Despite going his little car's top speed, Jack could tell his date was already inside when he arrived. Unsure of what else to do, he knocked on the front door.

The door opened, and Pitch leaned against it. He had already changed into a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Last chance to back out."

"You couldn't make me back out for a million dollars." Jack practically threw himself at the man and yanked him down for a fierce kiss.

Pitch wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him into the house, kicking the door shut with his foot. "I've never desired someone as much as I desire you."

"Me either." After letting his backpack fall to the floor, he pushed up Pitch's shirt so his hands could wander freely over the newly bared skin.

Pitch pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Jack's shirt quickly followed. "Am I still allowed to do whatever I want?"

"After my fuck up earlier? Of course."

"Perfect." Pitch leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of Jack's nipples, his tongue teasing the flesh as he sucked.

Jack bit his lip at the feeling. "What are you going to do?"

"Whatever I want." He pulled back and swept Jack up into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom.

While he walked, Jack took advantage of his position and sucked on the man's neck and ear. "Whatever you desire."

Pitch hummed and laid him down on the bed, quickly covering his body with his own. He claimed Jack's mouth passionately as he easily tugged his pants and underwear off. "What are your limits?" he asked as his fingers eagerly stripped his own pants off.

"Nothing too hardcore." He blushed when all of his flesh was finally out for display. "I've had a few...bad experiences." Jack smiled a nervously.

"No problem. BDSM is a game I'm not a fan of." Pitch kissed his way down Jack's body to follow the blush down as far as it went. He licked his lips and continued downward, finally licking a stripe up Jack's length. "I'm your lover, not your parent. I'm not spanking you."

"Thank goodness," he chuckled shakily. Jack's length twitched in response.

Pitch licked it again and this time swirled his tongue around the tip. "Now, if you want me to spank you...a light slap while I'm between your legs perhaps?"

"Th-that I think would be okay."

"I'm glad you think so." Pitch gave the tip a light suck, his eyes looking up to meet Jack's.

Jack swore his eyes rolled back in his head because it felt so amazing. "You're really good at this," he whispered.

"Am I?" Pitch teased as he massaged the slit with the tip of his tongue.

"Mhmm. I think that accent of yours must automatically make you better than everyone else."

"What does my accent have to do with my blowjob skills?"

"I don't fucking know. Just don't stop. Please." He looked down at the man smiling teasingly from his spot between his legs.

"You couldn't make me stop for a million dollars," Pitch repeated Jack's earlier words before sucking the length into his mouth.

"Thank God." His head fell back with a groan. Jack tugged on the man's hair to get his attention. Pitch only hummed and slid his hand up to fondle Jack's chest as he bobbed his head between his legs. "I want to taste you too," he gasped. He couldn't seem to make his fingers leave their spot tangled in Pitch's hair. Without removing his mouth from Jack's length, Pitch turned his body so he was straddling Jack's face. His hard length pushed at soft lips. Jack pushed up on his elbows and took the length down to the root. He moaned at the taste as well as the feeling on his own, loving the reaction it got from Pitch. He moaned again.

Pitch pulled off of Jack's length and spread his legs more and expose his hole to his tongue as he began to tease the pulsing pucker. Even as his mouth enjoyed every inch of the cock between his lips, Jack's hips stuttered up in search of more. Pitch chuckled and swirled his tongue around the hole. "How long has it been?"

Jack pulled away with an obscene pop. "About a year."

"You must be a desperate boy."

"Forgive me if I'm a little too eager." He took the hard length back in his mouth, sucking up and down.

Pitch laughed breathlessly. "Is this eagerness because of me or because of your lust?"

"Both."

"You may actually orgasm before I can even get inside you."

"Then hurry up and get in there."

Pitch chuckled and turned back around, nestling between Jack's legs. "Put the condom on."

Jack looked around. "Where is it?"

"I don't have any, and I think your bag's in the other room." Pitch smiled and kissed him. "I'm clean."

"I believe you, but I'm not breaking that rule." He wiggled out from under him and kissed his cheek. "I'm already going against my probation rule; I'm not breaking this one too."

Pitch sighed and flopped down on the bed. "Hurry up while I'm still hard."

"If you lose an erection that quickly then I'm clearly not doing my job correctly," he laughed. Jack disappeared from the room for a moment and returned with the condoms and lube from his backpack.

Pitch pulled Jack back down on the bed and kissed him. "If I lose it, then I'll fully expect you to bring it back."

"It would be my pleasure." He rubbed their erections against each other with a grin. "Looks like I won't have to though."

Pitch growled and gripped Jack's hip. "Damn it, Jack, hurry up. If I'm not inside you in the next few seconds, I'm going to lose it."

"I'm trying." Jack reached down between them to roll the condom on. He tossed the wrapper away and rolled off to the man's side, holding his legs open for him.

