FIC: Like Never Before (Centon; sequel; rated R)
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply.
Title: Like Never Before
Pairing: Centon
Rating: R
Summary: This is where real happiness lies.
Sequel to: Home And Away (PG-13)
Author's Notes: I kind of knew I'd write a sequel to Home and Away, it just took me a while, since I seem to think so little of my smutworks these days. But hey, here it is. Happy, fluffy, smutty Centon. Enjoy, ye of fortunately over-active imaginations.
Dedication: If Gaga can have her Little Monsters, Imma have my Little Marcians (GET IT LOLOLOL). That's all of you who are always taking the time out to read my fics and leave me a review, whether you liked it or not. Y'all give me a reason to like myself. Thank you.
X-posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
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Like Never Before
a CENTON one-shot sequel
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
For you, there’ll be no more crime.
For you, the sun will be shine.
And I feel that when I’m with you, it’s all right.
I know it’s right.
The door opens slowly to reveal John, shirtless and obviously ready and wanting. Randy can only watch heatedly as John wordlessly closes the door behind him and walks to where Randy is laying on the bed, propped up against the pillows. John’s eyes never leave Randy’s face as he climbs onto the bed, sitting back on his calves beside Randy.
Neither of them has to say anything. They move forward at the same time, their lips meeting sweetly. John melts to Randy’s lead, clinging to Randy’s shirt as Randy lays him back on the bed, his body fitting perfectly over and around John’s, who takes him into his embrace lovingly as Randy’s tongue duels with his in his mouth.
The kiss breaks at last when John tugs Randy’s shirt off of him and throws it away. Randy attaches his lips to John’s jaw instead, moving downwards, the gentle touch of his lips on John’s heated skin making them both sigh. Randy’s tongue dips into John’s navel for the briefest of moments, but it’s enough to cause John’s hips to buck slightly. Silently, Randy hooks his fingers in the waistbands of John’s sweatpants and boxers and starts pulling them off. John raises his hips to assist Randy, until he’s laying completely naked and hard and desperate for Randy’s touch.
Randy kisses his way up John’s leg, taking his time, nipping at John’s pelvic bone and licking at his hip dents, but never going where John so badly wants him to. It’s only when Randy has him whimpering that he finally puts his lips on John’s erection. He kisses the tip almost lovingly, takes the shaft in his hand and swirls his tongue around the head before finally wrapping his lips around it. At John’s moaned encouragement, Randy starts to move, bobbing his head slowly, tasting every inch of John’s desire.
John touches him gently, caressing his head as Randy continues to move without sucking yet, but Randy can tell John is aching to guide him, to make him move faster and take more of him in. Randy won’t indulge him, not yet. He continues to move fairly slowly, wetting John’s length with his tongue. He teases along the sensitive slit, lapping at the pre-come that leaks from it, and John moans for him deliciously, needing more.
Randy runs his tongue up the entire length of John’s cock, and he feels John shudder as he lets out a whimper that sounds a bit like a hungry puppy. He feels his own dick jerk behind his pants when John moans out his name, begging him to give him what they both want, and knows he can’t keep holding back or they’ll both go insane. So he starts with the head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks sharply. John hisses, his hips bucking slightly and his knees rising on either side of Randy. So Randy, in a torturously slow pace, starts moving downward, sucking on John’s manhood, until he has all of John inside his mouth, nudging the back of his throat. He holds him in there as long as he can manage without gagging, then releases him with a small pop, only to do it again, slower this time, sucking harder.
When Randy starts to move his head back and forth, John lets out a full moan, his stomach dipping and his chest heaving as he pants for breath. Randy wraps a hand around the base of John’s erection and strokes him into his mouth, twisting his fist as it comes up. Before long, John’s hips start to move, and Randy lets him, releasing him momentarily and kissing at his belly to calm him down a little and replacing his mouth with his hand for a while.
And then Randy’s lips and tongue are on John’s balls, and John cries out wantonly, his hand joining Randy’s on his cock. Together, they stroke John’s dick, the pace quickening every few seconds. Randy’s mouth rejoins their hands on John’s shaft, kissing his way up from the base until he has the tip in his mouth. He grazes the sensitive vein underneath with his teeth, and again John cries out, his voice catching somewhere in his throat. He lets go of Randy, who resumes sucking John’s manhood. He can feel his own need throbbing in his jeans, and he’d love desperately to be rid of them already, but he wants to give John his undivided attention for now. So he continues to ignore it, moving quickly and tightly around John, who is squirming beneath him.
