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The doors shut behind them with the ring of a bell and the couple crashed into the wall, lips locked fiercely. Flint held Volkner's wrists to the wall over his head as he kissed from his seeking lips to his chin to his neck. Volkner's scent overtook him as he bit the side of his neck. Shockwaves traveled up Volkner's spine, washing him with heat and arousal.

Flint released one wrist to run a hand over the taut bulge of denim between Volkner's legs, causing his to-be lover to shudder in pleasure. His hand was stopped by Volkner's, holding it on the raised area. The other wrist was released.

Volkner glanced down at the hands then back up at Flint. With a slight smirk he began to pull off his jacket as Flint unbuttoned his pants for him. Volkner was interrupted while pulling off his shirt by a sudden chill in his lower regions. Fabric gently slid down his thighs, revealing pale skin and a rather disturbed pair of underpants. He gripped his shirt and leaned against the wall as Flint kneeled down to completely reveal Volkner's most private area.

A teasing tongue danced briefly around the tip of Volkner's penis. Again. The third time, it lingered longer. Lips brushed the tip then surrounded, taking in a few inches. Flint began to suck, gently at first but increasing pressure as he took in a couple more inches. With a mouthful, he gave full force. Volkner clinched his teeth to hold back noises. His knees buckled and he supported himself by clinging to Flint's head. As he felt his member brushing the soft muscle of Flint's throat, contracting around it, he twisted his fingers into the already-kinked hair. As he tugged, a muffled moan escaped Flint.

Volkner tugged Flint's hair to pull him away, his climax approaching. "F-Flint…I'm gonna co-" He was again interrupted by his own body. Flint swallowed compliantly, removed Volkner's personal appendage from his mouth, and stood up, wiping his mouth with his wrist to remove a few drops of escaped semen.

Volkner wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Now, why'd you do that? That's disgusting…"

Flint smirked. "I didn't hear you complaining before."

Volkner sulkily folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and looked away to disguise his blush. "Well, it's not like you got any pleasure out of that, I'm sure. I mean, you didn't even have a chance to orgasm."

A sly grin crept across the redhead's lips. "Does that mean that you wish to continue then?"

Volkner blushed deeper, his shoulders drooping slightly. He hesitantly replied, "Maybe…"

With that, Flint kissed Volkner, who winced and turned his head away. "Ugh. You taste horrible."

Flint merely laughed and pulled his partner into a deep kiss. Volkner, losing his "cool" composure once again and forgetting his distaste for the salty flavour, returned the gesture with enthusiasm. This time, he took the initiative to offer his tongue to Flint, who parted his lips and met the tongue with his own, caressing and twisting around it.

Hands slithered down Volkner's back and to his pants. Slowly, the pants and undergarment were lowered to mid-thigh, exposing all of Volkner. The right hand replaced the lips at his own mouth. Fingers lightly pressed against Volkner's lips.

"Suck," Flint commanded.

Volkner merely looked puzzled. "What?"

"If you don't want this to hurt like a bitch, then you'll do this."

He compliantly took three fingers into his mouth and did as instructed. After they were sufficiently coated, Flint removed the fingers and again traveled southward. He reached his destination and inserted the first finger. Volkner shuddered and stiffened.

"Just relax, Volk. This ain't going to happen if you're acting like this."

After a moment, Volkner sighed and forced his body to loosen.

Flint resumed and inserted a second finger. Volkner flinched but remained relaxed. The fingers prodded and scissored, stretching the area to prevent extra pain.

Once Flint felt that Volkner was sufficiently loosened, he gently turned his partner around and pulled him to his knees, kneeling along with him. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants and nudged Volkner into an all-fours position.

Volkner felt awkward on his hands and knees and began to feel somewhat embarrassed. The emotion was cut short, however, by the entrance of a disturbance much larger than the fingers from earlier. Flint pushed forward gently, easing into Volkner carefully as not to cause too much pain. Once he had completely invaded, he pushed a bit harder. Volkner clenched his jaw but was unable to contain a few whimpers. Flint gained speed and intensity, exiting and re-entering. Volkner's cries escaped as Flint's cock hit his prostate.

Volkner's arms buckled under him and he could hardly support himself as Flint hit the sensitive target repeatedly. Unable to resist any longer, Flint climaxed with a relieved cry. He slid out of Volkner and collapsed on top of him. Volkner squirmed onto his back, repositioning himself in a more ideal manner for cuddling.

'Do men 'cuddle' after this?' he wondered. It didn't matter. He was happy with what just occurred and would follow his own instincts. Flint seemed just as unsure as to what to do. So, they simply held each other. It seemed right to the both of them.

"Flint… What the Hell did we just do?

"I'm not sure. Did you not like it?"

"It's not that. It's just… What was this? Are we, what, lovers now?"

"I guess it means we are then. Let's talk about it later though. I'm sleepy."

Volkner pushed Flint off of him and stood up to pull up his pants. "You want to sleep in the elevator?"

Flint grinned. "Why not? We've done everything else in it already."

Volkner rolled his eyes. "At least pull up your pants."

Flint complied and promptly fell asleep on the carpeted floor of the elevator. Volkner took his place beside him and wrapped an arm around his back and shoulder. Whatever had just happened had happened and there was no changing it. Also exhausted from the incident, Volkner nodded off. Decisions were best made in clear minds anyways.