Fuck! Stupid-stupid! What kind of offer was that? If you need anything? He cringed again at the memory, as he had been for the past half-hour since coming inside. After warming up in the shower, he'd dressed in some comfortable cotton pyjamas and slipped on his robe and slippers. Some might think he looked like he'd stepped out of the nineteen-fifties, but he was warm and comfortable, so who was the real winner? It wasn't like anyone would see him anyway. Unless Hank comes over...He was probably joking. What could he possibly need in the middle of a storm? Those mutts would probably go crazy with the weather, too. His father's dogs always had. Barking, snarling, careening around the grounds. A crack of thunder made him flinch.
Heading downstairs, he paused by the door. Hank said he might come over. It was unlikely, probably one of those odd niceties, but just in case, Richard unlocked the door. It wasn't like anyone else would drive out there in the middle of a storm, and it was even rarer for thieves to visit when the residents were home. With the door on the latch, Richard padded through to the kitchen and brewed some tea, meticulously setting up his teapot and spooning in the leaves. It was dark outside now, barely anything visible with all the water running down the glass. His own reflection stared back at him, scaring him half to death as the thunder cracked.
Having not lived anywhere quite this flat and open before, the sound of the wind whistling through fields unsettled him somewhat, especially when coupled with the rain lashing his windows and the thunder rumbling overhead. The lightning would have made it worse, but the lights in the kitchen mostly kept that at bay, though he occasionally got a look at the trees leaning in the wind as flashes lit the yard. If he didn't know better, he'd think a tornado was about to roll in, or a hurricane. Knowing it was just a bad storm, Richard poured himself a cup of black tea and wandered through to the living room, where he sat in one of the large wingback chairs by the empty fireplace and read his newspaper. Allen had dropped it off earlier, along with a few extra items to get him through the bad weather if it lasted longer than a day.
He'd been settled maybe half an hour when the lights overhead started to blink. That was something he hadn't taken into account. Although he knew to keep electronics like the computer turned off and unplugged during a severe storm like this, he hadn't thought about the lights going out. Cursing under his breath, he hurried through to the kitchen and checked under the sink. Allen, forward thinking as ever, had left him a stock of thick pillar candles about three inches thick. The type that could stand on their own and made little to no mess with the right dish. His heart about leapt into his throat as a loud crack rumbled through the house and the lights blinked out, shortly joined by a blinding flash that lit the yard.
Christ! He hadn't been in a storm this bad for years, and even then he'd been in town, sheltered by other houses with neighbours close by. There was Hank, of course, but nothing but empty land surrounded their homes. His heart thudded as he lit the candle and put it on a side plate. It was probably early, but with little else to do in the darkness, Richard headed up to the bedroom and bundled beneath the covers. Despite his nerves, there was something awe-inspiring about watching the rolling clouds through the window and tracing the bright zigzags across the sky. Mercifully, the lightning seemed content to remain within the clouds. At least, he didn't hear anything striking the ground.
With the roar of the wind and the flicker of the candle on his bedside, it didn't take long for him to nod off. Rolling on his side, he curled up and buried his face in the pillow, feet twitching in contentment until he fell asleep. He had no idea how long it was before he was gently roused, but he knew he was no longer alone. There was a definite dip in the bed behind him; a warmer, larger presence pressing up behind. A gasp slipped from his tired lips, still mostly asleep as he nudged his hips into the hand gripping his cock. Leaning back against the soft chest, bristled whiskers immediately latched onto his bare neck. A moan slipped out, his hand blindly reaching back to rest on a rough, denim clad hip as pleasure roiled in his pelvis.
"What were you thinking, Richie? Going to bed and leaving the front door unlocked...Anyone could sneak in. And sleeping with a lit candle on your bedside, really? It's a wonder you survived this long on your own." As he came to a little more, he could feel that his shirt had been unbuttoned, and his bottoms were currently around his ass, giving Hank enough room to tease and jerk his cock. The candle was still lit, about a quarter burned, and the rain was still lashing the windows with the odd flash of lightning. "Was this what you were hoping for? For someone to come creeping into your room in the middle of the night?" The twitch of the cock in his hand was almost answer enough. Richard squirmed and gasped as he squeezed, rocking further into his touch.
