Kavinsky huffs a laugh as Ransom deliberates behind him. He looks over his shoulder and spreads his legs with Ransom's coaxing. K is rarely particularly benevolent during sex - he's selfish, single-minded, and he does what he wants until he can't. Being bent over for Ransom is where he wants to be, but he's getting impatient.
He can hear the familiar tear of foil and catches sight of the condom before Ransom puts it on. What a boy scout. With a quiet huff he bows his head, eyes nearly closed as Ransom's hand runs over his skin.
"Slow? Damn, baby. This is glacial."
There's a grin in his voice. If Ransom wants him to shut up, he knows how.
Ransom played life fast and loose like it was a game without consequences. That particular way of thinking spilled over into almost every thing he did, including sex. He slept with who he wanted, when he wanted, and looking at what he's doing now, it's well within the norm for him. Might be within the norm for Kavinsky. Turned out they had more and more in common as Ransom got to know him better.
"Or we'll go slow next time." Impatient? Kavinsky was that, no doubt in his mind. Ransom was too so he wouldn't hold it against him. "Baby, hm? You call everyone baby or is that just for me?"
He fists his dick, stroking from root to tip in long, firm pulls. He knows how to speed things up for himself and why not? It's what Kavinsky's asking for and he can oblige. His other hand finds the lube, snaps it open, and squeezes it out. A stroke or three later and he's shifting up and pushing his hips against Kavinsky's ass. Bending a knee, foot to the mattress, he leverages himself and presses the head of his dick against Kavinsky's hole.
"Yeah, next time we'll go slow. Make you beg me to fuck you."
Kavinsky isn't patient for much. He doesn't wait for things to come to him. So when Ransom finally fucking pushes against him, Kavinsky rocks his hips back. He'll fucking assist.
He likes a good, slow fuck, too. But not tonight. Tonight is a down payment for a Porsche, a very specific Porsche. And down payments had to prove the job is worth his time.
"You can fuck me slow and sweet when you get your car, man. In the back seat or on the hood, your call." He grins at the thought. "But I don't beg on the first fuck." Not when its business.
When Ransom finally pushes deeper, K moans and drops his head. Worth waiting for? Probably.
Kavinsky was right. This was payment. An exchange of goods and services. Technically, Ransom could still push and slow things down, keep things on his terms, but he wanted that damn car and he was willing to do what he had to do in order to get it.
Not that this was much of a chore.
"Sure, sure." K was starting to talk too much and that wasn't going to work. Something vague about pride could be said now. "Let's keep it strictly to moans or my name from here on out."
Ransom rocks back and then forward, tugging Kavinsky's hips back as he eases his way in. It's not slow, but not fast either, a steady push until he's in. With a heavy moan, he drops his knee back down, and presses his palm to the small of Kavinsky's back, angling his ass up and head down.
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He can hear the familiar tear of foil and catches sight of the condom before Ransom puts it on. What a boy scout. With a quiet huff he bows his head, eyes nearly closed as Ransom's hand runs over his skin.
"Slow? Damn, baby. This is glacial."
There's a grin in his voice. If Ransom wants him to shut up, he knows how.
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"Or we'll go slow next time." Impatient? Kavinsky was that, no doubt in his mind. Ransom was too so he wouldn't hold it against him. "Baby, hm? You call everyone baby or is that just for me?"
He fists his dick, stroking from root to tip in long, firm pulls. He knows how to speed things up for himself and why not? It's what Kavinsky's asking for and he can oblige. His other hand finds the lube, snaps it open, and squeezes it out. A stroke or three later and he's shifting up and pushing his hips against Kavinsky's ass. Bending a knee, foot to the mattress, he leverages himself and presses the head of his dick against Kavinsky's hole.
"Yeah, next time we'll go slow. Make you beg me to fuck you."
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He likes a good, slow fuck, too. But not tonight. Tonight is a down payment for a Porsche, a very specific Porsche. And down payments had to prove the job is worth his time.
"You can fuck me slow and sweet when you get your car, man. In the back seat or on the hood, your call." He grins at the thought. "But I don't beg on the first fuck." Not when its business.
When Ransom finally pushes deeper, K moans and drops his head. Worth waiting for? Probably.
he'll fucking assist, best line ever tbh
Not that this was much of a chore.
"Sure, sure." K was starting to talk too much and that wasn't going to work. Something vague about pride could be said now. "Let's keep it strictly to moans or my name from here on out."
Ransom rocks back and then forward, tugging Kavinsky's hips back as he eases his way in. It's not slow, but not fast either, a steady push until he's in. With a heavy moan, he drops his knee back down, and presses his palm to the small of Kavinsky's back, angling his ass up and head down.