Bud palmed at Justin's hardening cock straining under the tight fabric of his jeans. Justin couldn't stop his hips from bucking up into the touch, making Bud smile knowingly. "Yeah, you like it don't you." he murmured cockily.
"I'm Hulking out, bro!" Justin retorted breathlessly. "Boner city time over here."
Bud snickered as he unfastened Justin's jeans and pulled them down just far enough to free his aching length; Bud wrapped a firm hand around it and gave it a squeeze.
"There's that hot, sexy, man meat." He pumped it slow, once again forcing Justin to lose control of his hips as they matched Bud's lazy thrusts.
Bud laughed when Justin made noises that started out as frustrated grunts and ended as moans of encouragement to go faster.
He usually loved making the other man work for it, but tonight he had the idea to be in complete control, to think of something that would send Justin over the edge and come nearly on command before he even knew he was ready to.
Bud leaned forward, letting his cheek rest against Justin's, and whispered into his ear, "Let's come."
Justin moaned as his body tensed and he released himself all over the stack of comics on the coffee table in front of them.
"Fuck!" Justin lunged forward when he came out of his sex-stupor and began wiping his come off the cover of Hawkeye #2. He'd never see Clint Barton the same way again.
Bud grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from the books, placing a come-dripping finger in his mouth. He sucked and licked at it and slowly pulled it out before kissing Justin, forcing him to taste his own man-sauce.
Bud broke off the kiss, relaxed back on the couch, and sighed, "That was for Kylee."