The walk to Hank's was a long one, mainly because they stopped every few feet to lose themselves in a tangle of teasing tongues and roving fingers. Hank wasn't sure which of them instigated it, but they kept grabbing at each other all the way to his backyard. When they got to the porch, Connor and Sumo were already there, wagging their tails and waiting impatiently. Hank barely had room to reach between them and open the door before they scurried through the house, leaving the sound of scraping claws and padding paws in their wake. Hank didn't even think before following them. Pulling Richard against his chest, he hauled him inside, already devouring his lips as they stumbled into the hall.
The first thing that struck Richard about Hank's house, and would have bothered him if he were sober, was the smell of wet dog. It wasn't a fresh smell either. This was well and truly Sumo and Connor's home. He didn't think they'd marked the walls or anything like that, not recently at least, but the air was thick with their scent. Hank, so used to living in it, didn't bat an eyelid as he shut the door and pinned Richard against it. Richard opened up as Hank attacked his lips and hooked a thigh over his hip to pull him closer. Hank's hands were already inside his shirt, squeezing and stroking whatever flesh he could reach.
Richard yelped as firm hands grabbed his thighs and lifted, trapping his hard cock against Hank's stomach in the process. Richard openly moaned as he locked his arms around Hank's neck and fisted a hand in his silver hair. Hank growled back, holding tighter as Richard squirmed and bucked against him. Their lips barely parted for an instant. Rough whiskers stung Richard's lips, leaving the skin pink and sore. Not content with remaining against the door, Hank hefted Richard higher and turned blindly towards the stairs. Richard made no arguments as he moaned and teased his tongue.
Unfortunately, Hank wasn't as young as he used to be. He was strong, and Richard wasn't heavy, but keeping his balance wasn't as easy these days, so when he caught his foot and stumbled, he couldn't keep his balance. His reflexes were quick enough to catch their combined weight on one arm and save Richard's back from the stairs with the other. The landing was rough on his knees, but his chief concern was making sure Richard was alright. There was only a thin layer of worn, green carpet on the stairs to soften the fall. Luckily, Richard was in good enough humour to be smiling, which suggested he'd escaped any serious injury.
"Fuck, are you alright?" Hank couldn't help chortling himself as Richard laughed, still holding his shoulders and leaning up to attack his lips. Hank hummed softly as that sinful tongue teased his lips. Richard was insatiable, soon tightening his legs around his waist and lifting himself to grind his cock. Hank took a slow breath, running his hands up Richard's thighs and gripping his ass. They kissed again, nibbling lips and clicking their teeth in the process.
"Shit, just fuck me here!" It was barely a murmur. Something hurriedly gasped in Hank's ear as Richard kissed his way along his jaw. Hank frowned a little as he drew back. No way in hell was he going to let Richard's first experience of his house be a quick fuck on the stairs!
"You really think I'd let your first time in my house be on the stairs? Fuck no!" Richard whined softly, clearly put out as Hank drew back. He'd been hard all the way to the house! His jeans were uncomfortable, his cock was aching, and if he didn't get fucked soon, there was going to be hell to pay! Seeing something of the impatience on his face, Hank chuckled and kissed him again. Richard was barely satisfied with this pittance, but sighed in relief when his pants were finally loosened. "Come on, honey…Up we go!" With a small heave, Hank stood and lifted Richard in his arms once more.
"The stairs wouldn't be that bad." Hank chuckled at the impatient grumble as Richard returned to his lips. He paused to enjoy it, unwilling to climb and kiss at the same time lest he lose his balance again. The last thing Richard needed after his recovery was another broken bone. The carpet was only a runner, covering the middle of the staircase and leaving bare wood on either side, an old stylistic choice. It would be a nasty fall with the uncovered wood and the thinness of the carpet. Even tripping upwards had been hard on Hank's knees, though he'd managed to save Richard's back and head. Tripping down them could be fatal.
"They're hard as fuck!"
"They're not the only thing…" Richard squirmed against him for emphasis, making Hank chortle as he finally continued his way up the stairs. Richard moaned as Hank gripped his ass and attacked his lips before they'd even made it two feet down the hall. They came to rest against a wall, where Richard would have been quite happy to remain as he flicked his tongue along Hank's lips and gasped for breath.