Slowly, Randy pushes his middle finger into Randy, who lets out a long, low growl. He slides it in knuckles-deep, and then bends his finger just a little. John nearly jumps off the bed when Randy’s finger finds his prostate. Randy pulls his finger out and moves his head up, lips at the very tip of John’s cock. As John watches, breathing deeply, Randy slips two fingers inside slowly, replicating the movement by pushing his mouth down John’s shaft tightly at the same time. John curses loudly as Randy aims for his prostate again, and then he’s a limpid, moaning mess beneath him as Randy moves his head and his hand at the same time, brushing against the bundle of sensitive nerves over and over again. John begs him breathlessly, and Randy picks up the pace, knowing John is quickly nearing his breaking point.
“Randy, fuck...Yeah, so close, gonna come for you, gonna come right in your mouth, baby, tell me I can.”
In response, Randy just moves even faster, scissoring his fingers inside John just as they touch his prostate, his teeth grazing the skin of John’s cock dangerously. John throws his head back against the pillows, aching to push into Randy’s mouth and let go completely. Randy’s tongue continues to tease the tip and the vein, and it really is not enough and yet too much all at the same time, and in a matter of minutes, John is pushed over the edge when Randy pulls his fingers all the way out, only to add a third before jamming his hand back in, aimed right at John’s prostate.
“GOD! Oh God, Randy, coming, oh shit...Fuck yeah, take it, Randy, just like that...Shit, baby, don’t stop, not done yet...”
Randy milks him for every last drop, swallowing all of John’s love down. He lets John out of his mouth only when he’s sure John is done. Wiping around the bottom of his lip with a thumb for any stray drop, he moves back up John’s body, watching John’s face as he comes down from his high. John pulls him down to him and kisses him, licking at the insides of Randy’s mouth to soothe him, and Randy sighs into his kiss, pressing himself into John’s body, their hips and dicks aligned against each other.
Randy begins moving his hips, grinding against John, and John moans, the friction from Randy’s jeans helping to quickly harden his cock again. He lets out a few hot breaths, eyes clamped shut and lips parted sexily. Randy’s lips are on his throat again, his beard tickling John’s heated skin, and then his teeth find the pulse point and bite down on it. John cries out, bucking upward into Randy, his legs spreading even wider.
It doesn’t take long for John’s erection to be rock-hard and leaking again, but by that time, Randy’s is throbbing almost painfully behind his, needing to be in contact with John already, and Randy can’t keep denying them both what they really need. He kisses John again, briefly but deeply, drawing his tongue into his mouth, before pushing up off of John. He takes one of John’s hands and leads it to his hard-on as he moves away from John only long enough to strip naked. John strokes himself languidly as he watches Randy, cursing under his breath once Randy is completely nude before him, his cock long, thick and unabashedly begging for John’s attention.
To you, I’d give the world.
To you, I’ll never be cold.
Coz I feel that I when I’m with you, it’s all right.
I know it’s right.
Randy lifts one of John’s legs up, stretching it along his lean torso. He presses his cock together with John’s, wrapping a hand around them both but unable to make his fingers meet, and they both sigh at the hot contact. Randy rolls his hips, thrusting into his hand and against John’s erection, and John sighs heatedly, cursing under his breath. Randy’s belly jumps at the mere thought of the contact between their shafts, how intimate it is in its simplicity, and how it’s turning John to goo beneath him. He continues like this until the need makes them both shudder badly, and John moans desperately for him.
“Randy, please...”
It’s music to Randy’s ears, and he knows he’d do anything, anything for John just to keep hearing him say it just like that. Randy lets go of their cocks, and takes John’s leg from his shoulder to his waist, pulling the other leg to do the same. He aligns himself at John’s puckered entrance and spits into his hand, coating his dick in it to make himself slick. With a finger, he beckons John to sit up so they both can see.