"Y-you said you might come over." Another gasp cut him off, fingers digging in Hank's thigh and clawing the denim as he whined. He finally opened his tired eyes, blinking away the sleep in the flickering light as he turned his head and openly moaned at the sight of Hank leaning over his shoulder. He was rugged as ever, silver hair tousled by the wind from the run over. His thick plaid shirt had been unbuttoned, rounded belly flush against his spine. The words seemed to please Hank as he leaned in to nip his lobe, breath hot on his ear as he lingered.
"And is this what you wanted?" A choked sound slipped out as the hand left his cock to fondle his balls instead, cupping and rolling in encouragement. Richard could barely do more than give a meek nod, glad for the low lighting as his skin heated. With a low curse, Hank's lips returned to his neck, body pressing closer as he pushed the pants further down his legs. Richard shuddered, working to rid himself of the material and free his legs for Hank's rough hands. Another curse rumbled in his ear, making him whine as Hank cocked a knee and hooked one of his legs over it, spreading him wide. "Fuck, I've been thinking about this for days." The confession made Richard shiver, spine arching to grind his bare ass on Hank's jeans as the hand returned to his cock. He could feel a hard bulge trapped in the material and whined louder as it teased his ass.
"H-Henry." The quiet murmur made Hank growl, teeth biting his shoulder in approval as he leaned over and squeezed his cock. Richard shuddered as he felt Hank grinding his bare ass, rubbing the denim firmly to let him feel his cock. A hand gripped his hair as he rubbed back, plainly telling him he understood and approved.
"Fuck, come here, Richie." Richard followed the hand that moved to his shoulder and turned over, immediately burying himself in Hank's chest. They kissed slowly, Hank growling as Richard's thigh hooked over his hip. Gentle fingers pushed the shirt off his shoulders, more clothes soon lost in the sheets. Hank drew back, propping himself on one arm to enjoy the sight of Richard's naked body in the flickering light. It was almost cute, the way he flinched when a fresh bout of thunder and lightning arrived. Hank hushed him softly, caressing his cheek and running his thumb along his bottom lip before pressing it inside. Richard's dark eyes blinked open at first, teeth brushing the knuckle in surprise until his lips closed around it and he sucked. "That's good."
Stroking up and down his body, savouring the soft fuzz on his palm, Hank shuffled his way to the edge of the bed and pulled Richard after him. His lips were good and wet by the time he peeled his hand away to leave him whining at the loss. Hank chuckled softly as Richard got his bearings, now lying sideways on the bed with his head right at the edge, staring up as Hank stood over him with a hand on his waistband. It seemed he got the idea as he licked his lips and shuffled even higher, just the right place to dangle his head over the edge. Hank chuckled as he popped the button of his jeans, openly smirking at the way Richard squirmed, cock swaying at the sight.
"What do you think? Think you can take it?" Whether or not he could take it was irrelevant at that particular moment. He wanted it. That's all that mattered. Hank's low chuckle seemed to tell him he understood as he pulled his zipper down and shucked his pants enough to let his cock spring free. Having not seen it in three days, Richard had forgotten how big it was. The girth would barely let him close his hand around it, and he could have fisted it twice. He whined softly as Hank gripped himself, giving a few slow tugs so he could get a good look at what would soon be buried in his gullet. "You want this?" Richard nodded, making Hank chortle as he leaned lower and ran the tip across his needy lips.
Richard stuck his tongue out at the first pass, panting softly as Hank rubbed back and forth on his tongue before gripping his cock and slapping his cheek. A sticky smear marred the soft skin, making him moan as he reached up to grab Hank's thigh. Lifting himself, he ran his tongue along the underside of his cock from tip to base before licking higher to get at his balls. Hank cursed softly, gently cupping the back of his neck for support as he licked and kissed the swaying sack. He could barely fit them in his mouth, gently licking and sucking them one by one. Wiry hair tickled his nose as he nuzzled closer, closing his eyes and ducking his head, working his tongue until he pulled off with panting breaths.