"Fucking finally," Pitch grumbled. After bending Jack in half, he poured some lube onto his hole and his length. He rubbed himself between the soft cheeks a couple times before thrusting deep inside. Jack only winced a little at the sharp sting, his hole unused to something so large in it for the past year. He instantly pulled the man down to keep his promise of kissing while fucking him. Pitch grunted with each thrust, pushing Jack down into the mattress as they kissed and fucked. He moved his head down to suck and tug at the sensitive flesh of Jack's nipple.

"Oh, God," he moaned loudly. Jack was loving the pulls of pleasure; he felt like they were coming from all directions. He already knew his ass would be delightfully sore in the morning and yet still craved more.

Pitch smiled and teasingly bit the tip of the nipple in his mouth as he gave a particularly hard thrust. "Well? How is it so far?"

Jack tugged on the man's hair. "Get back up here and let me take advantage of your height." He pulled Pitch up and took his mouth hungrily, nibbling on his bottom lip.

He hummed in return and slid his tongue past Jack's lips to claim his mouth thoroughly. "That's not an answer."

"It's amazing. Now, shut up and keep kissing me." He arched up so Pitch rubbed against his aching flesh with every thrust. Pitch kissed him passionately, their tongues fighting for dominance between them. He slid one hand down Jack's body to wrap around his length and stroke it slowly from base to tip. The florist moaned into his mouth as his stomach tightened. "Close," he gasped against him.

"Not yet," Pitch whispered as he slid out. "Get on your belly."

"Why?" His voice came out in a soft whine. Jack instantly hated the loss of that warm cock inside him and turned over to his stomach.

As soon as Jack was settled, Pitch thrust back inside him. His lips eagerly kissed at his neck. "We've both waited for this. I want it to last."

Jack moaned and gripped at the sheets beneath him. He pushed back against his lover, begging for more. "I get what you're saying, b-but I'm not sure how long I can last."

Pitch hummed and cupped under Jack's chin to turn his head for a kiss. He angled their hips so every thrust had him going as deep as he could. "You'll cum only when I tell you to."

"I can't help it if you're so good," he teased.

"If you cum without permission, I will spank you," Pitch chuckled, biting Jack's lower lip.

"I'll try," Jack moaned. He clawed at the arm holding him.

"Careful with the goods, sweetheart," Pitch growled. He slammed against what had to be Jack's prostate.

"Why should I? You feel like you're on a mission to make sure I can't walk tomorrow," he chuckled breathlessly. Jack cried out when his prostate was abused over and over again.

"I am. I have every intention on making sure you feel me inside you for a week."

"I won't have the chance to miss you."

"No you won't," Pitch chuckled. "You'll be too focused on your sore ass."

Jack clenched tightly around the man's length. "Koz," he managed to gasp out. "Can't...anymore."

"Alright." Pitch gave his ass a hard slap. "Cum." The lingering sting on his flesh quickly turned to pleasure and sent him careening over the edge into bliss. The most amazing tingling sensation covered every inch of his skin, and he couldn't even bring himself to care that he was still being fucked into a mess of his own semen. Jack pulled his lover into a fierce kiss. Pitch tangled his fingers in his white hair and held him tightly as they kissed. He lasted only a couple more seconds before he stilled, the condom filling with his own release. "Fuck."

Jack sighed happily, the warm weight pressing him down a welcome one. "That was amazing."

Pitch pulled back so he could look at him. He ran gentle fingers through Jack's hair and along his spine. His mind was in turmoil, and he pressed his lips to the back of Jack's neck to soothe the chaos. "I love you."

"I love you too." He smiled at the man over his shoulder.

Pitch kissed him softly. "Stay the night."

"Try to stop me," he chuckled.

Pitch hummed and slipped himself out of Jack's body. He peeled the condom off and threw it away before cuddling back up behind him. "Just for my own curiosity, how many condoms did you pack?"

"Just two. I brought the second in case the first broke."

"That other one might come in handy later." Pitch smiled and ran a single fingertip down the middle of Jack's back. "I'm a little hungry, and I'm in the mood for another serving of florist."

Jack chuckled tiredly. "I wouldn't mind if you had seconds. I'm not exactly suffering from your first helping."

"Would you like to take a nap before the second course?"

"If that would be okay with you." Jack shuffled back so he could settle in along his lover's body.

"Sleep, sweetheart," Pitch whispered against Jack's cheek.

Jack smiled and took one of Kozmotis' hands in his own. "Love you," he mumbled.

Pitch bit his lip. "I love you too, Jack."

Between his post-sex exhaustion and the warmth Pitch provided, it didn't take long for Jack to nod off to sleep with a big smile glued to his face.

Pitch sighed and flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. When he was sure that Jack was deep in sleep, he sat up and pulled on his sweatpants before going into the kitchen and getting a drink. "Fucking hell," he groaned, chugging the glass of whiskey. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He refilled his glass and went to lean against the door frame, watching Jack sleep peacefully in his bed. "I've actually gone and fallen in love with you."

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