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Wylie was sitting in his still near bare apartment, on the floor, cradling his guitar in his lap. He'd been fiddling with it for most of the afternoon. There wasn't much else to do when you were him, especially since his goal in life mostly consisted of... nothing. He had all he needed and he was pretty easy to please. In fact, he was more than happy to just deal with what was going on around him.

Granted, things were changing rapidly and now that he and Johnny had decided that they were official, there was a certain feeling on pressure placed on him. Johnny would deny that it was there and maybe he didn't feel it like Wylie did, but there was something in it for him that made him nervous. He'd agreed though and not out of peer pressure. He wanted to be with Johnny and he was willing to deal with all that was in his life. Not that Alice was at all a problem. The little girl had been the catalyst, in fact. 

For now, sitting on the floor, eyes closed and music mindlessly filling the space was good enough for him. Life sometimes should feel simple and now, briefly, it felt that way.

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The Talk with Alice had to be one of the most awkward things Johnny had had to do. It also seemed to take most of the day and she was gone back to her mom's quicker than he was ready for. He'd wanted to spend another night with her to make sure that she was actually as okay with it as she'd seemed. There were random questions thrown at him during another viewing of Alice In Wonderland, and he knew her mom would cop some more once she was home. It was why he'd at least given his ex a heads up over the phone. They had always agreed that if anything effected Alice they would at least tackle it together.

Now he was standing outside Wylie's door and rubbing the back of his neck after he'd knocked on the door. He could hear the strains of music, and he was going to give his boyfriend another couple moments before he began to bang on the door a little more loudly.

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Wylie heard the knock and with a couple more notes he called out to whoever it was, "It's unlocked!" He was too comfortable where he was sitting feeling completely right with his world that he didn't want to take the time to get up. He started off playing nothing of importance and then moved on to playing a series of songs by The Beatles, never actually finishing a song because he didn't have the attention span for that. Musical vomit was about the best he could describe it as.

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Johnny opened the door, slipping inside Wylie's apartment. The musicality of his boyfriend had been hinted at, but Johnny had never asked him outright. Now he had proof that he really was a talented musician. Johnny didn't have a musical bone in his body, and he knew for a fact he sung off key. That didn't stop him when he was drunk though, and karaoke always seemed like a plan. Until the stripping started and he got distracted.

He smirked faintly as he watched. "Always knew you were good with your fingers for a reason."

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He glanced up at him briefly and smirked. It must have been a strange sight; Wylie, sitting crosslegged on the floor, guitar in his lap, mohawk undone so his hair was just loose and swept back from his face, though one lock demanded to be in his eyes. It was a very raw picture of the man he was, stripped bare of the usual façade. He shrugged at the comment and didn't look up as he finally dedicated to playing a song by Dave Matthews Band. "I play piano, too," he admitted, "I just don't have a piano to play on. Have a seat somewhere." He was in a kind of zone at the moment. If Johnny wanted to talk, he would, but he'd have to start it.

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Johnny toed out of his shoes so that he padded over to Wylie in his socks and dropped down in front of him. He sat crosslegged as well, running his fingers through his hair as he just listened and watched Wylie for a long moment. After a moment he tilted his head. "I think your sex appeal shot up by about ten points. Alice is back with her mom. We had the Talk. She's... well, she understands. I think she's even happy about it. I think I'll be getting more phone calls about it yet, though."

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Wylie only quickly glanced up at him as he sat down, but then had his eyes back on where his fingers were on the neck of the guitar. He listened and snorted at Johnny's first comment about his sex appeal. Wylie never understood the sex appeal in instruments. It took a lot of time and effort to learn something and then they still were the type to keep practicing. Not to mention that everyone and their mother played something at one point or another. It wasn't rare, is all he figured.

The rest though made him glance up again and nod, but he didn't stop playing. "She understands?" he asked, hoping to maybe get more information about that. "And her mom knows... so?"

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Johnny nodded as he rolled his shoulders, realising that he more than tended to slump when he sat on the floor. His posture was shocking. "She listened, had questions about how it worked with two boys. I went into it as much as I could without getting too... detailed. I'm really not ready to give her a talk over gay sex. But I told her that daddy liked girls and boys, and that you were more than my friend. You were my boyfriend." He rubbed his fingers against his forehead before he met Wylie's gaze again. "So, there's no needing to hide things from her. I know we shouldn't get too intimate with her around. Besides what we did last night, but if you wanted, you could stay the night. I did talk to Anna. My ex. She's okay with it too, although obviously at this point her concern is with Alice and her welfare. I tried to assure her that you were great, that you weren't any kind of danger to our daughter."

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Wylie listened and nodded every once in a while, paying more outward attention to the guitar than Johnny, but his mind was focused solely on the discussion. He figured it was good that Alice had taken it mostly okay, or as much as a kid could. It was enough for now. He was a little relieved to hear that the ex was being reassured about Wylie so that he wouldn't have an angry mother at his door trying to beat the crap out of him for being creepy or some other nonsense.

He had this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something about all of this making it official. It made his legs jittery and the desire to jog or move or do anything other than just sit was almost unbearable. He didn't want to make Johnny nervous, but Wylie was feeling antsy and anxious. He didn't show it. "Sounds like you have it all handled," he replied finally, changing to a new song, though this was less a song and more whatever the hell he felt like playing.