"Fuck, Richie..." Richard savoured the low grumble as he lowered himself to the mattress, parting his lips and licking Hank's cock as he leaned lower. His lips wrapped around the tip, tongue licking and teasing the slit as Hank pushed in. His mouth felt impossibly full and stretched already, and the tip was barely brushing his teeth. "That's it, honey. Relax for me." He shuddered as a large hand pushed his chin further up, weathered fingered stroking his neck all the way down to his Adam's apple and back.
Richard did as he was told, letting his head hang over the edge of the bed and gripping Hank's thighs as his cock slowly inched forward. It was a little hard to get his breathing right. Breathing in at the wrong time would choke him, and Hank did his best to measure his thrusts. He moved slowly, barely three inches deep. Bending his knees, he gripped the edge of the bed, centring his weight so he could snap his hips. He managed to push about halfway in before Richard gagged and spluttered around him, making him pull off so he could roll over and cough into the sheets.
"You alright, honey? Here, have some water." When Hank had brought the water, Richard didn't know, but he did as he was told as he pushed up and accepted the glass. "Try to keep your throat open, alright? I'm trying not to choke you here." Richard nodded as he handed the glass back and settled in place, greedily accepting Hank's cock in his mouth as he dangled his head over the edge of the bed again. Hank moaned low in his throat as he rocked in two-thirds.
It seemed a little water was just the trick. Richard's throat was warm and wet, wrapping round him like a Fleshlight as he rocked his hips. Timing his thrusts with Richard's breaths, feeling warm huffs on his balls with each thrust, Hank was soon buried to the hilt. He moaned at the sight, quietly wishing he'd brought his phone as he watched his cock bulging in Richard's throat. As he rested his hand on his neck, he could feel it filing out with each slow snap. Richard bent his knees and planted his heels on the mattress, squirming and rocking with each thrust.
"Keep it down, boy...Swallow around it." Richard whined and squirmed as Hank sank in to the hilt and held himself there, smirking as he felt him choke around him. Richard did his best to obey, throat flexing with each swallow, muscles rippling up and down Hank's cock as he stroked his throat. Pulling out, Hank stepped back as Richard pushed himself up, gasping and spluttering. He didn't even catch his breath before he was on his knees at the edge of the bed to paw Hank's chest and pull him down. Hank accepted the arms around his neck, leaning in to prickle his lips with gentle kisses and lay him on the sheets.
Grabby little hands clawed at his jeans, tugging them lower until he could kick them off. It seemed Richard didn't like being the only one laid bare. The moment his pants were gone, slim legs hooked around his wider hips, cocks brushing and grinding. Richard squirmed and whined, kissing along his whiskered jaw to nip his neck and whimper in his ear. Hank cursed at the needy sounds, burying his head in his shoulder and stroking his arched spine. His skin was so soft, untouched by harsh weather and outdoor work. Even that pert little ass was soft as he gripped it in his hands, growling at the thought of sinking into it. That would be a much easier feat this time around.
"Come on. On your knees, pretty boy." Richard clung to him, reluctant to roll over as he attacked his lips. Hank allowed it for a while, stroking his hair and pressing him into the mattress as he pushed himself up. Prying his legs off, he finally managed to turn him over to get at his ass, huffing and pulling him to his knees while shoving his head down. "That's it, stay nice and still now..." Richard gripped the sheets and did as he was told, looking over his shoulder and holding his ass up. It was sort of romantic with the flickering candlelight on the walls.
"Henry!" He trembled beautifully as he was pried open, just as self-conscious as before as he turned his head to watch him. He looked mortified as Hank parted his cheeks and stared at his puckered entrance. Hank didn't waste time, eager to get him prepped and ready. "Fuck-I-hngh!" If Richard was swearing, he was definitely doing something right. He made a second pass, licking over the tight ring and lingering to circle the twitching muscle. Richard whined again, panting into the sheets and holding himself on quivering knees.
"That's it, honey...Stay still now." Hank grabbed the small tube he'd tossed on the bed earlier and popped the cap. It would be a lie to say he'd had it at home already. He'd gone into town the day after their little tryst to pick some up, knowing it would make things easier the next time he got him on his knees. Even while waiting, he'd had no real doubt it would happen again. Richard's eagerness that night had been telling, much like his own midnight boners. The little ferret was gagging for it. The sound of squeezing gel caught Richard's interest as he turned his head, dark eyes soft and lazy as he watched Hank coat his fingers and hold them up with a smirk. He knew where those fingers were going as he shuffled his thighs wider and arched his spine, too.
