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They’re in David’s small home in Alaska. The heater is on full blast, the lights off, nothing but an old lamp on the nightstand lighting the couple on the bed. By the lamp is an empty pack of cigarettes, a lighter without fluid, an emptied sachet of lubricant. There are Hal’s glasses which sit folded atop the empty packet, and there is David’s bandana which hangs unfurled on the night stand’s corner. The air still smells of a vanilla candle lit an hour before. Yet alongside the mild aroma is the strong scent of sex. The latter is going to overwhelm the former soon.
The stark white of the duvet, the sheets become further wrinkled as David trembles on all fours. Hal is already midway pushing inside him.
There is David’s rough form, body hair grown out as he hadn’t had to don his sneaking suit in ages. Hal bends down to speak right into his ear, his skinnier form pressing against him, and David can feel chest hair and happy trail tickle his back. His back arches as he gasps at the feeling. The movement pushes the rest of Hal’s length—long, veiny—into David’s tightness drenched with lubricant. Hal’s hands rest on David’s waist, his hold gentle. Over their skin is a light sheen of sweat.
“Do I feel good inside you, Dave?”
Hal’s whisper blows warm air onto David’s ear, and the latter has to do everything in his power not to reach his climax right then and there. The foreplay that occurred not long before—caresses of each other’s forms, lips pressing against sensitive spots—has riled him up to an almost wild degree. It is a simple question but he merely responds with a gasp. It makes Hal laugh—sweet as ever, deeper than usual, like and it sounds like a heavenly choir.
David wants to use his words to ask Hal to move but all is caught in his throat. Everything comes out in a harsh grunt. But maybe that is all he needs to do; it’s not long before Hal begins to pump in and out of him, and David’s eyes close tight. Gone is the warmth of the room and in comes pleasure in its purest form. David moans out without hesitation as satisfaction fills his veins. Hal’s own pleasure leaves him in the form of sighs.
It is not that David loses his balance; in fact, he knows it may happen later down the line. So he lets his arms give up under him, and he presses his cheek to a pillow. His back stays utterly arched, and he knows he can hold the position, and he knows Hal adores the sight. Hal pulls out of him slow and pushes in with great want. As deep as he can go each time. Like he cannot stand to not feel every inch of David. The sheets underneath them shift with each thrust.
Hal is a gentle lover in every sense of the word. If David was on his back, he knew their lips would not part. God, he wants Hal to kiss him again. He wants to taste him again. He wants to feel the scorching heat of their breaths as they savor each other’s mouths. But in their current position, Hal makes an effort to let his love be known. He presses a kiss to David’s shoulder. He massages circles into David’s hips, and David writhes as he cannot help his ticklishness. He also cannot help how his moans grow louder.
But there is a pause. David opens his eyes. He does his best to look back as Hal speaks to him, but all he can see is a third of the man in the corner of his eye. The rest of the room is like a dark blur to him now.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Hal commands. And though the words drip with dominance, David can still recognize Hal’s usual doting tone in those words. “Please,” Hal can’t help but add.
David chuckles. But before Hal can question it, he rocks himself back on the length as he is ordered. There—for a moment—come Hal’s own adorable moans, in times where their positions shift and David enters him instead. He can feel how Hal trembles and for a moment, wonders if he’ll be asked if they can change places. His cock twitches—not because he wishes to switch now, but because he knows how damn good Hal makes him feel no matter what.
But Hal doesn’t stay put for much longer. He begins to move with David. They do not need to speak to match each other’s rhythm, and they both groan out as they meet each other in the middle. Over, and over, and over, and now the room is a sauna where nothing but wanton sound echoes. Hal reaches around to stroke David, and upon feeling that tight grip, the cries that slip past him are so saccharine that he’s sure it what spurs Hal to fuck him harder. There is much more force as he pushes in. There is much more force as he mutters two words: “Good boy.”
David swears he almost sobs.
Neither needs to speak now.
They are both nearing their climax to a point it almost hurts.
David rides Hal with such want, like the good boy he is, and Hal matches the speed—both in thrust and with each stroke. He wishes Hal would keep calling him a good boy but he knows that man can barely speak when he’s close. Only then does David realize how sweat drips from his face and now soaks the pillow underneath him. It has grown so hot in the room that the heater doesn’t seem to matter at all. He whines and whines like Hal would hear desperate pleas in each noise. The feeling of a climax builds in his stomach and the need to come overwhelms him so badly that in his mind there is nothing but their bodies rocking against one another. And he wants it, he wants it, he wants it, he wants it–
And David gets what he wants.
He comes so hard and the sudden jolts of electricity that surge through him make him almost yell. He sobs out and now he’s thankful he’d kept his head down because he would have collapsed right then and there. Hal doesn’t stop stroking his length. His warm come shoots underneath him and with each drop, he tightens around Hal. Once, twice, thrice—and suddenly, Hal is coming inside of him as well, gasping and groaning all the while. It is only then that Hal’s touch grows heavy and he grips David to the point he’s sure it will leave marks. David can feel the warmth fill him to the brim and he can’t help but pant. Their orgasms end almost simultaneously, and as David collapses onto the bed, Hal collapses right on top of him.
Breathless and sheepish, dropping any ounce of authority, Hal asks: “How was that?”
David cannot reply. He can barely catch his breath himself. And he’s sure that’s all the reply that Hal needs.