Slash Me Twice

Love

Imaptiently I run my fingers over his skin, clawing at his back as I feel his arousal pressing against mine. Why are there so many layers of clothes between us?

"Sean..." I moan, relieved to have him finally touching me, have his hands feeling for the button of my jeans, "We're in a public toilet..."

"So?" The glint in his eyes is positively wicked, "We locked the door," he whispers, "And there's plenty of delightful soap to be used as lube..."

"The things you make me do..." my fingers seem to move by their own volition, tangling themselves roughly in Sean's hair and pulling his head down into another bruising kiss.
I know I am rough, but I don't care and I know he doesn't either. Sweet, molding, accepting. How I have longed to taste him again. No matter how often I am with him, I never seem to get enough. Can never get enough of his lips on mine, of his hands on my body, of his taste on my tongue, the feeling of him within me, the feeling of being close to him, never get enough of feeling him, period.

Sean groans against me, a breathless whisper of desire and need, demanding to be obeyed. Which I gladly do. Desperately I rip his trousers down, moaning my pleasure as I can finally feel him against me, have finally breached the last barrier of clothing.

"No," I whisper, squeezing his buttocks and chuckling softly as he bucks against me, "Please open your eyes again, I want to see you, want to see your eyes when you come for me, when you come while I am still sheathed deep within you," one of my hands is stroking up and down Sean's cock, the fingers of my other one sliding in and out of him, "I want to see the ecstasy in your eyes when you collaps against me, want to wait till you're riding out the last waves of your orgasm before I start thrustung again, start taking you again..."

"Viggo..." he is painting heavily now, helplessly pressing himself against me, while forcing my hand away from his cock and towards the soap. "Now...," he groans, "Else I'm going to... come... now, Vig, please...."

Smooth, cool soap covers my hand, so cool that it burns against my heated, my inflamed, skin. I cannot help it, I must have him. Must. Labouring with a shaky breath I finally enter him, one hand roaming his back and the other curling around his shaft once more.
I only have to thrust a few, slow times to see the tell-tale widening of his eyes. Immediately I move in, claiming his lips and greedily swallowing his cry of release as he spills himself against me, warm cream covering my hand and stomach. I'm glad that the pub toilet is still empty at this time of the day, Sean has always been rather vocal.

I wait a few moments, supporting Sean's limp, shivering and panting weight, till finally the shivers lessen gradually. Almost unable to restrain myself I throw my head back, closing my eyes as I force myself to wait another second, force myself to remain unmoving.

"Viggo..." the loving whisper is too much for me to take and I have to move again, have to possess him, to make him mine, mark him as mine. Latching onto the tender skin of his throat I start to thrust, slowly, in time with Sean's helpless shivers.
Suckling my sped builds up, I'm unable to hold back any longer, unable to control myself and once more lose myself in him. Lose myself in the feeling of him shivering against me, of the feeling of his passage contracting around me.
"I love you..." I whisper as I spend myself deep within him, lean back and join him in his uncontrolled shivering, "I love you so much.."

"Love you too..." he whispers, eyelids drooping and collarbone already bruising from my last kiss, "Can't imagine how I could ever not love you...."