Randy slides in gingerly, stopping when the head of his manhood is inside John, who is biting at his bottom lip as he watches Randy’s progress. Randy moves further in, until he’s halfway, and John bites back a needy whimper. Randy looks at him and meets his lips with his own momentarily before pulling out completely. Re-angling just ever so slightly, Randy pushes back in, a little faster this time, and pushes past the tight ring of muscle, until only a scant inch of himself is outside John. John moans long, his head lolling backwards, his arms barely able to but somehow still holding him up. Randy pulls out just one more time only to slam back in, hitting John’s prostate, and John falls back to the bed, groaning.
Randy begins to move, adopting a steady rhythm, his cock sliding smoothly against John’s prostate over and over again. They moan and groan together, over and underneath each other, locked in and around each other. John pulls him in deeper with his hands and his legs, not wanting to let go of him ever. Randy in turn loses himself in John’s tight heat, and the sounds coming out of John’s mouth, sweet and obscene at the same time.
“Fuck yeah, Randy, right there...Oh God, that’s good, you’re so good, baby...”
Randy pulls John’s legs tighter around himself as he picks up the pace. John cries out a little, pulling Randy even deeper inside himself. He wraps a hand around his own cock and starts stroking desperately, trying to match Randy’s fast pace. Randy kisses soothingly at John’s skin, sighing himself at how desperately John clings to him.
“Shit, don’t stop, baby, please...Oh fuck, Randy, harder...That’s it, just like that...”
The mattress is creaking in protest under their combined weight, their bodies damp with sweat as they rock together. John reaches up and bites at Randy’s jaw, and Randy groans, his grip on John tightening. He dips his head, kissing at John’s throat, so unbelievably in love with him that he can’t even fathom it. He kisses him hard again, unable to put words to everything he’s feeling at that moment, and knowing John understands.
Randy pulls off of John a little, re-angling his hips to really hit John’s prostate, and John cries out desperately, his back arching and his hips rising against Randy’s. One of John’s hands claw at Randy’s arm, and Randy grips at John’s hips, pulling him to meet each of his thrusts. He pushes all the way in, and then pulls John flush against him, pushing himself past John’s limit. John moans hard, flailing, clutching at the covers. When Randy lets him go, he lets out a breathless “Oh my GOD,” before Randy starts to move roughly into him again.
“Yes, fuck yes, so good...You’re gonna make me come again, Randy...shit yeah...”
Together they keep moving, toward releases that threaten to come for them at the same time. They push and pull at each other, each fighting to be the one to come first. Randy answers John’s moaning with grunts and growls, his pace smooth but his thrusting hard and deep. John is beginning to clench a little around him, his grip on Randy starting to loosen ever so slightly. He’s more breath and less air now, and Randy knows he’s close.
“Fuck, that’s it...Oh God, come on, Daddy, make your John-John come for you again.”
Randy bats John’s hand away from his cock and replaces it with his own, tightening his grip and stroking quickly. John groans loudly underneath him, back arching. John clings to Randy as if his very life depends on it, and begs him breathlessly, urging him on. But Randy, himself close now, can barely keep it up. His force hasn’t changed, but his rhythm has become erratic, although his hand never stops moving on John. John is clenching even more around Randy now, seemingly no longer in control of his own body. John’s lips part invitingly, and Randy kisses him, possessing him in every way he can possibly think of.
At the same time, his fist twists over the head of John’s erection, and with a half-moan half-sigh into Randy’s mouth, John comes over his own belly, coating Randy’s fingers. Randy doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop kissing him, giving him breath even as he’s stealing it from his body. It’s only when John’s body finally relaxes underneath him, his grip going limp, that Randy lets go of him, watching a lazy smile of contentment spread across John’s face and into his own heart.
And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it for myself.
“Let me, Randy.”
Randy can’t say no to him. He pulls out as John kisses him, pushing him into a sitting position, his hand wrapping around Randy’s cock and making Randy hiss. John’s hand works on his erection in a steady rhythm, and Randy wraps an arm around John as John kisses at his jaw and neck, whispering sweetness at him. Randy’s chest heaves and his stomach dips as he pants for breath while John continues to work him expertly. He can feel his orgasm already at the surface, just waiting for John to make that exact right movement to send him flying over the edge.
