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Wesley wasn't exactly sure how they made it to his flat from the lift, especially since his brain went south the moment Rupert cupped his cock through his trousers. He recalled a bit of a stumbling and some jingling, and the next thing he knew, he was up against the wall, being snogged as though it might be the last time.
Or maybe as though they hadn't had a chance to do this in over a week.
He reached for Rupert's shirt as he felt him undo his trousers. Just as he was pulling the hem of the shirt out so he could strip his lover, he felt a warm hand slid into his boxers and let out a gasp, Rupert's question barely registering at first.
All he could think about was his touch on his rapidly hardening flesh, and even though he tried to control himself, wanting to tell Rupert that he wanted the massage first just to see his reaction, he couldn't. When he opened his mouth, he let out a groan of pleasure, and his head fell back against the wall.
"Want you..." he finally managed to gasp out. A week was too bloody long. He wasn't even sure anymore how he had managed for years without Rupert in his bed. He forced himself under control long enough to say, "At the risk of sounding like a complete and utter pansy, take me, Rupert. Now. Please."
Wesley wasn't exactly sure how they made it to his flat from the lift, especially since his brain went south the moment Rupert cupped his cock through his trousers. He recalled a bit of a stumbling and some jingling, and the next thing he knew, he was up against the wall, being snogged as though it might be the last time.
Or maybe as though they hadn't had a chance to do this in over a week.
He reached for Rupert's shirt as he felt him undo his trousers. Just as he was pulling the hem of the shirt out so he could strip his lover, he felt a warm hand slid into his boxers and let out a gasp, Rupert's question barely registering at first.
All he could think about was his touch on his rapidly hardening flesh, and even though he tried to control himself, wanting to tell Rupert that he wanted the massage first just to see his reaction, he couldn't. When he opened his mouth, he let out a groan of pleasure, and his head fell back against the wall.
"Want you..." he finally managed to gasp out. A week was too bloody long. He wasn't even sure anymore how he had managed for years without Rupert in his bed. He forced himself under control long enough to say, "At the risk of sounding like a complete and utter pansy, take me, Rupert. Now. Please."