"I'm not," Kane said, kissing Avery's parted lips.
"You're still the best looking man in the room. Any room," Avery declared. Kane slanted his mouth over Avery's and kissed him with everything he had. Those words stroked his heart and turned him on every single time he heard them. Avery fought for dominance in the kiss, pushing Kane against the sink. Kane worked to remove Avery's clothes as Avery worked the cap off the lube, coated his fingers, and slid them deep inside his ass. The delicious burn and stretch had him abandoning the kiss and tossing his head back as he let out a deep groan.
"Feels so good…" He pressed his hips against the sensation, wanting more. Avery's fingers worked him, dragging across his prostate, making him shudder. He pushed his hips forward, lined up their crotches, and reached down to grab both their cocks. He held them together and started stroking. He was already panting and so was Avery. They could work each other into a frenzy in no time, and with Avery's fingers working his ass like they were, it didn't take long.
"Turn around, baby." Avery's husky voice barely penetrated his hazy thoughts. The things Avery was doing to him felt too damn good. Minutes passed as Avery continued to stretch Kane, massage him. Kane gathered the beads of moisture from their cocks and stroked them harder, faster, rougher. Avery's head dropped to Kane's shoulder. His breath was hot and heavy against his ear as he moaned. Avery jerked his hips in uncoordinated strokes as he shoved himself deeper into Kane's palm.
"I need you hard. You hear me? Hard," Kane commanded, loosening his hold and turning in Avery's arms. Avery never released him, he stayed pressed against his back and gripped Kane's hip. His strong fingers dug deep into his skin as the wet tip of his husband's cock nudged along his crevice. Avery's wide head breached his rim in one mind-blowing thrust, stretching him in an exquisite burn. "Ahh, yes…babe, that's it….love you so much."
"Fuck! You're so hot. Love you, Kane." Avery hissed, drawing back and ramming himself forward. "It's not gonna take long."
"You can draw it out. You feel too good," Kane whispered. He gripped the sink as Avery's thrusts grew in intensity. His hooded gaze met Avery's in the mirror, and they both grinned wickedly back at the other's reflection.
"Our guests… Kane, how are you so fucking tight…" Avery pistoned his hips, driving Kane into the edge of the vanity with each snap of his hips. The moment was perfect, too perfect. Kane reared back, arching his body, and met Avery thrust for thrust.
"You've been…ah…bottoming the last few times," Kane groaned. Avery closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His husband always did that when he concentrated on holding his load. Kane kept his eyes open, looking at their reflection in the mirror. He loved watching Avery make love to him.
"Keep going." Kane lifted his dress shirt up and over his head. He tossed it across the top of the toilet and began stroking himself. He was close, very close, and Avery never stopped pounding away at his ass. He tightened his grip, desperately wanting to come, but trying hard to keep it at bay.
"Feel good?" Avery's voice was deep, breathy.
"Yeah," was the only thing he could manage at the moment.
"So good. Fuck, Kane, I could do this all night."
"Avery…yes." Kane strained to hold back his orgasm. He rolled his hips then pushed back, grinding against Avery, taking him deep inside. Avery responded just like Kane imagined he would—his lover's eyes opened, and shot straight to their reflection in the mirror, meeting his. Avery's heated gaze pierced Kane to the core.
"Come for me," Kane whispered.
"You're so beautiful. You're mine. You're always mine." Avery's eyes stayed locked on his. Avery gripped Kane's hips tightly and bucked harder, nailing his spot over and over. Fire surged through Kane's veins. "Come with me!"
"Now!" Kane loosened his tight grip on the sink to stroke himself faster, dropping his head down on to the counter as his body tensed and his ass contracted hard around Avery. His release jetted from his body, painting the cabinet and floor with ribbons of white, taking his breath, and buckling his knees with pleasure. He was barely conscious of missing the slacks pooled around his shoes. He closed his eyes as loud moans escaped his lips. He savored every second of Avery's pulsing cock filling him with liquid heat from the inside out.
"I can still fuck you like I'm thirty," Avery whispered, his weight resting fully on Kane's back. Kane's body was amped up. His heart hammered in his chest, his lungs and ass burned, but in the best possible way. His release had hit him hard; just what he'd needed. Avery moved to wrap his arms tightly around Kane's waist. The feel of Avery's damp skin across his back made him shudder and his ass contract, causing Avery to groan. Neither moved again for several minutes. His knees were weak, and he was worried they might not hold the combined weight. He wasn't sure how long Avery held him, but their breathing returned to normal and his heart had slowed to a steady beat before Avery slipped free, and Kane felt Avery's essence seeping down his leg.
"Babe, I've gotta get cleaned up," Kane said.
"I wanted to come on your back, but your ass felt too good." Avery nipped the back of his neck.
"Yeah, it felt real good, but you gotta get off me. We need to get back out there," Kane said, pushing himself back, forcing Avery to stand up straight. The look on Avery's face made it clear he would rather have stayed right where he was. Kane reached over for a hand towel, swiping it up his leg before Avery took over the task. He cleaned Kane, like he always did. Several minutes passed as they set themselves as close to right as possible.
"You really are still the most handsome man I've laid eyes on," Avery said. He finished dressing and rested with his hip against the counter, waiting for Kane to finish tying his necktie. Kane stopped working the knot and cut his eyes over to Avery, watching him for a minute.