[Saahs]

Tyren opened his mouth to snap back, but that was taken only as an invitation for Eimr to slip his tongue into his mouth and kiss him hard. With his one hand still pinned to the wall, Tyren was left to desperately grip at Eimr with only one. That hand was still teasing, rubbing circles just on the edge of his cock. At least, it was until it reached to pull Tyren’s free hand away and pin his other wrist to the wall as well. It took all his willpower to not whine loudly in protest.

[Saahs]

And then Eimr’s bare cock was against his groin, a soft thrusting motion pressing them closer together rhythmically. With heavier and heavier breaths, Tyren humped against Eimr, fingers curling tight enough to dig his nails hard into his palms. “Eimr,” he gasped, “Gods, shit…”

Eimr drew close to Tyren’s ear, gently breathing hot air against the sensitive skin. “What do you want me to do to you again?” he whispered, bowing his head to suck at Tyren’s neck.

[Saahs]

“First I want you to pull these godsdamn pants down,” he demanded, only just managing to sound more in charge of the situation than he really was. “And then--”

His words melted into a whine as Eimr thrust hard against him. “One thing at a time,” was breathed against the crook of his neck while he was left keening. His grasp on Tyren’s wrists loosened, but they remained against the wall even as those hands lowered to play with the buttons of Tyren’s pants.

[Saahs]

Eimr took his precious time undoing one button, then the other, then the last. He pulled the flaps open to let the bulge in Tyren’s underwear breathe. He took in a sharp breath at the sudden chill air gracing him. The trousers were tugged down enough that his ass was in the open as well, but Eimr didn’t go further, instead looking up at him coyly. “Now… what do you want me to do with you next?” He was close enough that Tyren could feel his breath on his cock, but far, far too far away.

[Saahs]

“I…” Fuck, he was warm. His heart was racing and his cock was being touched way too little. “I want you to… pull these down too.” He only lowered a hand so he could gesture to his undergarments.

He watched Eimr impatiently as the other obliged with a smirk, pressing his face close to his groin as he reached around and tugged the fabric down from behind. “And…” The two met eyes again. “Now what?”

Tyren stared him down for a moment. “Now fuck me,” he growled. “I don’t care how you do it. I don’t care where you put me. I want my ass filled by you.”

[Saahs]

Eimr rose to his feet slowly, the whole while not breaking eye contact. He pulled Tyren up against him, and with his free hand fished out a glass bottle. After pouring some of its contents into one hand and pocketing the bottle again, he covered his fingers with the stuff, then snaked them down between Tyren’s cheeks. “I’ve always liked your ass,” he murmured against Tyren’s lips.

“Oh, well good for y--” Tyren’s words fell apart as Eimr’s fingers ran over his entrance, instead devolving into a quivering moan.

[Saahs]

The man hummed in satisfaction as he circled Tyren’s entrance a few times, pressing against the hole. “Troubles, Tyren?” he teased, pushing the tip of his finger finger in so all Tyren could do in response was whimper. “Don’t get us caught with all that moanin’, now.”

“Don’t get me pissed enough to bite your nose off.” Tyren glowered at Eimr, but his threat was empty, even more so as that finger penetrated deeper into his ass. “Nnh… ahh…”

[Saahs]

A thoughtful hum escaped Eimr. “Doesn’t sound like you’ll do that,” he observed before hefting Tyren up partially and pinning him against the wall, lifting him up enough to more easily finger him.

Tyren loped his arms around Eimr’s neck, the opening of his sweater slipped far off his shoulders, leaving his nipples just a hair exposed. Eimr’s finger pumped in and out of him, each pump in drawing a sound out of Tyren that he struggled to muffle against Eimr’s shoulder. When a second finger began to press against him, he bit down on his lower lip just to keep from crying out in pleasure. Come the third finger slipping in, the only sound he could even make was a weak keen.

[Saahs]

The entire time Eimr stretched his entrance was harrowing. It was nothing like Tyren had imagined getting fingered to feel like; a part of him didn’t want Eimr to stop even when he was ready. A whine dragged out of his lips as Eimr slipped out of him, and he looked up at him. He’d be embarrassed about how pleading he was later. Right now he just wanted something inside of him again. “Now…?”

With less than an inch between the two, Eimr guided Tyren towards a series of large crates. He kept his lips close to Tyren’s flesh as he turned him around to face the crate they were now right next to. “Bend over,” he ordered under his breath.

[Saahs]

With a trembling inhale, Tyren obeyed and bent his upper half down until his bare chest was pushed against the cool, damp wood. Even with his nipples mostly covered, the cold contact left them aroused, and the cold air on his cock and prepped entrance was torture. As best he could, he looked over his shoulder to watch Eimr with an impatient huff. With things not moving as fast as he wanted, he arched his back so his ass stuck out even more.

[Saahs]

Eimr took out the bottle again, pouring a line of lube up his shaft and rubbing it over himself. He loomed over Tyren as he positioned himself, the tip of his head nudging against his hole just enough to make him hold his breath. “Are you ready?”

“Been ready for the last ten godsdamn minutes,” Tyren muttered. “Fuck. Me.”

Eimr grazed his lips over Tyren’s ear as he whispered, “As you wish.” Slowly, he pushed into Tyren. The deeper he penetrated, the more heated the sounds coming out of Tyren’s lips became. A hand reached around to cover his mouth, Eimr quietly shushing him as he started to thrust gently.

[Saahs]

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Eimr breathed into his ear. “How long have you wanted me?”

The only way Tyren could answer that was to whimper pathetically and crane his neck to get as close to Eimr’s lips as he could. The thrusts were picking up, pushing in deeper and faster. If it weren’t for the hand pressed over his mouth, Tyren would have been spilling out plea after plea for more. Please, gods, don’t stop, don’t slow down.

[Saahs]

Tyren thrust his cock in and out of Eimr’s hand in rhythm with the cock thrusting in his ass, harder and harder, until Eimr was breathing just as heavily as he was, every other exhale accompanied by a deep moan or sigh. Until he was burying his face into the crook of Tyren’s shoulder to muffle his pleasured cry. He could feel Eimr cum inside of him; the sensation was strange but pleasant, and drove Tyren over the edge. His hands shot back to grasp at whatever part of Eimr he could reach and he gasped and keened into the other's hand as his head began to buzz and swim from the orgasm. Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, dribbling down Eimr’s fingers.

[Saahs]

The pair’s thrusting slowed down to a halt, leaving them breathing heavily and shaking against one another. Carefully, once the both of them were in less of a haze, Eimr pulled out and helped Tyren turn back around. He didn’t need a mirror to know how unfocused he must have looked, his mouth slightly open as he gasped for air and let his head loll to the side. He gazed up at Eimr, lust mixing in with something he didn’t feel like putting a finger on right now.

[Saahs]

Eimr was clearly coming to his senses faster than he was, as there was already a smile creeping onto his features, and he was lucid enough to be fishing around in his pockets for something. “As promised,” he hummed, taking Tyren’s hand and curling his fingers for him over whatever it was he’d just procured.

“Wha…” Tyren absently looked down at his hand. Resting in his palm was a small, lightweight package; the familiar design on its front told him exactly what was inside. He’d completely forgotten he’d agreed he would have sex with Eimr for drugs. Well. Guess it was obvious now what he’d really agreed for. “... Oh,” he mumbled as he pulled his underwear and trousers mostly back up. They were left unbuttoned even after he’d shoved the baggie of drugs into a pocket.