Randy manages to hold on until he chances a glance down, and sees John’s hand twisting on his manhood, and with a moan and a shudder, he starts to climax, groaning curses and John’s name over and over again. John wastes little time bending low, wrapping his lips around the head of Randy’s dick as it spurts ribbon after ribbon of come. With a hand firmly around Randy’s shaft, John sucks down and swallows all that Randy has to give him, moaning a little at the familiar and welcome taste of it. Randy’s hips buck as his release rips through him, and his hand strokes through John’s short hair, tugging just a little. John bobs his head, moving his mouth on Randy until he begins to soften in John’s mouth. Randy kisses him again, and John sighs as Randy pulls him down on top of him where he lays back on the pillows.
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score...
“I bet you didn’t even actually finish packing,” Randy mumbles as John lazily traces random patterns on his pillow, his stomach flat on the mattress.
“I did too finish,” John replies right away, but Randy turns a sceptic look at him, and John shrugs, “Okay, so I just threw everything into my bag and into the closet, but so what? You can’t take any of it back now, can you?”
“Cheater,” Randy chuckles, “Why do I waste my time on you? You’re such an idiot sometimes.”
“Says you,” John answers, a smug smile cracking his face, “Talked to anyone about Kelly Kelly lately?”
Randy smacks John’s ass so hard, the slapping sound actually echoes around the room.
“Ow, fucker,” John laughs, “I swear, one of these days, I’m calling the cops on you.”
“Kinky,” Randy remarks, “And so, SO gross.”
“Shut your face up and hold me,” John says, turning on to his side, “I have to fly to the other end of the world in 8 hours, it’ll be a long time before we can be like this again.”
And I love you,
I love you...
Randy kisses John’s nape as he pulls him in close, John’s back to his chest. Rain starts to fall softly outside the window as Randy buries his face in John’s skin. John brings Randy’s hand up to his lips and gives it a chaste kiss as he settles himself into Randy’s embrace, pulling the covers over both of them.
“Tell me one more time, Randy,” John requests sleepily, “I love hearing you say it.”
Randy smiles softly against John’s shoulder.
I love you like never before.
~ THE END. ~
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
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Title: Like Never Before
Pairing: Centon
Rating: R
Summary: This is where real happiness lies.
Sequel to: Home And Away (PG-13)
Author's Notes: I kind of knew I'd write a sequel to Home and Away, it just took me a while, since I seem to think so little of my smutworks these days. But hey, here it is. Happy, fluffy, smutty Centon. Enjoy, ye of fortunately over-active imaginations.
Dedication: If Gaga can have her Little Monsters, Imma have my Little Marcians (GET IT LOLOLOL). That's all of you who are always taking the time out to read my fics and leave me a review, whether you liked it or not. Y'all give me a reason to like myself. Thank you.
X-posted to: marcianafics, cenaortonmylove and lady_tavington
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Like Never Before
a CENTON one-shot sequel
by MARCIANA (lady_tavington)
For you, there’ll be no more crime.
For you, the sun will be shine.
And I feel that when I’m with you, it’s all right.
I know it’s right.
The door opens slowly to reveal John, shirtless and obviously ready and wanting. Randy can only watch heatedly as John wordlessly closes the door behind him and walks to where Randy is laying on the bed, propped up against the pillows. John’s eyes never leave Randy’s face as he climbs onto the bed, sitting back on his calves beside Randy.
Neither of them has to say anything. They move forward at the same time, their lips meeting sweetly. John melts to Randy’s lead, clinging to Randy’s shirt as Randy lays him back on the bed, his body fitting perfectly over and around John’s, who takes him into his embrace lovingly as Randy’s tongue duels with his in his mouth.
The kiss breaks at last when John tugs Randy’s shirt off of him and throws it away. Randy attaches his lips to John’s jaw instead, moving downwards, the gentle touch of his lips on John’s heated skin making them both sigh. Randy’s tongue dips into John’s navel for the briefest of moments, but it’s enough to cause John’s hips to buck slightly. Silently, Randy hooks his fingers in the waistbands of John’s sweatpants and boxers and starts pulling them off. John raises his hips to assist Randy, until he’s laying completely naked and hard and desperate for Randy’s touch.
