"My body feels restless," Saracen yawned, "But my mind is tired. You know what I mean?"
Dexter nodded, his face unwavering, focused solely on the television screen. He'd been watching a lot of movies lately. "I understand. Have some coffee."
"That's not going to help me sleep."
"No, but at least it will waken up your mind," Dexter mumbled, half-listening.
Saracen sighed, "I'm not in the mood for coffee."
"Do you want to do something then? A board game?" Dexter asked, finally looking up at Saracen, who was standing beside him. He was bobbing up and down, full of energy, though this was not uncommon for Saracen.
"Maybe," Saracen grinned and reached over to bother Dexter, stepping onto the couch and putting his face up close to Dexter's. Dexter ignored him, so Saracen crawled onto his lap and started poking his face.
"You're insufferable," Dexter told him, slight playfulness in his voice, "And extremely annoying."
"I'm bored."
Dexter smiled. Of course Saracen was bored. He was always bored. Dexter loosely wrapped his arms around Saracen and whispered, "Come closer, then."
Saracen's eyes brightened, and he leaned forward, expecting Dexter to cuddle him, but instead, Dexter grabbed his waist and knocked him onto his back. Saracen's face was flustered, his eyes widened in surprise. Dexter's hands still gripped Saracen's waist, and he pulled it up slightly, causing Saracen's back to curve and his chest to lift.
"Dexter?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not bored anymore."
Dexter laughed, "That's good." He leaned down to kiss Saracen, gentle at first, his tongue calmly meeting Saracen's, but it did not take long for him to become rough. Saracen lifted his waist up, becoming as close to Dexter as possible, and grinding his dick against Dexter's. He moaned.
Dexter pulled out of Saracen's mouth, and Saracen gasped for breath while Dexter hungrily ran his tongue down Saracen's neck, leaving behind a trail of warmth, and he would have gone farther if Saracen did not have a shirt on. Stupid shirt. He lifted it up, revealing Saracen's chest, and he let his hands explore it. He pushed his finger below Saracen's nipple. Dexter touched his lips to it, "Your nipples are perfect."
Saracen blushed, "Then suck on them." Dexter did just that, while Saracen reached down to undo Dexter's pants. He slipped his hand into Dexter's underwear and pulled out his hard dick. Then, he slipped his hands into his own underwear, clutching his dick, pleasuring himself. He spread his legs further apart.
"Stop touching yourself," Dexter forced, out of breath, "Let me do it."
"Dex-" Saracen moaned as Dexter batted Saracen's hands away and grabbed his dick, "Fuck me." Dexter grinded his dick harder against Saracen's, and watched Saracen's blush grow a deeper shade of pink.
"N- Stop messing with me."
Dexter leaned down and touched his lips to Saracen's ear. "Moan louder," he whispered.
Saracen turned his face to meet Dexter's eyes, his face still red, "The harder you fuck me, the louder I'll moan."
Dexter flipped Saracen over and pushed his face against the couch, making Saracen's back curve, and making his ass stick up. He was helpless; Dexter could do anything to him. He pulled Saracen's pants down and let his hands wander between Saracen's thighs, spreading them farther apart, and Saracen's body tingled, impatient. Dexter groped his ass before spreading Saracen's cheeks and entering into him..
"Dexter!" Saracen cried, "You-"
"What?" Dexter asked innocently.
"You went in raw," Saracen gasped.
"So?"
"It hurts-" Saracen muttered, his voice cracking. Dexter trailed his hand down Saracen's back, making him bend as much as he could.
"You're so hot right now," Dexter drew his breath, staring at Saracen's body and his curves and the way his body curved, the scars that never healed and the smoothness of his skin. He pushed, going deeper into Saracen, "It doesn't hurt too much though?"
"No-" Saracen's voice was shaky. He trembled in Dexter's hands, horny for more.
"Then I'm going to fuck you so hard," Dexter moaned, and began to thrust. Saracen erupted into loud moans. Dexter went harder, and Saracen kept his word, moaning as loud as he could.
"I need to come," Dexter grunted.
"Then do it," Saracen whispered, "Come inside of me."
When they were done, Dexter pulled Saracen against him and they dropped onto the couch together.
"We should do that more often," Dexter panted, out of breath, holding Saracen's dick loosely in his hand.
"Yes," Saracen agreed, "We should."