"You'd end up with bruised knees or a sore back! Not to mention the risk of falling!" Unless they were right near the bottom, fucking on the stairs was completely out of the question, and Hank couldn't see the appeal. The only good thing would be that they could get down to it quicker, which wasn't worth it. Not when his bed was right upstairs. Richard had no counterargument to this and greedily attacked Hank's lips and shirt instead. The soft, chequered material was soon half-open, letting Richard stroke and tease the curls on his chest.
They finally made it into the bedroom, not that Richard noticed. Not until his back hit the mattress, which was a little firmer than his own. The duvet was thinner, too. It was a thin, wool duvet that was warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Hank couldn't remember a time he'd ever used anything else. His father had sworn by it. Wool was great for regulating body temperature. Richard, distracted as he was, didn't even notice the pink floral pattern on the sheets. He was too busy pawing at Hank's body and pulling his clothes off.
Hank let him push the shirt off his shoulders and shrugged out of it with a chuckle, enjoying this rare and unusual position. Most of the time, he had Richard face down on the bed or they were lying side by side. Having him on his back, lying beneath him, was unusual. Richard didn't seem to notice at first, he was so intent on getting Hank's clothes off. Hank took his time, stroking Richard's dark hair and lazily kissing his wanton lips. Following his lead, Richard's lips slowed, no longer rough and demanding. He met each little press, turning his head for better access and lavishing Hank with strokes of tongue.
"Come on, honey. Take your shirt off." Richard followed the order with a soft whine, allowing Hank to pop the buttons and pull it off. Hank paused to look down at him, which was about the time Richard realised he was flat on his back with Hank's body between his stretched thighs. His neck coloured slightly, chestnut eyes wide and uncertain under Hank's scrutiny. He wasn't used to being looked at like this. Like he mattered, like he was special. His previous lovers hardly ever looked at him, not the way Hank did. Hank looked at him like a dessert he was about to devour. "Put your hands here…I want to look at you." That made him feel worse.
"You really don't have to…" Richard trailed off, half-covering his torso as he brought his arms in. He was really quite skinny, with dark curls covering his chest, stomach, and arms. He considered himself lucky it hadn't spread everywhere. His back and ass were quite hairless. Catching his hands, Hank brought them to his lips and pressed light kisses along his knuckles before leading them above his head to the old metal bedframe. The frame had been in the family for generations. The brass was cold against Richard's fingers as he gripped the thin bars and tried not to seem to self-conscious. Unfortunately, Hank could read him like a book. He was already giving him one of those knowing smirks as he sat on his knees leaning over him.
"I never have to do anything…I want to." Why Hank would want to look at him was beyond him. Sure, he was still in pretty good shape, but that was hardly special. It wasn't like he was particularly muscular like Allen, or burly like Hank. He was really quite skinny, and there wasn't much muscle there really. I probably look like a half-starved chimpanzee…That was one of the names he was called school, before he'd started shaving. After that, he just had more people wanting to use his thighs. The price of being the little guy at an all boy's school. How else were they going to get off? The thought made his skin prickle as Hank ran his rough hands down his arms and caressed his sides, looking down at him with something like reverence. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." Richard snorted loudly.
"I look like an anorexic monkey."
"Says who?" Richard averted his eyes. He wasn't about to get into all his past insecurities, especially not at a time like this. As Hank's hand gripped his chin, he had little choice but to turn back to face him. His skin heated at the reproachful look he was getting. "You're not a monkey, you're a ferret." Was that supposed to make me feel better? "A cute little ferret with a pointy nose and the deepest eyes I've ever seen." Thinning his lips, Richard slapped a hand over Hank's mouth. He wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but it was embarrassing. Hot breath warmed his fingers as Hank chuckled and caught his wrist, prickling kisses across his palm as he held it there. "You don't look anorexic, you're just thin! You're healthy and toned, with perfect skin and great hair." His skin was one thing he could agree to at least. Although he was getting his fair share of lines, his skin was free of blemishes and spots. His hairline was also something he could boast about at his age. There were no balding spots, and it wasn't receding. Hank had also been lucky in that regard.
"I can't believe you think being a ferret is a compliment!"