The first press had him keening. A high, whining moan that cut off in a whimper with the next clap of thunder. Hank used his free hand to steady and soothe his hip. He didn't think he was scared of the storm, not really, but he was certainly skittish and prone to shocks and startles. Hank pushed and twisted his finger in Richard's passage, quickly working him up to two. The slide was much easier with the thick coating of gel, with none of the flinching pain from before. If anything, Richard's ass was bucking more, eager to suck him down to the third knuckle.
Hank was thorough this time, coating his fingers again and adding a third to tug and stretch the tight hole. He remembered the sharp hiss he'd let out before. The way his body had tensed, and he hadn't said anything. This time was different. With the extra slick, he didn't even seem to notice the third finger pressing in, holding himself on his forearms and whining as he pushed back for more. Fuck, it would be easy to sink in from this angle and give him another hard fucking, but Hank had other plans. Plans that involved Richard bouncing on his cock. Keeping his fingers deep, Hank laced a hand in his hair and pulled him up to rest on his knees.
"What do you think, Richie? Ready to ride in a new saddle?" Hank moaned out loud as Richard nodded, brown eyes soft and lustful as he squirmed on his fingers. Chuckling low in his throat, Hank patted his ass and removed his fingers. "Attaboy." Richard watched, cock dripping and swaying as Hank settled on the pillows and got more gel to slick himself. He shuddered as he watched him stroke himself, blue eyes hungry as he watched and waited. "Well? Climb on up here." Hank patted his rounded belly for emphasis, smirking smugly as Richard crawled over like an obedient dog and clambered on.
He didn't go in for the kill right away, enjoying the stretched feeling of straddling Hank's hips. His body was burly, all firm flesh and raw muscle covered by a soft layer of fat. He wasn't unhealthy, just large. It seemed Hank was feeling soft and lazy as well, as he guided him up to his lips and stroked his back before returning his fingers to their former place, keeping him stretched and ready. Richard was greedy, drunk on kisses by the time Hank finally pulled him back with a gruff chuckle, almost smirking as he slapped his slick cock on his bare ass.
"Ready to ride?" Richard looked a little embarrassed as he pushed himself to his knees, clearly unused to being in this position. Hank helped loosen him up, stroking his thigh and guiding him down to the tip of his cock, which he slowly lined up and teased against the twitching ring. Richard gasped, almost hissing as the tip breached his entrance. Hank stopped, blue eyes wary as he watched for a sign it hurt. Taking a series of deep breaths, Richard arched his spine and slowly dropped, guided by Hank the whole way. "Use your words, Richie." He was going to have to say something if it hurt.
"F-full!" It was a choked up exclamation, one that made Hank pause as Richard reached back to rest his hands on his large thighs. His ass was stretched so wide he thought it might tear if Hank moved, but it didn't hurt. Not like before. Not like back then. Closing his eyes, Richard shivered in bliss, his own cock twitching as Hank teased and caressed his thighs. When a warm hand wrapped around him, Richard thought he might come then and there. It seemed Hank understood as he let him go and swapped to stroking his balls instead.
"Does it hurt?" Richard shook his head, though he was still reluctant to move. Hank smirked at that, hands moving to grip his slim hips. "Good." Planting his feet, he rocked up, enjoying the surprised moan that fled Richard's lips as their bodies met. The bounce of his pelvis almost knocked him off, but Richard soon regained his balance, leaning back to grip Hank's knees as he dropped to meet him again. "Oh-fuck, that's it, Richie! Moan for me, fuck!" Richard had no trouble obeying that order. Each snap of Hank's hips had him bouncing on his pelvis, greedily accepting the cock in his ass and moaning with each clap of flesh.