Randy kisses his way up John’s leg, taking his time, nipping at John’s pelvic bone and licking at his hip dents, but never going where John so badly wants him to. It’s only when Randy has him whimpering that he finally puts his lips on John’s erection. He kisses the tip almost lovingly, takes the shaft in his hand and swirls his tongue around the head before finally wrapping his lips around it. At John’s moaned encouragement, Randy starts to move, bobbing his head slowly, tasting every inch of John’s desire.
John touches him gently, caressing his head as Randy continues to move without sucking yet, but Randy can tell John is aching to guide him, to make him move faster and take more of him in. Randy won’t indulge him, not yet. He continues to move fairly slowly, wetting John’s length with his tongue. He teases along the sensitive slit, lapping at the pre-come that leaks from it, and John moans for him deliciously, needing more.
Randy runs his tongue up the entire length of John’s cock, and he feels John shudder as he lets out a whimper that sounds a bit like a hungry puppy. He feels his own dick jerk behind his pants when John moans out his name, begging him to give him what they both want, and knows he can’t keep holding back or they’ll both go insane. So he starts with the head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks sharply. John hisses, his hips bucking slightly and his knees rising on either side of Randy. So Randy, in a torturously slow pace, starts moving downward, sucking on John’s manhood, until he has all of John inside his mouth, nudging the back of his throat. He holds him in there as long as he can manage without gagging, then releases him with a small pop, only to do it again, slower this time, sucking harder.
When Randy starts to move his head back and forth, John lets out a full moan, his stomach dipping and his chest heaving as he pants for breath. Randy wraps a hand around the base of John’s erection and strokes him into his mouth, twisting his fist as it comes up. Before long, John’s hips start to move, and Randy lets him, releasing him momentarily and kissing at his belly to calm him down a little and replacing his mouth with his hand for a while.
And then Randy’s lips and tongue are on John’s balls, and John cries out wantonly, his hand joining Randy’s on his cock. Together, they stroke John’s dick, the pace quickening every few seconds. Randy’s mouth rejoins their hands on John’s shaft, kissing his way up from the base until he has the tip in his mouth. He grazes the sensitive vein underneath with his teeth, and again John cries out, his voice catching somewhere in his throat. He lets go of Randy, who resumes sucking John’s manhood. He can feel his own need throbbing in his jeans, and he’d love desperately to be rid of them already, but he wants to give John his undivided attention for now. So he continues to ignore it, moving quickly and tightly around John, who is squirming beneath him.
Slowly, Randy pushes his middle finger into Randy, who lets out a long, low growl. He slides it in knuckles-deep, and then bends his finger just a little. John nearly jumps off the bed when Randy’s finger finds his prostate. Randy pulls his finger out and moves his head up, lips at the very tip of John’s cock. As John watches, breathing deeply, Randy slips two fingers inside slowly, replicating the movement by pushing his mouth down John’s shaft tightly at the same time. John curses loudly as Randy aims for his prostate again, and then he’s a limpid, moaning mess beneath him as Randy moves his head and his hand at the same time, brushing against the bundle of sensitive nerves over and over again. John begs him breathlessly, and Randy picks up the pace, knowing John is quickly nearing his breaking point.
“Randy, fuck...Yeah, so close, gonna come for you, gonna come right in your mouth, baby, tell me I can.”
In response, Randy just moves even faster, scissoring his fingers inside John just as they touch his prostate, his teeth grazing the skin of John’s cock dangerously. John throws his head back against the pillows, aching to push into Randy’s mouth and let go completely. Randy’s tongue continues to tease the tip and the vein, and it really is not enough and yet too much all at the same time, and in a matter of minutes, John is pushed over the edge when Randy pulls his fingers all the way out, only to add a third before jamming his hand back in, aimed right at John’s prostate.
“GOD! Oh God, Randy, coming, oh shit...Fuck yeah, take it, Randy, just like that...Shit, baby, don’t stop, not done yet...”
Randy milks him for every last drop, swallowing all of John’s love down. He lets John out of his mouth only when he’s sure John is done. Wiping around the bottom of his lip with a thumb for any stray drop, he moves back up John’s body, watching John’s face as he comes down from his high. John pulls him down to him and kisses him, licking at the insides of Randy’s mouth to soothe him, and Randy sighs into his kiss, pressing himself into John’s body, their hips and dicks aligned against each other.
