“No condoms?” Landon asked.
“No. I never found where they ever used them. It was awkward when we had the talk and they insisted I use a condom when they never had. My daddy had no experience with them at all,” Robert explained.
“Well, we have condoms, but I don’t want to use them ever again either. I love having no barriers from you,” Landon said, meeting Robert’s gaze in the mirror. “We have lube and I do want to use it.” The suggestion seemed to take a second to marinate, but when Robert caught on, the gleam in his eyes said they were thinking the same thing.
Robert’s look grew heated, his cheeks pinkening and his blue eyes lighting with mischief.
“We don’t have long,” Robert insisted and didn’t waste time. He spun around, working to get their pants and underwear pushed out of the way while their mouths fused together in an instant lip lock. In seconds flat, heavy pants and urgent moans filled the small space. He pushed his lover’s shirt from his shoulders, running his fingers over Robert’s nipples, teasing the flat brown discs and rolling them as they pebbled.
His heart filled with joy and his body burned with searing intensity for the man standing in front of him. He wished he could take his time with his husband, but right then, he understood every second mattered.
Landon spun them around, changing their position so that his front was against Robert’s back. Landon eased Robert’s shoulders forward, watching his lover’s reflection in the mirror as he ground his hard dick against Robert’s gorgeous bare ass and shifted his weight forward.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered against the warm skin of Robert’s neck, smiling at the shiver that ran down his lover’s body beneath his. Landon grabbed a lube packet from his wallet, ignoring the one they’d found in the hiding place, and squeezed a good amount on his fingers. He tossed the rest of the unused packet on the countertop for later.
“Do you know what you do to me, Mr. Russo-Adams?” He growled into Robert’s ear, lifting his chest to take in all the tempting flesh. His palms tingled as he smoothed his hand down Robert’s long back and over the firm pale skin of his lover’s ass. Robert groaned and tilted his ass higher.
He bent, spreading Robert’s thighs, nipping at Robert’s ass cheek as he lowered and dragged his tongue across his lover’s hole. Fuck, what this man did to him. They only had a few minutes at most before their disappearance got suspicious, but he couldn’t get enough of touching Robert, of tasting his mister. He bathed Robert with his tongue and adoring kisses, loving on him. Landon slid his fingers between his lover’s cheeks and teased his hole.
He traced the opening with his thumb before dipping into the waiting heat. Robert tensed around him, and his dick jerked, weeping in response. The sweet memory of being lost in his man flooded him with excitement and desire. Robert pushed back, working himself on his digits. Robert’s thighs quivered with each of his exertions.
God, he wanted to drown in all that sweet flesh. Landon worked his fingers in and out of Robert. He prodded and teased, pleas falling from his husband’s lips as Landon explored his ass, intentionally curling his digits just to make his man squirm. Spending hours making Robert beg had become a favorite pastime, but he didn’t have that kind of time right now.
After withdrawing his fingers, he reached for the remainder of the lube on the counter, coating his cock with more than enough, swiping the rest on Robert’s ass just to make sure. Landon gripped his shaft and teased the man’s hole, letting his dick slide up and down Robert’s crack in the slippery lube.
“Babe, stop teasing m— Oohh.” Robert’s voice faded into a groan as Landon pushed forward. The head of his dick shoved past the lingering resistance and sank, inch by inch, into his lover’s searing tightness. His heart pounded as he seated himself against Robert’s firm ass, watching him in the mirror.
The feeling of being buried so deeply in Robert’s body overwhelmed him in the most amazing way. Time no longer mattered. All the signs indicated this was going to be over before it ever fully got started. The sensations ran rampant. His nerve endings flared as he slowly started to move inside Robert.
The drag and pull of easing in and out of his husband bordered on the sweetest forms of torture. Their destinies collided. Their bodies joined, truly making them one. Nothing would ever be sweeter. Robert’s body was made for him. They fit so perfectly together in every way.
“Fuck me harder.” Robert’s husky voice wavered even as he issued the command. Landon sped up. The friction of Robert’s body accommodating his curled his toes and drove his hips with powerful thrusts.