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Fever (All Through the Night), 1g/1i

[(Anonymous)]

Arcade kept going, building the pressure slowly and steadily with sure fingers. He listened to Jake’s voice growing rougher by the minute, felt the tremble in his thighs. He was getting close, at long last. Arcade wanted to open him up more, push another finger inside, stretch him, play with him, but he fought the urge. This wasn’t about what he wanted to do. If it was, he’d have more than his fingers inside him.

A minute longer and Jake’s voice rose to a wordless shout while his body snapped into a long, taut line. His hips thrust off the mattress as he started to come. Arcade tried to tear his eyes away but he couldn’t do it, the sight was too hypnotic as Jake came and came, ropes of thick semen spurting from his fist and decorating his chest and belly. He went on and on. Arcade stroked him through it from inside. He had to clench his free hand into a fist on the sheets to keep from reaching out to help drag out every last drop from Jake’s beautiful cock. The blood in his own dick was a heavy drumbeat behind his fly. Eventually Jake’s hips stilled and he settled back into a seemingly contented heap on the bed. His head lolled to one side. Arcade withdrew his hand gently and leaned forward, reaching for the towel.

“What did you do,” Jake muttered, voice muffled by the pillow. His broad chest rose and fell, slick with sweat again.

Arcade allowed himself a tiny smile. “Does it matter?”

“No,” Jake replied. “God no.”

He shivered as the wet cloth came into contact with his stomach. He opened his eyes, and Arcade felt him watching as he cleaned the sticky mess from his torso. He mumbled something incoherent.

“What?”

“Some water,” Jake said.

Arcade reached for another bottle and opened it. Jake managed to push himself up until he was sitting. He drank deeply, watching Arcade the whole time. He emptied the bottle and lowered it, but kept on staring. The heat of his gaze made Arcade itch.

“What is it?” he said. “How do you feel?”

Jake didn’t answer, just moved forward onto his knees and swung an arm around Arcade’s neck. Before Arcade knew what was happening, Jake’s mouth was pressed to his, more biting him than kissing. The tip of his tongue was cool from the water, but his lips were as hot as the rest of him. Arcade’s heart stopped. Jake made a noise of pure need against him, fingers tugging painfully at his hair. His other hand fumbled for Arcade’s dick.

“Do it again,” his voice rumbled against Arcade’s jaw.

He was straddling Arcade’s lap now, hands everywhere. Arcade felt something hard press against his stomach. He looked down in disbelief. Despite the mess Jake had just made of himself, he was still hard as a rock.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Arcade muttered.

“More,” Jake panted. “I need more.”

It was too much. Arcade couldn’t fight it, not all of this at once. Not the mouth on his, the fingers clawing at his shirt buttons, the hard fucking dick rubbing on his shirt and the gruff, wanton noises Jake was making. His patient’s strength was returning while his own resolve was being sapped more by the second. With a growl he wrapped his arms around Jake and tipped him back onto the bed. He followed him down and ground his erection against the jucture of Jake’s thighs, eliciting another long moan.

“You want more? I’ll give you more.”

He tore himself away long enough to rip off his shirt. His glasses came off too and landed with a clatter onto the nightstand.

“Do you realise what I’m about to do to you?”

“Yes,” Jake hissed.

Arcade unbuckled his belt with trembling hands. Jake had his fly open before Arcade could even get to it, and shoved his pants down roughly. Arcade’s breath caught as hot fingers wrapped around his cock. He felt around in the tangled sheets for the lube, and pulled Jake’s hand away to slather it liberally onto his erection. They watched each other for a moment. Jake’s eyes roved, taking in Arcade’s nakedness for the first time. His breath was shallow, lips parted.

Re: Fever (All Through the Night), 1g/1i

[(Anonymous)]

It's a medical emergency!!! Oh anon this is pure gold.