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"Cut the crap," Lassiter bit out.
"Mm," Shawn hummed, considering. "Don't want me to tell you how pretty you are? How I want to love all over you?"
He grit his teeth, forcing the words out even as Shawn rocked slowly into him, "I get enough of your bullshit when I don't have your dick in my ass, so if you would save it."
Something shifted in his mind, pieces clicking into place, but Shawn shoved them aside. This was here, and now, and Lassie groaned again, arching beneath him, hips twitching into Shawn's grip then back on his cock.
"Fine," he agreed, thumbing the slit of his cock, pressing in and pulling back, letting the string of precome slick his fingers as he wrapped them firmly around his length. "Sweet nothings on hold until further notice." Pulled himself up until he was sitting on his knees, mourning the loss of intimacy for only a moment before he released Lassiter's cock, leading his long legs over his shoulders, almost surprised with how easily Lassiter complied, allowing Shawn to thrust deeper into him, to take more of his control away.
The cuffs clanged as his body arched, eyes flying open to stare, unseeing at the ceiling, as Shawn moved in him, a moan catching in his own chest when Lassie felt so good, when he tightened around him and relaxed again, practically inviting.
Let him bite his lips pink trying to contain himself, as Shawn's hands found his hips, keeping him steady and still as he fucked into him. The bed creaked, the cheap mattress squeaked - Shawn could hardly hear them over the deep groans Lassiter tried to hide. He made so many soft, pretty noises; so many needy movements, practically begging though he wasn't there yet. His cock lay against his body, bobbing with their movements, turning angrier shades of red as the minutes dragged on.
He wouldn't touch it, not yet, not until they both got what they were looking for.
Lassie's eyes clamped closed, hands curling into futile fists, gripping at the headboard as he fucked himself back, seeking even more, even when every rocking movement wrought a desperate noise from his tongue, his body rising and falling from the heaves of air.
The way his body writhed, the way he sounded all tightly-strung and desperate even if he wasn't to the point of breaking or even bending, if he wasn't going to give Shawn what he wanted beyond all the ways he already had.
His rhythm stuttered, a moan shaking through his lungs, fingernails denting into his hips before he started up again, before he was going faster, skin making sharp slapping sounds as he fucked into him.
He cheated, maybe a little, reaching between them, rubbing his fingers so lightly up and down the length of Lassiter's dick, feeling it throb for him. Lassiter moaned, spreading his legs as much as he could, pushing for it, but Shawn wouldn't, even if it drove them both nuts. Even if it took them to the edge of what they could handle.
Lassiter's eyes opened, fixed solidly on his own, determination flashing onto his face. One of his legs stretched down his back, the heel digging into his spine, pulling him close as his hips moved, rode him hard, using the new leverage to his advantage and then he squeezed around him, taking him as deep as their bodies would allow.
Shawn realized too late what was happening, that he was coming, shaking from the force of it. His hands braced on the bed, hips bucking forward, pounding through it until he practically collapsed on top of Lassie, burying his face into his happy trail and shuddering through it. His heartbeat rushed in his ears, drowning out the rest of the noise, leaving him in relatively simple bliss until the body beneath his arched again, twitched, squeezed around him, and Shawn scooted back, his sensitized cock aching from the stimulation.
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He sat up slowly, raising his eyes up the trembling body to see Lassie all red-faced and open, unable to mask any part of his desperation. "Please," he whispered like it would derive the word of its power, "please, Shawn."
Shawn hadn't won. He hadn't been able to prove- it hardly mattered, now that it was done. Even with all the cards in his hand, it still hadn't been enough.
But he could be a gracious loser. Sometimes. And he could give him better than he was asking for. Sank down his body until he got to Lassiter's dick where it lay, red and wet and waiting. Shawn didn't have much energy to give to it, but it wouldn't take much to send Lassiter over the edge. Reached between his legs to slip two fingers into his ass as his other hand fed his fat cock into his mouth, crooking his fingers against his prostate while giving possibly the sloppiest blowjob of his life.
Lassie bucked up with a loud shout, coming into his mouth, and Shawn milked him through it, swallowing as much as he could and licking up what remained after.
By the time he leaned back, the quick release had been activated on the cuffs, letting Lassiter free and leaving him feeling somewhat lost.
For the millionth time in his life, he had a crazy idea. It wouldn't work. It definitely wouldn't be what Lassiter wanted from him.
But for the first time in his life, it involved going slow. It involved actually getting coffee when they went back to each other's house, of going on walks on the pier, of trying something new and different that neither of them had signed up for.
This wasn't that.
It had never been.
He had known that. He had welcomed it, and-
Chapped lips pressed against his own, chaste but warm, pulling him out of the frantic feedback loop of his own thoughts. Without thinking, Shawn reached up, clasping his face, deepening the kiss, and without complaining, Lassiter let him. Kissed him back without hesitation, soft and tentative but nonetheless there when Shawn had failed.
When they parted, there was a moment's awkward silence. "You know," Shawn said, picking up the discarded condom and relocating it to his trash. "I've never been good at passing tests."
"You scored a 100 on your Detective's Exam." A beat. Shawn didn't meet his eyes. "When you were a kid." Another beat. "Higher than either me or-"
"Okay, fine," Shawn said with a roll of his eyes, crossing his arms and feeling suddenly self conscious about the fact that he was naked in his own bedroom. "I do pretty good on tests. You got me. You win."
Lassiter looked him over, searching, curious, before he spoke again, carefully. "Spencer."
"What," Shawn demanded petulantly, edging towards his pants.
"Just because I won doesn't mean you didn't do what I wanted you to."
Shawn froze. Lifted his head to stare at him, eyes big and owl-like. "What," he repeated like a broken record.
Lassiter looked away, his flush deepening. Muttered under his breath, "I liked this."
Shawn bounced on the mattress when he landed, grinning brightly as he pinned him down for another heavy kiss. "I liked this, too," he confessed in the breath between the first and the second.
It wasn't 'I like you', but that could come maybe after round two, or someday when Lassiter wouldn't think he was sex-stupid and thinking with a more southerly part of his anatomy. At least there would be more, and that felt like a 'win'.
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