David smirked down at him, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He hauled Jett up off the floor and into a searing kiss, plunging his tongue past those sinful lips to taste himself in the hot cavern of Jett's mouth.
"You're insatiable," David murmured when they finally broke apart, resting his forehead against Jett's with a rueful chuckle. "I've never met anyone who could keep up with me like this before..."
"Guess you'll have to keep me around then," Jett quipped with a roguish wink, hands sliding down to grope the firm globes of David's ass. "See what other trouble we can get into together..."
David shuddered at the promise in those words, feeling his spent cock already starting to stir with renewed interest. "I thought you wanted breakfast first?" he teased, nipping playfully at Jett's lower lip.
Jett hummed, considering for a moment before shaking his head slowly. "Nah... I changed my mind. I'd rather have dessert first..." He spun them around and walked David backwards until his back hit the kitchen counter, never breaking their heated eye contact.
Deft fingers found the drawer with condoms and lube, tossing both onto the surface beside them before Jett captured David's mouth again in a hungry, demanding kiss. He nibbled at David's bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, soothing it with his tongue as he pressed closer, letting him feel how hard he was already.
"Bend over," Jett commanded gruffly when they parted for air, popping open the condom packet with shaking hands in his eagerness. "Want this tight ass wrapped around my cock again... want to fuck you right here where anyone could walk in and see what a desperate little slut you are for me."
David groaned at the filthy words, obeying the order immediately. He braced himself against the countertop, arching his back to present himself fully as Jett stepped up behind him. The first touch of slick fingers circling his rim made them both shudder, and then Jett was pushing inside with a low moan.
"Fuck... never gonna get enough of this perfect ass," Jett groaned, working the single digit in deep before adding a second alongside it, scissoring David open. "Gonna fuck you every way imaginable until you're bowlegged and dripping with my cum..."
David could only whimper in response as he pushed back onto those clever fingers, his cock leaking steadily against his stomach now. The stretch was intense but welcome, his body opening up eagerly for Jett's touch.
It wasn't long before Jett deemed him ready - or maybe patience just ran out, because the next second he was rolling on a condom and lining himself up with David's entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in that welcoming heat, groaning at the tight clench of muscles around his aching length.
They both stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of connection as Jett leaned down to mouth hotly along David's neck and shoulder blades. "Fuck... you feel incredible," he panted against damp skin, hips rolling shallowly in a teasing rhythm. "Can't believe how perfectly we fit together..."
David tilted his head to bare more of himself to that clever tongue, reaching back to grip Jett's hip with desperate fingers as he tried to pull him impossibly deeper. "Then stop talking and fuck me already," he growled breathlessly. "Want you to ruin me for anyone else..."
Jett snarled in response, a feral sound of pure lust and dark promise. He drew back slowly until just the tip remained before slamming forward again with enough force to rattle the dishes on the countertop. And then there was no more talking, only the wet slap of skin against skin and their escalating moans and cries as Jett set a brutal pace.
He pounded into David's willing body like a man possessed, chasing his pleasure with single-minded focus. One hand tangled in David's hair, yanking his head back to bare his throat for sharp teeth and a punishing rhythm while the other slid around to stroke his dripping cock in time with each driving thrust.
"Fuck yes... take it," Jett grunted harshly against the sweat-slick skin of David's neck. "Gonna fill this ass up so fucking deep... ruin this tight hole for anyone but me..."
David could only keen brokenly in response, pushing back onto every stroke as he clenched rhythmically around that thick invading length. The dual stimulation of Jett's cock pummeling his prostate and the hand fisting his aching flesh quickly pushed him towards the edge.
"Gonna... fuck, gonna cum," David gasped out after several intense minutes, muscles starting to quake and tighten beneath his sweat-slicked skin. "Don't stop... so close..."
Jett could feel his own release coiling hot and urgent in the pit of his belly, urged on by David's desperate pleas and the way his body gripped him like a velvet vise. He pistoned his hips at a merciless pace, sweat dripping down his chest and back as he chased their shared completion.
"Come on baby... give it to me," Jett growled, voice ragged with exertion and lust. "Wanna feel this ass milk my cock as you cum on it..." He punctuated the filthy words with a particularly sharp thrust, grinding against David's abused prostate.
With a strangled cry of Jett's name, David tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion. His body convulsed and shuddered beneath Jett's, hole clamping down rhythmically around his pistoning length as thick ropes of cum painted the kitchen counter white. The rippling heat proved too much for Jett to withstand.
"Fuck... FUCK!" Jett roared as his own climax overtook him. He slammed home one last time before stilling balls-deep, pulsing jet after jet of scalding release into the condom deep inside David's spasming channel. They remained locked together through the aftershocks, gasping and shaking in the aftermath.
As their racing heartbeats slowly began to steady, Jett pressed soft kisses along the nape of David's neck and shoulder blades, tasting the salt of sweat and effort on his skin. He gentled a hand through David's mussed hair, coaxing him to lift his head and turn towards him.
Jett captured his lover's mouth in a deep, tender kiss - a silent thank you for the mind-blowing pleasure they'd just shared. David responded languidly, savoring the intimate embrace even as his softening cock slipped free with a gush of fluid that had them both shivering.
