Mannies Incorporated by Michael, Sean (read this if txt) 📕

body. When Slayde's lips were spread around the base of his cock, he thought he might die.

"Fuck!" He grabbed Slayde's head and pushed in and out a few times before his balls emptied.

He felt Slayde swallowing, sucking, and pulling, drinking him down. Each swallow made him shudder, sweet aftershocks going through him.

"Mmm. Better?"

"Fucking incredible." He felt like butter melted on bread.

Slayde leaned against him for a minute, cheek on his belly. He petted Slayde's head, slowly catching his breath.

"You taste good."

He wasn't sure what to say to that. "You uh," he cleared his throat. "You needing?"

"I could use a hand, if you're up to it."

"I won't leave you hanging." He hadn't the other night, he wouldn't now.

"No, you're a solid guy." Slayde climbed up his body, kissing all the way.

Each touch of Slayde's lips sparked against Drake's skin and zinged through him. He was moaning by the time their mouths met again, his hand wrapping around the solid heat between Slayde's legs. He pushed the man's sweats down all the way, wanting to feel, to see. Groaning into their kiss, he found Slayde's balls and rolled them before grabbing the hard cock. It burned against his palm and his own prick jerked, trying to fill again.

He pushed one leg between Slayde's, nudging, offering Slayde some pressure. His free hand crept up along Slayde's belly and chest, pushing the T-shirt up as he went. Slayde's skin was so warm and those little titties were hard for him, begging for his touch when he got there. He pinched lightly and Slayde groaned, body arching. He flicked his fingers across them again, and tightened his hold on Slayde's prick, the sweet length hot against his palm.

"Yeah." Slayde nodded, braced himself on the headboard and drove into his touch.

"Hot," he muttered, their lips moving together as he spoke in a half-kiss. He could lose himself in Slayde's mouth, even though he'd just come.

"Uh-huh. Don't stop."

He snorted. He wasn't going to stop. He wasn't going to think about the fact that he'd totally outed himself to the nanny, and he wasn't going to stop. If he was really lucky, he could keep not thinking through Slayde's orgasms and more of the wonderful, sense-sucking kisses.

Slayde made the most amazing, soft noises, the sounds pushing into his lips. He could easily become as addicted to those as he was to Slayde's kisses.

He wanted to touch every inch of Slayde's body. He began to lose himself in the heat and scents as his hand worked Slayde's prick, the fingers of his other hand moving wherever he could reach. Slayde had a round, hard little butt, the bunched muscle hard in his hand.

He squeezed it, squeezed Slayde's prick, too. "Come on, Slayde. Want to fucking smell you."

"Jesus, you're amazing at this, for a straight man." Heat splashed over his fingers.

He groaned at the smell and it took a couple minutes for Slayde's words to sink in. "What?"

"Huh?"

He let go of Slayde's prick, confusion going through him. "What did you say?"

"That you're amazing."

"It was the part after that," he replied drily.

"I… Dude, I was coming. Coming and not using my own hand."

He shook his head. "Never mind." He must have heard wrong. Slayde knew he was gay now, right?

"Okay." Slayde blinked, looking confused, dazed.

This thinking and talking shit was for the birds. He pressed their lips back together again. This he could handle. In fact, he thought he could just kiss Slayde for days.

He rolled, putting Slayde beneath him, making sure their mouths stayed together. Oh, sweet fuck. Feel that. Slayde was pure sex, total heat. Drake's prick was coming back, big time. He didn't think, he just drove down, moved against Slayde. His prick slid on Slayde's belly, the feeling like magic.

Slayde moaned for him and it was like he could taste it. He rolled, rocked, moving on Slayde like he was fucking that sweet belly.

"Hot bastard."

He bit at Slayde's bottom lip. No talking. No talking, no thinking, just fucking. Oh. Fucking. His cock leapt. He could take that sweet, taut ass.

"You got stuff?" He had to ask. He had to know.

"Stuff. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes, I do."

"Get it."

"You're on top of me," Slayde pointed out.

He grunted. It figured Slayde would have all the details. He rolled off. "Get it," he repeated.

"Bossy butthead." Slayde chuckled, but slipped from the bed, over to unlock a wooden box.

He watched that tight little ass, admiring it. He heard things rattling, then a string of rubbers and a tube of slick landed on the bed.

"You've got a noisy box of stuff."

"It's my personal stuff."

"Hey, I didn't ask for a show and tell." He wasn't being nosy.

"I didn't…" Slayde sighed, rubbed his forehead, winced. "Look, I'm sorry."

"I don't think there should be apologies during sex." It kind of ruined the mood, didn't it? At the very least it made him start thinking again and he didn't think that was a good idea. He frowned, finally registering Slayde's wince. "Are your hands okay?"

"They're sore." Slayde came to him, sat. "I don't think there should be apologies during sex, either. Or deep discussions. Or lots of thought."

"Then we're on the same page." He cupped Slayde's cheek and tilted the man's head slightly, taking another kiss.

He eased Slayde down on the bed, careful of those hands, just keeping the kisses steady, needy. The mood didn't take that long to come back, his prick hardening back up as they kissed. God, the man was like a drug, and Drake didn't think it was because he was desperate. He'd gotten off now, this was just…pleasure and need and so very fucking good.

He spread Slayde's legs, settling between them and rocking.

"Have you done this before?"

Had he what? "Of course." He wasn't a fucking virgin.

"Oh. Cool." Slayde nuzzled his jaw, hips rolling a little faster.

"Have you?" Not everybody fucked, especially on one night stands and for all he knew, Slayde had never had anyone steady, just like he never had.

"Uh-huh. I've known what I liked for a long time."

"Like I haven't."