Hank gripped his hips, guiding him in circles as he rocked. Each snap sent a jolt through his body, making him pant and moan, thrumming with pleasure. He leaned back further, moaning as Hank's cock dragged along his inner walls. His own cock bounced and dripped, slapping his pelvis with each firm thrust. He moaned louder as Hank moved to grab and squeeze it, thumbing the tip and licking the pearly droplets. A curse slipped out as Hank moved faster, and he shivered as lightning lit the window. He was about ready to burst as Hank's hand returned to stroke his cock, encouraging him to bounce and grind.
"Fuck, inside or out?" Richard didn't even know how to answer that. He felt so good he couldn't even decipher the question. Was he planning to pick him up and fuck him through the window or something? "If you don't answer, I'm going to-" Cursing under his breath, Hank increased the pace, apparently making the choice for him as he pulled him down. Richard moaned loudly, eyes wide as he squirmed, filled to the hilt as Hank spilled. He shuddered at the warmth, feeling his own cock twitch and drip at the realisation of what Hank had just done. Seeing he wasn't done, Hank strained to keep it up, grinding in circles and pumping Richard's cock until he finished, white streams splattering his pelvis. "Fuck! Turn around and let me look at you."
Richard was shaky as he let Hank help him off and all but fell to his buckling knees. He followed the guiding hands as Hank manoeuvred him around, and shuddered as he pulled his cheeks wide and stared. Hank cursed softly, squeezing his cheeks and stroking as he watched his release trickle out of the twitching hole. The warm leaking feeling made Richard shudder and bury his face in the sheets, barely bringing himself to look over his shoulder. The hungry look on Hank's face as he watched almost had his cock twitching again. It seemed Hank understood his need for reassurance as he finally tore his eyes away long enough to look at his face.
"Fuck, you're a pretty sight, you know that?" Richard was quite certain that the sight of his leaking asshole was anything but pretty, but he appreciated the sentiment all the same. "You want to clean up, don't you?" His distaste was obvious, and Hank couldn't say he blamed him. His wife had been the same. She'd always hated the leaky feeling that came after sex, barely waiting more than a minute before she was off the bed and into the bathroom.
"Is it that obvious?" Hank chuckled as he got up, patting Richard's ass and leaning across to grab the candle. The electricity had gone out hours ago, which was one of the reasons he'd come over. Sumo and Connor were happily settled in their beds, paying no mind to the wind and rain as they snoozed. With the three of them so cosy, he couldn't help thinking of Richard across the way all alone, especially without the lights. It surprised him he was even prepared enough to have a candle, though finding him fast asleep with the candle flickering on his bedside was less than reassuring. It probably wasn't too much of an issue, safely standing in the middle of the small table, but accidents could happen.
"The power's still out, so the water will be cold...Maybe just use a cloth to clean up for now," Hank advised as he tried the lights, unsurprised to find them dead. If they were lucky, tripping the generators after the storm would reset everything, but if they were unlucky, the power-lines were down and they'd have to wait for repairmen. That could take days or even weeks at the rate those city folks looked out for them. Richard nodded as he grabbed a flannel and joined him at the sink, clearly mortified as Hank plucked the cloth from his hand. He watched as he wiped his chest and belly clean, smirking all the while as he rinsed the cloth and leaned in to kiss him. "Bend over for me, honey." The pet name made him balk, and he swore his cheeks had darkened a shade as he followed the guiding hand on his neck and bent over the sink.
Hank was gentle as he pried his checks apart and wiped up the creamy smears, thumbing around the hole to encourage the trickle. Richard twitched and buried his face with a quiet whine, biting his lip at the thought of Hank sliding in again. It was almost like Hank heard him as he teased and fingered the rim, tugging and pulling before wiping it clean again. Rinsing off the cloth, he gave him a final wipe and patted his ass again, encouraging him up and backing him into the counter. Richard whined softly, looping his arms around Hank's shoulders and ignoring the cold counter on his ass.
"Fuck, you running on Duracell? We only just finished!" Hank teased as he felt Richard's cock give a dull twitch. The fist on his shoulder drew a hearty chuckle as Hank pulled him closer. Richard yelped as he was lifted, automatically wrapping his arms and legs around Hank's burly body as he was carried back to bed and laid on the sheets. Rather than teasing, Hank lay beside him and pulled up the covers, kissing and stroking until he'd taken his fill. There was plenty of time left; an entire night of howling wind and rolling thunder.