tie.
“You didn’t save my ass.” Husk spoke again, his breath thick against his mouth, reaching the last of Anthony’s buttons.
“Yeah, right. If it weren’t for me, you would have ended up beaten in a Brooklyn alley–” Anthony sucked in his breath, at the sound of the silk of his tie being pulled completely off his neck in a yank. “And with no money.”
“That happened anyway.” Henry pointed out, holding the tie in his hand.
Husk’s calves hit the edge of the unmade bed in that dark room, lit only by the yellowish lights of the streetlamps outside the window – which, now that Anthony noticed, had no curtains at all.
No door, no curtains. No privacy.
He gave Henry a little push to make him sit and be able to take off his pants as well.
“Is the choice to make your room voyeur-friendly intentional?” he joked, now crouching naked at his feet. “Cause if so, I’m certainly not complaining.”
Henry metaphorically ruffled his fur and muttered something indecipherable as he watched the blond take off the remaining boxers and pants, bunched up at his ankles.
He hadn’t gotten hard yet, but the vision of Anthony kneeled naked in front of him was definitely a start.
Anthony rested his hands on Husk’s knees, to spread his legs and stare from below; he languidly rested his right cheek on his left thigh.
“Wanna do something with that tie, hm?”
Husk’s tawny cheekbones blushed – as if he had just realized that he was still holding the tie – perfectly visible even in that yellowish darkness. It was one of the most stupidly exciting things Tony had ever seen.
The man cleared his throat.
“Well I, uh, don’t know what you think about.”
Anthony chuckled, pulling the tie from his hands and reaching for the other’s wrists.
“I think pink looks good on you, whiskers.”
Anthony tied his wrists together, tight but not too tight, before sliding between his spread thighs, looking for his cock.
He peered up at him, in a mischievous smile.
"I told you I would have bring handcuffs."
Husk, probably caught off guard, looked at him with a silent hunger, a languid and fierce shade deep in his amber eyes, accompanied by a crooked smile that made Anthony chuckle a little before focusing again on his dick.
“Finally.” he sighed, with deep satisfaction.
Without waiting any longer, he ran his tongue along the entire length before taking the tip in his mouth, circling it with the little ball of the piercing and starting to suck. Slowly.
Husk moaned a low, slightly strangled sound, opening his eyes wider and sinking his fingers as best he could – his wrists still tied – into blond hair.
“Oh fuck yeah.” he breathed, instinctively raising his hips to meet him – Anthony, at that hunger, whined with pleasure, mouth full.
He worked it just enough to feel it slowly getting hard again on his tongue, alternating moments in which he sucked it thoroughly with those in which he simply traced its shape with his tongue; he let it slip out of his lips only when it became fully hard and soaked wet.
“Voilà, we don’t need lube now,” he commented lightly. “And no condom either. I’m perfectly clean, Husky, and considering that I’ve taken you in my mouth, I’ve decided that you are too.” he specified with an indecent smirk, intoxicated by Husk’s completely vanished expression: his lips slightly parted, his gaze that had gone from amber to a shade of burnished gold.
If he kept staring at him like that, and if he didn’t want to feel his cock inside him so badly again, Anthony would have gone on until he would have him cum in his throat.
He got up only to straddle Henry and, holding onto his shoulders, rock a little against his wet cock, rubbing it against his ass – other man’s wrists, still tied, around his neck.
“You still want me, Husky?”
The latter, in response, let out another guttural sound – a sort of dense and broken breath – accompanied by yet another sharp and smitten smirk.
“Whatcha think.”
The question mark was missing again, but the way he instinctively lifted his hips upwards told Tony how rhetorical, and horny, he was.
Anthony sneered.
“I think I want to look you in the face as you fuck me again.” Anthony cooed, taking Husk's cock in his hand to press the tip against the hole already quite dilated from the first round.
Henry, breathing shallow and fast, opened his lips again for another languid sound – a sort of purr of visceral, intoxicating pleasure.
