"I just want to feel something. Please, Carlos, take away the gray." TK begged, running a hand down Carlos' leg, towards his inner thigh. He leaned in, leaving feather light kisses in a line down his neck, as he moved to cup Carlos through his jeans.
"Let's take this upstairs then." He growled in response, voice husky with lust. He turned to give TK a quick but searing kiss, pulling his bottom lip with his teeth before abruptly releasing it and standing up from the couch. TK whined at the loss of contact, and willingly let Carlos drag him by the hand to their bedroom.
Once the door was closed, Carlos pushed TK up against it, pinning him in place with his leg between his thighs. He grabbed TK's hip in a bruising grip, his other hand resting under his jaw, angling his face so that he could deepen their kiss. TK moaned and rutted against Carlos' thigh, fisting the fabric of his shirt in his hands, as he frantically tried to pull Carlos closer. Carlos licked at the seam of TK's lips, before delving a tongue into his mouth, groaning at the feeling of his wet heat. He spent a good amount of time mapping out the inside of TK's mouth with his tongue, occasionally pulling back slightly to nip at his lips, knowing the gentle pain drove TK crazy.
They pulled apart, leaning their foreheads against each other, eyes closed and breathing heavy. They took a moment to share the same air, the atmosphere around them charged with sexual ferocity, love and lust combining into an intoxicating want.
"What do you say we lose some clothing?" Carlos teased, running a hand under TK's shirt, feeling the smooth skin from navel to chest, eliciting a shiver and rapid nod from his boyfriend.
They both quickly and eagerly shed their clothing, taking a moment to eye each other up. Carlos gives TK an appreciative smile, as he moves to reconnect their bodies. He pulled the firefighter in close, so that they were flush with one another. The sensation of their dicks rubbing against one another brought a breathy moan out of Carlos, and he threw his head back as TK took advantage of their positioning to suckle hickies down his shoulder. He peppered kisses on the column of Carlos' exposed throat, knowing better than to leave a mark where other people could see it.
"I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight." He panted, tone just shy of being snarky.
"Then hurry it up, babe."
With that, Carlos grabbed the back of TK's neck, thumbing at his pulse point, before kissing him roughly, his other hand snaking down to knead his asscheek. He slid his hand towards the crack, running a finger from top to bottom, savouring the shutter he earned when he lightly passed over TK's sensitive hole. He rubbed the pucker, but he had no intentions of fingering him open yet.
"'Los please." TK whined, grinding his hips against his boyfriend's.
"Impatient." He tutted, but relented enough to grab the lube so he could work him open. He gently guided TK down onto the bed, ass in the air, ready to be worked over. He knew that today just wasn't a foreplay kind of day. When TK was feeling gray, he needed something to make him feel, preferably as soon as possible, to help prevent the impending downward spiral that usually led TK to do some questionable things. Like getting in fights or having one night stands. Though he himself quite enjoyed their typical foreplay, he wanted to make his partner happy, and satiate his sexual desire.
With a finger thoroughly slicked up, he massaged TK's rim, depositing lube all around, before slowly sliding in. He coated TK's walls, as his hole fluttered around the intrusion. He added more lube, before sliding in a second finger. He waited until he felt him relax, before tentatively scissoring him. He added more lube and a third finger, stretching his boy until he was satisfied that he could fuck him without hurting him.
He removed his fingers from TK's body, before replacing them with his dick. He popped the head inside, earning himself a moan from the man beneath him. He took a moment to marvel at the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, allowing TK the time to adjust to his size. He wiggled his ass a little in a 'hurry up and fuck me' kind of way, and Carlos huffed out a laugh and gently swatted his hip.
He pushed in, bottoming out and moaning at the tight warmth that surrounded his aching cock. Without hesitation, he thrust in and out, hands scrambling for purchase on TK's supple hips, fingers digging into soft skin. He quickened his pace, fucking into TK rapidly.
A series of moans, obscene, beautiful, high pitched moans fell from TK's lips, mixing with Carlos' breathy grunts and low groans of pleasure.
Carlos laid a hand on the lower part of TK's back, causing him to arch his back further. The new positioning enabled Carlos to hit TK's prostate with every thrust. TK began to tense up, so Carlos reached around to firmly grasp his reddened, weeping cock. He thumbed over the tip, slicking the skin around his slit with precum. He jerked him off in tune with his thrusts, bringing the man over the edge in a matter of moments. TK stiffened up as he came, his release spilling over Carlos' hand and getting deposited over his sensitive dick.