"It is! Ferrets are adorable." Richard balked. He was many things, but adorable wasn't one of them. Hank, however, seemed set to ignore any further arguments. Returning Richard's hands to the bars above his head, he lowered himself over his smaller body and kissed his way down his arms. Richard did his best not to twitch and squirm as whiskers prickled his skin and soft lips left kisses all the way down. Hank enjoyed the softness of Richard's skin on his lips and the tickle of hair on his fingers as he stroked a path down his sides. He was alert, reading every shiver and breath.
There was a patch along his right shoulder, right over the collarbone, that made his body twitch. His head subconsciously tilted in a silent plea for more, though Hank could tell he was holding back. That wouldn't last for long. Though it wasn't his longest relationship, he knew Richard well enough to know how to make him crumble. Stroking his sides, he soon circled back to stroke his firm abs. They weren't sculpted like he went to the gym, but they were flat and firm as he stroked higher through the curls on his chest. Once he reached his nipples, he circled his thumbs on the sensitive nubs. Richard whined and squirmed, dark eyes softening as he gazed up at him.
"You like that, Richie?" He didn't need an answer. The increased squirming was enough of an admission. He didn't even need to squeeze the buds, and he was already getting more desperate. Richard panted, licking his lips as those rough thumbs circled and pressed, keeping his nipples hard and sending little buzzes of pleasure straight to his hard cock. "Attaboy." Richard didn't even know what the praise was for. All he was doing was lying there and taking it. His hands hadn't moved from their place on the bedframe, though his thighs tightened on Hank's waist and he lifted himself enough to allow a rough hand to stroke his back. Those whiskered lips finally kissed their way down to his chest, where they sucked and teased each tender bud.
There was absolutely no resistance as Hank removed his slacks and boxers, finally freeing his cock from its cotton prison. Richard cursed softly as he was freed, his cock twitching in the cool air. Hank chuckled softly as he kicked his own clothes off and joined him. He didn't start prepping right away. He wanted to savour it first. The warmth of skin on skin contact. Richard was so soft and warm, and his body was really no hairier than his own. His curls were slightly darker, but that was just the price of getting old. Hank's hair was just silver instead of black. He lowered his body to rest against Richard's, keeping most of his weight on his knees and elbows so he didn't squash his smaller body.
Richard was equally greedy as Hank's hands teased his sides and back. Releasing the bedframe, he latched onto Hank's shoulders and caressed his back. He could feel the firm muscles beneath his fingertips as he pressed and scratched the surface, making Hank grunt and moan. His legs hugged Hank's waist, bringing their cocks together where they were trapped against Hank's stomach. Richard squirmed and bucked, enjoying the little gasps and curses he drew from Hank's lips as he worked.
They were both close when Hank sat up with a sigh, their skin sticky and clammy from the close contact. Ignoring Richard's whine, he shuffled further down the bed and took Richard's thighs in firm hands. Their cocks had left sticky smears on their skin, and Hank greedily licked the salty patch on Richard's pelvis, unsure who it had come from. Unsure what to do with his hands, Richard returned them to the bars above his head. The metal was cold on his skin as he closed his hands around them and squirmed.
"Attaboy, Richie." Patting his ass, Hank lay on his stomach and settled above his pelvis. It was an unusual position for Richard to be in. He was usually the one doing the sucking. He didn't even know where to look as Hank smirked and leaned down to flick his tongue across his glans. His body quivered at the teasing lick, and goosebumps prickled his skin as Hank massaged his hips and kissed his inner thigh. "That's it, honey. Just lie back and take it." Richard could feel his cheeks heat at the grumbled order. Strong hands pushed his thighs wider, spreading him so Hank could see from his hanging balls to his tight little ring.
Richard moaned in surprise as Hank dropped lower to lick and kiss his balls, prodding and teasing the full sack. The skin was sensitive, so much so that the rubbing of Hank's whiskers was almost uncomfortable. Hank was especially careful as he nibbled the loose flesh, enjoying the way Richard gasped and flinched. It was even better as he sucked the whole sack into his mouth and drew a debauched mewl from his quivering lips. Hank was greedy, sucking and teasing the small globes until Richard's thighs trembled. Sucking too hard would be painful, and making them too hot would be uncomfortable, so Hank soon released them to lick his way along his tender perineum. He lingered on that soft strip of skin, enjoying the moans and whines that slipped out.