"Mmm... that was intense," David murmured once they parted, resting his forehead against Jett's with a blissed-out smile. "I think you've ruined me for anyone else now..."
Jett chuckled lowly, nipping playfully at the corner of David's mouth before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. "Damn right I have," he purred smugly. "Now you're mine... and I take very good care of what's mine."
He meant those words to be playful but there was an undercurrent of sincerity that made them resonate more deeply than perhaps either man quite realized in that moment, still drunk on the haze of post-coital bliss.
They lingered there a while longer, basking in the intimate contact and basking in each other's presence. The rest of the world could wait - right now, nothing existed beyond this perfect little bubble they'd created for themselves.
Finally though, the demands of biology called them back to reality. They reluctantly disentangled, both men wincing slightly at the discomfort of too-long delayed breakfast needs. A round of quick cleanup with damp paper towels had them presentable enough to move on.
Jett started the coffee maker back up while David foraged in the fridge for sustenance. They worked together seamlessly, as if they'd been doing this dance for years rather than mere hours - a testament to how quickly and easily they'd fallen into sync with one another.
Over plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and steaming mugs of dark roast, their conversation meandered through topics both light and deep. They talked about their hopes and fears, their dreams for the future, and the winding roads that had brought them to this moment together.
As the morning wore on, the weight of unsaid words grew heavier between them. Jett felt it first - a subtle shift in the air, like the charged silence before a lightning strike. He glanced up from his coffee mug to find David watching him with an inscrutable expression, moss green eyes searching his own.
"What is it?" Jett asked softly after a long moment, reaching out to cover one of David's hands with his own atop the table. "What's on your mind?"
David took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. When he spoke, his voice was low and tinged with an emotion Jett couldn't quite place. "Jett... I know we've only known each other for a short time but... I feel like this is something real between us," David began slowly, carefully choosing his words. "Like maybe... maybe it could be more than just sex and fun..."
He trailed off uncertainly, glancing away as a faint blush colored the tops of his cheekbones. Jett's heart stuttered in his chest at the unspoken question hanging in the air between them.
Slowly, giving him time to pull back if he wanted to, Jett slid out of his chair and around the table until he was standing before David. He reached down to cup that handsome face with gentle hands, tilting it up so their eyes met.
"David," Jett murmured, voice roughened by emotion, "I feel it too... this thing between us. It's not just physical for me either." He swallowed hard, laying his cards on the table in a way he rarely did. "I think I'm falling for you..."
The words hung there for a long moment as David searched Jett's face, perhaps looking for any hint of deception or doubt. But all he would find was raw honesty and vulnerability - a man putting himself out there, heart laid bare.
A slow smile spread across David's face then, eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth and affection. "I'm falling for you too," he said softly, leaning into Jett's touch like it anchored him somehow. "I just... I didn't know if ...you felt the same way," David finished quietly, a faint note of insecurity creeping into his voice despite the tender smile playing at his lips. "I guess I was worried that maybe it was all in my head - this connection between us."
Jett's thumb brushed gently across David's cheekbone as he held his gaze, blue eyes burning with sincerity and something deeper still. "It's not just in your head," he assured him softly. "I feel it too, so strongly it scares me sometimes. Like I could drown in you and never come up for air."
He leaned down slowly, giving David every chance to pull away if he wanted to, before capturing his lips in a kiss that was both tender and searing in its intensity. It spoke of promises made and kept, of a future stretching out before them filled with more moments like this.
When they finally broke apart, breath mingling in the scant space between their mouths, David reached up to wind his arms around Jett's neck, fingers playing absently with the damp hair at his nape. "I don't want to drown," he murmured against kiss-swollen lips, a hint of mischief glinting in his green eyes despite the gravity of the moment. "I want to swim... and explore every inch of you along the way."
Jett chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through them both like a caress. "Sounds like a plan," he purred, nipping lightly at David's lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. "But first... I believe I promised you breakfast?"
He stepped back reluctantly, hands sliding down to rest on David's waist as if loath to let him go completely just yet. The bulge tenting the front of his jeans made it clear that their intimate confession had stirred more than just emotional depths.
David glanced down at Jett's arousal with a wicked grin before meeting his heated gaze again from beneath sooty lashes. "Mmm... I thought you'd never ask," he purred, voice dripping with sinful promise as he deliberately turned and bent to place his plate in the dishwasher - a deliberate tease given the way it presented his ass perfectly.
Jett groaned, palming himself through his jeans as he watched that tempting display. "Minx," he muttered affectionately before stepping forward to press hotly against David's back, one hand sliding around to splay across his toned stomach while the other gripped his hip possessively. "Keep this up and breakfast is gonna get cold..."
"Who needs food when I have you?" David shot back playfully over his shoulder, rolling his hips back to grind against Jett's straining erection. "Besides... I thought we could have a different kind of feast first."
He straightened then, spinning in Jett's arms to loop his own around his neck once more. Up close like this, the contrast between their heights made David feel almost petite despite his own impressive musculature - an illusion that always sent a thrill through them both.
"Take me back to bed," David murmured against the shell of Jett's ear, nipping lightly at the lobe for emphasis. "I want you to make love to me properly... no more rushed or rough. I want slow and deep and everything in between until neither of us can remember our own names."
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