Randy begins moving his hips, grinding against John, and John moans, the friction from Randy’s jeans helping to quickly harden his cock again. He lets out a few hot breaths, eyes clamped shut and lips parted sexily. Randy’s lips are on his throat again, his beard tickling John’s heated skin, and then his teeth find the pulse point and bite down on it. John cries out, bucking upward into Randy, his legs spreading even wider.
It doesn’t take long for John’s erection to be rock-hard and leaking again, but by that time, Randy’s is throbbing almost painfully behind his, needing to be in contact with John already, and Randy can’t keep denying them both what they really need. He kisses John again, briefly but deeply, drawing his tongue into his mouth, before pushing up off of John. He takes one of John’s hands and leads it to his hard-on as he moves away from John only long enough to strip naked. John strokes himself languidly as he watches Randy, cursing under his breath once Randy is completely nude before him, his cock long, thick and unabashedly begging for John’s attention.
To you, I’d give the world.
To you, I’ll never be cold.
Coz I feel that I when I’m with you, it’s all right.
I know it’s right.
Randy lifts one of John’s legs up, stretching it along his lean torso. He presses his cock together with John’s, wrapping a hand around them both but unable to make his fingers meet, and they both sigh at the hot contact. Randy rolls his hips, thrusting into his hand and against John’s erection, and John sighs heatedly, cursing under his breath. Randy’s belly jumps at the mere thought of the contact between their shafts, how intimate it is in its simplicity, and how it’s turning John to goo beneath him. He continues like this until the need makes them both shudder badly, and John moans desperately for him.
“Randy, please...”
It’s music to Randy’s ears, and he knows he’d do anything, anything for John just to keep hearing him say it just like that. Randy lets go of their cocks, and takes John’s leg from his shoulder to his waist, pulling the other leg to do the same. He aligns himself at John’s puckered entrance and spits into his hand, coating his dick in it to make himself slick. With a finger, he beckons John to sit up so they both can see.
Randy slides in gingerly, stopping when the head of his manhood is inside John, who is biting at his bottom lip as he watches Randy’s progress. Randy moves further in, until he’s halfway, and John bites back a needy whimper. Randy looks at him and meets his lips with his own momentarily before pulling out completely. Re-angling just ever so slightly, Randy pushes back in, a little faster this time, and pushes past the tight ring of muscle, until only a scant inch of himself is outside John. John moans long, his head lolling backwards, his arms barely able to but somehow still holding him up. Randy pulls out just one more time only to slam back in, hitting John’s prostate, and John falls back to the bed, groaning.
Randy begins to move, adopting a steady rhythm, his cock sliding smoothly against John’s prostate over and over again. They moan and groan together, over and underneath each other, locked in and around each other. John pulls him in deeper with his hands and his legs, not wanting to let go of him ever. Randy in turn loses himself in John’s tight heat, and the sounds coming out of John’s mouth, sweet and obscene at the same time.
“Fuck yeah, Randy, right there...Oh God, that’s good, you’re so good, baby...”
Randy pulls John’s legs tighter around himself as he picks up the pace. John cries out a little, pulling Randy even deeper inside himself. He wraps a hand around his own cock and starts stroking desperately, trying to match Randy’s fast pace. Randy kisses soothingly at John’s skin, sighing himself at how desperately John clings to him.
“Shit, don’t stop, baby, please...Oh fuck, Randy, harder...That’s it, just like that...”
The mattress is creaking in protest under their combined weight, their bodies damp with sweat as they rock together. John reaches up and bites at Randy’s jaw, and Randy groans, his grip on John tightening. He dips his head, kissing at John’s throat, so unbelievably in love with him that he can’t even fathom it. He kisses him hard again, unable to put words to everything he’s feeling at that moment, and knowing John understands.
Randy pulls off of John a little, re-angling his hips to really hit John’s prostate, and John cries out desperately, his back arching and his hips rising against Randy’s. One of John’s hands claw at Randy’s arm, and Randy grips at John’s hips, pulling him to meet each of his thrusts. He pushes all the way in, and then pulls John flush against him, pushing himself past John’s limit. John moans hard, flailing, clutching at the covers. When Randy lets him go, he lets out a breathless “Oh my GOD,” before Randy starts to move roughly into him again.