“Then take it all in, baby.”
It was the first time he’d used that pet name and Anthony felt another shiver that devoured his self-control.
I’m so screwed.
Literally.
He sank onto Henry’s bare cock for the second time that night, tilting his head back when he took it all in, just as the other man had suggested.
“Mmmmilove your cock Husky—” he slurred his words, starting to move.
Husker gripped his blond hair again with possessiveness, but letting the other dictate the pace – which sent Anthony even more into ecstasy.
He looked at the man who had kissed him in an alley that night almost a month ago but had asked his permission anyway, the man who had held him and asked him to make him feel better before falling asleep drunk. The man who had just fucked him, bent over the bathroom sink, with an animal urgency and who now was looking at him languid and excited as he let himself be ridden, docile, with his wrists tied up.
Anthony thought that something strange had happened to the universe, if luck had turned on his side: if they had told him that one night, while he was working and looking for johns to make ends meet and pay his usual fee to Valentino, he would have found a–
What, Anthony? What do you think you found?
He muttered an annoyed sound, at Valentino’s voice that insinuated itself into his head again; he smashed his mouth against Henry’s in a growl to stick his tongue in and forget everything.
Kiss all my thoughts away.
Husk groaned against his lips, fingers tightening in Anthony’s hair to tug a little and get another moan.
“Oh yeah daddy, like that.”
“You like this– thing about– calling me daddy, anh?” Husker asked, short breathed, kissing the profile of his jaw and coming to rub himself against his cheek in a caress that was more animal than human.
Anthony nodded silently, opening his thighs even more to take him deeper.
“Ohffuckyesyes if– it’s ok for– you.” he replied, moaning with each thrust.
Henry, in response, captured his mouth again to suffocate a hungry sound in his throat, lifting his hips upwards to begin to meet the other’s and accelerate the pace.
Anthony felt the dick throb inside him, and grinned as he raised his right hand from Henry’s shoulders to lick his own palm – slow, soft, the cold piercing over the hot skin; then he took his cock and began stroking himself at thrusts' pace.
Husk’s amber gaze slid down to watch what he was doing, his breathing quicker than before.
Anthony grinned, delighted.
“You like to watch, Husky?” rhetorical, he lowered his hand a little towards the base to take it in his hand by the balls and show it in all its pink splendor.
He resumed jerking off, at the same pace as before.
“You want to watch me come, hm?” he teased him, with his left hand he found his salt and pepper goatee to make him lift his chin a little and look at his face for a moment.
“You want to cum in my ass while you watch me jacking off?”
“Please.” Henry’s breath was just that, a breath: a hot, pleasure-drunk breath, scratched directly from his throat and vented as a languid plea against Anthony’s mouth.
This man has no right to be so fucking sexy.
Anthony moaned again, increasing the pace and feeling the fabric of the silk tie around Henry’s wrists against the back of his neck.
“Then come, Henry. Come on, give it to me.”
The deliciously blurry line between begging and Husk’s half-growl confirmed that, if he gave him the green light, he could become a real animal.
He felt him push his hips harder, deeper, faster, until a held breath mixed with a ‘fuck’ and the familiar sensation of being filled confirmed Henry’s second orgasm of the evening; the last thrusts were even more liquid for Anthony.
He closed his eyes, intoxicated, mumbling indistinct sounds and continuing to jerk himself off – aware of Henry’s gaze fixed on his movements – until the rope of his pleasure tightened so much that it snapped taut and he came hard in a couple of spurts. Partly in his hand, partly against Husk’s belly.
Out of breath and empty-headed, Anthony slumped forward, resting his forehead on the other’s shoulder and catching his breath in a totally dazed smile.
As he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, three things occurred to him: he had to wash up and maybe he had to go home.
And above all, Henry Husker could be as grumpy as he wanted but what Tony felt vibrating all over, along with the fingers of the still tied hands that were now slowly caressing the back of his neck, were unmistakably purrs.
Where have you been hiding until now?