"Hold them open, Richie." It was almost a telling off as Richard's thighs started to close. Holding himself spread like this was uncomfortable and hard on his hips. Soothing the quivering joints, Hank kissed his inner thigh again and pried his ass open. The feeling of Hank's breath on his ring was sinful, and it didn't get any better as his warm, wet tongue started licking and prodding. Hank moaned eagerly as he licked the tight ring over and over, doing his best to soften the tense muscles. There was something almost homely about the earthy taste of Richard's ass. It was something he was getting used to now and approached with a sense of anticipation.
Richard's sweet little moans were more than enough of a reward. For someone who snubbed the idea of being a ferret, he certainly mewled like one as he squirmed on the bed. It was sort of cute how he tried to hold back from bucking against his face. Hank knew that's what he wanted to do. He could tell from the tense, quivering muscles in his thighs and how his hips twitched against the sheets. The sound that fled his lips as Hank finally worked his tongue in was one of relief and lust. If he weren't so busy, Hank might have smirked. Instead, he gripped his ass and pushed as deep as he could go, sucking and licking the tight little hole for all he was worth.
"H-Henry!" That's more like it…Hank kept him like that, spread open on the bed with his tongue in his ass. Richard closed his eyes, moaning and panting as Hank's tongue worked him open and soothed the tense muscles. He could feel himself gradually relaxing into it. There was less resistance as Hank's tongue pushed in, letting him move faster, greedily licking and rim and stretching it wide. "F-fuck, put it in!" Hank scoffed at the idea. Forcing his way in now would tear his ass to ribbons. Not that he'd tell him that.
"You want it, honey?" Hank teased, enjoying the sound of Richard's desperate little pleas and agreements. "Yeah? Well, you've got to show me first." Richard whined. He'd already fallen to his knees and sucked him off once! What more did he want? Reaching for the bedside, Hank snagged the tube of thick gel and coated his fingers. Richard moaned, eagerly lifting his ass off the bed to give him room. He gasped at the coolness of the first touch, but openly moaned as Hank sank the first two digits in. "That's it, Richie. You suck those fingers, take them good and deep." Another debauched moan escaped as Richard did just that.
"G-good…" Hank smirked as Richard squirmed against his hand, greedily grinding his wet knuckles. Hank crooked and twisted his fingers to stroke and tease his walls, searching for that telling bump. "H-Henry-fuck!" Richard lifted his ass off the bed again and rocked his hips, sinking himself on Hank's willing fingers. Each rock clasped his fingers, wrapping them in tight, wet warmth. The lube now coated most of his hand and Richard's ass, though Richard didn't seem to notice as he fucked himself. His lips had parted to pant and gasp, each rock drawing out a small rumble at the back of his throat that was almost a whine.
Once he'd added a third finger, Hank sat a little higher so he could palm himself. Sitting up certainly gave him a better view of Richard's flushed face. He looked done already, with his dazed chestnut eyes and trembling legs. He wasn't done. Far from it. Hank wouldn't let him off that easily. Looking down at him, pumping his cock and fingering his ass, he couldn't figure out why they didn't do this more often. He could get used to seeing Richard like this, to having this sort of intimacy. Richard only seemed partially aware of him as he gripped the bars above his head and writhed.
Lubing his cock, Hank smirked and pulled out. Richard whined softly at the loss of contact, coming back to himself a little as he gazed up at him. Jutting his hips, Hank let him see what was coming. His cock was hard and ready, dripping with lube to ease his entry. Richard licked his lips and parted his thighs, waiting. As if Hank was about to resist that! Still pumping his cock, he leaned over his body to rest an arm above his head. Richard finally released the bars as Hank lowered himself, switching from gripping the bedframe to clinging to his shoulders.
"Attaboy, Richie," Hank breathed as he drew back, peppering Richard's jaw with gentle pecks and lining himself up. Richard buried his face in his shoulder with a hum, kissing his neck and nuzzling his cheek. Hank lifted himself as he pushed in. He wanted to watch Richard's face, to see the look of bliss and wonder. Arching his spine, Richard's lips parted in a small moan. His head fell back, dark eyes pinching shut as he bit his lip. "Look at me…Look at me, Richie." Cupping his cheek, Hank drew his eyes back to him. His cock was only halfway in. Richard gasped as Hank gazed at him. His blue eyes were so intense it was like he was trying to take a picture, fixing the moment in his memory. The thought made him uncomfortable.