The sensation of muscles clamping down hard around his own member brought Carlos to his own orgasm, and he stuttered his thrusts until he painted TK's insides with his cum. He stilled, panting harsh breaths against TK's sweaty neck. He nuzzled a couple of kisses to the warm skin, before gently pulling out.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," TK breathed, "this is much better than bar fights."
"I would hope so." Carlos jested, as he thumbed circles absentmindedly against TK's thigh.
"I don't think I have it in me to go another round tonight." TK tells him, apologetically.
"That's okay baby. This is about you today, okay? Do you want me to run a bath? We won't do anything but you'll feel better once you're clean."
"That'd— that'd be really nice 'Los. Thank you."
With a comforting pat to his boyfriend's leg, Carlos got up to run a bath, adding a little bit of soap, and he watched the bubbles blossom in the steamy water. He made sure that he had the shampoo in the scent that TK seemed to really like on the ledge, along with some body wash and a fresh washcloth.
When everything was ready, he returned to find TK in a blissful half sleep, body lax and face serene. He loathed to disturb him when he was so peaceful, but the knowledge of how uncomfortable it is to sleep covered in their release spurned him into action.
"Come on TK," he says, as he gently shakes his shoulder, rousing him, "time to get you cleaned up."
"Mmm. Comfy." He slurred in response, but moved to languidly stretch, and push himself from the sheets. He cringed slightly as cum dripped from his gaping hole, dribbling down his thighs and onto the bed. His stomach was tacky with his own release, and his dick wasn't faring much better.
"Now do you feel like getting cleaned up?" Carlos teased, seeing the look of discomfort cross his features.
"Yes." TK huffed.
They shuffled into the bathroom, Carlos sitting in the water first, before TK eased himself in, leaning his back against Carlos' broad chest. He sighed in content, the water feeling good on his sweaty and sticky skin. He nestled his head on Carlos' shoulder, turning to press a tired kiss to the side of his neck. Carlos grabbed the washcloth, doing his best not to move too much, attempting to keep still so TK would stay comfortable. He carefully wiped him down with just water, wetting the skin and marveling at the droplets making their way down his sculpted body.
He lathered the washcloth with soap, delicately washing TK down, being extra gentle with his spent cock, knowing that overstimulation wouldn't be appreciated today. He tapped his hip, urging him to get up and kneel, so he could get his back and ass. He carefully inserted a single finger into his still slightly gaping and pliable hole. He coaxed as much cum out of him as he could without accidentally hitting his prostate or overwhelming him. He massaged soap over his globed ass, and coated the back of his thighs in suds.
Once he'd washed the bubbles off of him, Carlos focused on himself, allowing TK to enjoy the warmth of the bath. He then scrubbed TK's scalp with shampoo, reveling in the soft sighs and mews of contentment that he gave off from being taken care of. He scratched his scalp with blunt fingernails, and TK practically melted against him, a small dopey smile emerging on his face. He brought the showerhead down, and carefully rinsed his hair out, using one hand to shield his face from the water. Carlos quickly finished cleaning himself up, wanting to get his tired and lethargic boyfriend into bed for a good night's sleep.
Both were wrapped up in fluffy towels, and Carlos left TK to his own devices, figuring he could brush his teeth while Carlos put some fresh sheets on the bed. He tossed the soiled ones into the corner, making a mental note to do laundry in the morning. He finished just as TK emerged from the bathroom, eyes half-lidded and limbs heavy.
"Come 'ere. Let's get you tucked in." Carlos says, voice low and soothing, as he reaches for TK's wrist.
TK went without any resistance.
He got him situated, both now only adorned in boxers, and Carlos finished up his own nightly routine, before climbing into bed and tucking TK into his chest. He nosed the top of his head, giving the wet strands of hair the occasional kiss.
TK brought his arms up to his bare chest and held Carlos' hands to his heart. He intertwined their legs, relaxing fully into Carlos' hold. Carlos was on the verge of sleep, when a slurred whisper reached his ears, TK's last goodnight before sleep claimed him.
"Thank you for putting colour in my world. You take away the gray. Love you 'Los."