A/N: For breakfastwithfairies, hella.
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Mathias rubbed his temples. Last night is an incessant bother to him. It was a pain in the ass before it happened, when it happened, and after it happened. If there were more tenses, it would be a pain in the ass then too. How he convinced Lukas to go out on the town with him, he didn't know. He's such a homebody. But persuading him into the bar was a terrible idea. Normal Lukas had normal tendencies. Even in bed. But Drunk Lukas. Oh, how Drunk Lukas could ride a cock. Mathias remembered parts of last night. The slick feeling of Lukas's tight entrance after a healthy coating of KY, the burning of his thighs after one too many slaps on Lukas's reddened cheeks. Not much could be said about the previous night besides "Oh fuck." Mathias went about his morning attempting to ignore the hard-on that invited itself into the kitchen. Atleast, he tried to ignore it.
Lukas made his way down the stairs half stiffened from the previous night's endeavors and half loosened by the smell of coffee. He heard Mathias's moans and decided that it would be better to accompany him than to leave him alone.
"Oh, Mathias. You're not going to get anywhere with that posture." Mathias sat, one elbow propped on the table, steaming mug in hand, and one hand under the table stroking his almost erect member. Apparently, he was really fucking hungover.
"Well good morning, Hot Pocket. Now I might be able to get somewhere with this thing."
"I'll get you where you need to be." Lukas knew Mathias could jerk off anytime, anywhere so the situation was a bit surprising. He walked over to the kitchen table and pulled the warm mug from Mathias's hands, took a sip, and set it down on the counter. He moved a few other things off the table and watched Mathis for a few seconds, deciding his plan of action. He pulled off his boxers and sat on the table in front of Mathias. Mathias kept his pace on his own dick but couldn't help himself from turning the feathery stroke into a firm grasp.
"I want you now," Mathias stated.
"You want me now? You can't have me now. Do you see a boner?" Lukas questioned.
"So maybe in a couple minutes?" Mathias grinned and stood up. He leaned forward and Lukas pressed against his mouth. While Lukas was tired and groggy, Mathias fed on his inattentive mouth. The need for the make out was there but the laziness was still lingering around their heads. Lukas held onto Mathias's shoulders while he sunk deeper and deeper into Lukas's mouth. Their faces smushed together in the harmonious dance that is hungover foreplay. Instead of just being purely groggy, Lukas lost the ability to focus on Mathias's mouth because his dick was colliding distractingly with his own. Mathias's lips left Lukas's and found a home on the crook of his neck, where they could suck and nibble as much as they wanted. His hand wrapped around their bumping cocks while Lukas arched his back into Mathias. He held tightly to the toned shoulders just below his collarbone. Mathias grinned into his neck.
"You love the feeling of my cock rubbing against yours don't you?" Mathias got a moan in return and Lukas let his head fall backwards. "You want my dick inside you don't you baby?" Lukas moan at a higher pitch this time. "Well, we'll have to finish this upstairs because going in dry isn't good for either of us." Lukas opened his eyes that had fallen shut after Mathias's hand forced any and all movement to their dicks.
"Then let's get the fuck upstairs."
"Mmmm, you're impatient. I love it when you're like this." Mathias crooned. He released his hold on them both and pulled Lukas up. "First one there has to bottom!"
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A/N: Next chapter at some point if I remember writing this. Maybe.