It was a little too intense. A little too intimate. This wasn't what he was used to. He was more used to being on his knees, facing away from whoever fucked him. Facing away was good. Safe. He could let go when they weren't looking, careless of the expressions on his face. His body tensed with nerves. How did he look? What expression was he wearing? Did he look dumb with his mouth hanging open? Was he drooling or sweating too much? Did he look ugly? He wasn't handsome at the best of times, but with his face all screwed up with pleasure? He dreaded to think how that looked!
"Richie-Richie! Calm down…Relax…It's just me. Just us. It's nothing we haven't seen or done before." True, it wasn't their first time having sex facing each other, but now that he was actually looking…Hank huffed softly as he leaned down. "Silly ferret." A slow, gentle kiss silenced Richard's rebuke. His dark eyes fluttered, breath sighing as Hank pressed closer. Richard moaned into his mouth, greedily fisting a hand in his hair and rocking his hips. Hank grunted his approval as his cock was sucked in. Richard's breath shuddered as they parted, his expression coy and uncertain as he stared up at him.
"Henry." Hank moaned softly at the sound of his name on Richard's lips. It was a whispered plea, almost like a prayer.
"Richie." Hank returned the favour, enjoying the way it made Richard whine and gasp. Taking charge, Hank set the pace. He fucked him slowly, stealing his breath with slow kisses and holding his hips to keep him steady. "Is that good, honey?" The soft moan Richard let out and the way he pulled him closer was almost answer enough as they kissed.
"Uh-huh." It seemed that was all Richard could manage as he continued holding himself open and accepted each thrust with a gasping moan. Hank chuckled softly, caressing his cheek and running his thumb across his lips. Richard opened his mouth, apparently expecting him to push inside. Who was Hank to deny him? Richard's tongue wrapped around his thumb the moment it slipped in. His lips closed so he could suck, dark eyes soft and heady. He moaned around it and squirmed on his cock, pleasure still coiling in the pit of his stomach.
"Are you close?" Richard nodded. Hank could tell that he was, and not just because his cock was swollen and dripping between them. The quivering in his thighs was getting worse, to the point Hank wasn't sure he'd be able to keep holding on. His panted breaths were getting shorter and more urgent, bringing with them those needy little whines that begged for more. His brow furrowed, eyes pinching shut as he moaned and squirmed, trying to chase his own pleasure as much as Hank's slow thrusts allowed. "Look at me then. I want to see you when you come." The thought would have made Richard blush if that were possible. There was already a healthy pink flush in his cheeks that ran all the way down his neck. His skin was glowing in the low light of a lamp Hank didn't even remember turning on.
"H-Henry!" It was an urgent plea. A warning he was close. Hank upped the pace a little, always keeping a hand on Richard's cheek to keep him looking. He wanted eye contact. Richard felt vulnerable under those soft blue eyes, and Hank could tell. He could also read the warmth and adoration there. The wonder that anyone could look at him like that. Hank felt the same under Richard's gaze. He hadn't felt like this for a long time. "Henry!" The hands on his shoulders tightened, short nails biting his shoulders.
"Alright, Richie." That soft murmur of encouragement was all it took. Richard's mouth fell open with an almost surprised mewl. His seed spilled between them, mostly over his own pelvis. Cursing under his breath, Hank pulled out. He knew Richard hated the feeling of jizz in his ass, and there were better ways to finish. Lying spent and gasping, Richard didn't even have the energy to protect his face as Hank came. Warmth painted his chest and neck, even catching his cheek and forehead. Hank chuckled softly as he caught his breath.
"Sorry. I didn't quite mean to…" Though he'd intended to smear his chest, he hadn't meant to get it on his face. Richard managed a tired smile of understanding, but still made no move to clean himself. Hank took charge. Leaning across the bed, he plucked a few tissues and wiped his cheek and neck. The rest they'd need a shower to clear, but that could wait a few minutes until they'd caught their breaths. Richard was certainly in no hurry to move as he pawed at his arm. Hank followed the gentle urging and leaned down, greedily kissing his waiting lips and settling beside him.