“Yes, fuck yes, so good...You’re gonna make me come again, Randy...shit yeah...”
Together they keep moving, toward releases that threaten to come for them at the same time. They push and pull at each other, each fighting to be the one to come first. Randy answers John’s moaning with grunts and growls, his pace smooth but his thrusting hard and deep. John is beginning to clench a little around him, his grip on Randy starting to loosen ever so slightly. He’s more breath and less air now, and Randy knows he’s close.
“Fuck, that’s it...Oh God, come on, Daddy, make your John-John come for you again.”
Randy bats John’s hand away from his cock and replaces it with his own, tightening his grip and stroking quickly. John groans loudly underneath him, back arching. John clings to Randy as if his very life depends on it, and begs him breathlessly, urging him on. But Randy, himself close now, can barely keep it up. His force hasn’t changed, but his rhythm has become erratic, although his hand never stops moving on John. John is clenching even more around Randy now, seemingly no longer in control of his own body. John’s lips part invitingly, and Randy kisses him, possessing him in every way he can possibly think of.
At the same time, his fist twists over the head of John’s erection, and with a half-moan half-sigh into Randy’s mouth, John comes over his own belly, coating Randy’s fingers. Randy doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop kissing him, giving him breath even as he’s stealing it from his body. It’s only when John’s body finally relaxes underneath him, his grip going limp, that Randy lets go of him, watching a lazy smile of contentment spread across John’s face and into his own heart.
And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it for myself.
“Let me, Randy.”
Randy can’t say no to him. He pulls out as John kisses him, pushing him into a sitting position, his hand wrapping around Randy’s cock and making Randy hiss. John’s hand works on his erection in a steady rhythm, and Randy wraps an arm around John as John kisses at his jaw and neck, whispering sweetness at him. Randy’s chest heaves and his stomach dips as he pants for breath while John continues to work him expertly. He can feel his orgasm already at the surface, just waiting for John to make that exact right movement to send him flying over the edge.
Randy manages to hold on until he chances a glance down, and sees John’s hand twisting on his manhood, and with a moan and a shudder, he starts to climax, groaning curses and John’s name over and over again. John wastes little time bending low, wrapping his lips around the head of Randy’s dick as it spurts ribbon after ribbon of come. With a hand firmly around Randy’s shaft, John sucks down and swallows all that Randy has to give him, moaning a little at the familiar and welcome taste of it. Randy’s hips buck as his release rips through him, and his hand strokes through John’s short hair, tugging just a little. John bobs his head, moving his mouth on Randy until he begins to soften in John’s mouth. Randy kisses him again, and John sighs as Randy pulls him down on top of him where he lays back on the pillows.
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score...
“I bet you didn’t even actually finish packing,” Randy mumbles as John lazily traces random patterns on his pillow, his stomach flat on the mattress.
“I did too finish,” John replies right away, but Randy turns a sceptic look at him, and John shrugs, “Okay, so I just threw everything into my bag and into the closet, but so what? You can’t take any of it back now, can you?”
“Cheater,” Randy chuckles, “Why do I waste my time on you? You’re such an idiot sometimes.”
“Says you,” John answers, a smug smile cracking his face, “Talked to anyone about Kelly Kelly lately?”
Randy smacks John’s ass so hard, the slapping sound actually echoes around the room.
“Ow, fucker,” John laughs, “I swear, one of these days, I’m calling the cops on you.”
“Kinky,” Randy remarks, “And so, SO gross.”
“Shut your face up and hold me,” John says, turning on to his side, “I have to fly to the other end of the world in 8 hours, it’ll be a long time before we can be like this again.”
And I love you,
I love you...
Randy kisses John’s nape as he pulls him in close, John’s back to his chest. Rain starts to fall softly outside the window as Randy buries his face in John’s skin. John brings Randy’s hand up to his lips and gives it a chaste kiss as he settles himself into Randy’s embrace, pulling the covers over both of them.
“Tell me one more time, Randy,” John requests sleepily, “I love hearing you say it.”
Randy smiles softly against John’s shoulder.
I love you like never before.
~ THE END. ~
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Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
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