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Johnny's eyebrows drew together as he tried to work out what that was supposed to mean. Last night it had seemed like talking to Alice was important to Wylie, that this was what was needed to make their next step mean something. Going official, admitting that they were together and letting Wylie into the side of his life that he shared with his daughter had certainly been meaningful to Johnny.

All he could do was nod and after a moment he cleared his throat. "Yeah, I guess I do. Figured I just needed to get all the bases covered and not just the one with Alice. If we're going to do this, might as well do it properly right?"

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He nodes in agreement and looked up at him and smiled. There was still a feeling about this whole thing that had him uneasy. He knew he was the kind of guy that would ruin a person's life. He'd done it before and he would probably do it again. This time, there was Alice to think of and that was going to make this that much harder on all of them. Johnny was studying Wylie and he looked down, shutting his eyes while he played the cords, nimble and practiced fingers moving by pure muscle memory. Maybe the feeling would pass. "I'm glad it went well, Jona."

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Johnny tried to look away, or at least stop studying Wylie. There was no rush with their relationship. Nothing had to be instantly sorted and falling into a rhythm. Going with the flow didn't mean that things would always be smooth, but he supposed he was expecting to at least have a little more idea of what was going through Wylie's mind. His gaze flicked down to Wylie's fingers on the guitar, watching them work the strings. "Me too. My kid's pretty damn cool. All she really cared about was that I was happy, and that you'd still give her a mohawk."

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That last bit made a chuckle sneak up on Wylie. He nodded and looked up, shrugging, "I'm good on my promises," he replied. That was mostly true. Well, he wasn't about to break a promise to a little girl, at least. He looked back down, still playing idly, not really thinking about what he was doing and none of it being familiar to anything in particular. He took a deep breath and settled himself. He wasn't usually so quiet in front of people and it may have been making Jona uncomfortable, but Wylie had his moments where he needed a moment to meditate, in a way. Playing an instrument was one of those things and he didn't mind Johnny being there and watching, he just wasn't at the place yet where he could fully focus on him.

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Johnny got the hint, the chuckle that had escaped Wylie letting him relax just a little. Truth was he'd never dated a musician so he wasn't even sure if this was maybe his workshopping time to create some amazing original song that would launch him into the big time. He just let his eyes go unfocused as he listened, pushing back a sudden urge his brain had to dissect every single moment they'd shared up to this point to see if maybe he'd inadvertently done something to piss Wylie off. This wasn't silent treatment. It was just Wylie doing something more important and Johnny could roll with that.

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Wylie definitely wasn't looking for fame. He'd started to play long ago when hew as searching for calm. There wasn't anything more to it than that. He sighed and kept playing, not looking up, but letting the two of them fall into silence. It didn't take much longer before he slow, stopping his focus on it so intently. He kept playing, but not more than just for his own inability to stay still most times. "So," he said finally, "sorry, I hadn't been expecting you and was in a... zone? I guess..." he trailed off.

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Johnny held his hands up as he smirked a little. "Hey, don't explain. It's cool, I get it. I should have called first, but I was just a little pumped from having had all the talks and conversations and feeling like the loose threads were sorted. That we were ready for whatever was next. Stay in the zone if you need to. It's cool. I can just leave?"

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Johnny rambled at him a little and Wylie watched with a quirked brow, waiting for him to reach the conclusion that he was going to come to, whatever that may be. Yes, Wylie was still worried and anxious and he wanted to run, but he wouldn't and he wasn't. Not now. He shook his head, "You don't have to go." He wasn't going to explain it further. Not everyone understood the music thing and he couldn't explain it well, so it was what it was. He was sitting on the floor, for God's sake. "And I'm glad things are sorted," he says that a little more cautiously.

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Johnny rubbed his hands over his face to try and snap himself out of rambling mode. Sometimes he felt like an idiot when he knew his mouth was just running off for no apparent reason. He sighed, and rest his head in his hand as he braced his elbow against his knee. "Okay, and good." His brow furrowed as he watched Wylie for another moment. "It's okay to be having cold feet. If you are."

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Wylie set his jaw and stared confidently back at Johnny. He wasn't sure what was happening in his head and Wylie didn't play games. He wasn't willing to try and guess what was happening. Instead, he stopped fiddling with his guitar, his face solemn, but intense as he watched Johnny. "What's going on in your head?" he asked, his voice low. "I'm not gonna guess."

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Johnny raised his eyebrows not sure whether to be amused or not that Wylie was concerned with what was on Johnny's mind. He ran his tongue over his lips and sat up straighter. "I don't know. I guess... I don't know. Talking to Alice, talking to my ex, it just made it seem all the more official. That it wasn't such a bad thing any more to want to be out with you in public, or to take you on dates. Don't even ask me what dates I was going to take you on. It's not like with two guys it's the same as taking out a chick. Different ball game. And I guess... I guess I feel like I've got permission now to fall for you."

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Wylie didn't say anything. He just listened. He agreed with all of it. He could understand it at least... that is until those last three words left him.

Fall. For. You.

He didn't shift, he didn't tense, he didn't respond, he just sat there, unsure of himself and unsure of whether he was ready to hear that at all. Yes, official was one thing, but that? That was dangerous territory and Wylie had long stayed away from it. Deflect. That's what he'd do.

Setting down the guitar, Wylie moved towards him, straddling Johnny's lap, his hands sifting into his hair and tugging lightly so he was looking up at him. Silently, Wylie pressed his lips to his before pulling back and looking down at him. "We're not talking about that now," he said softly, but with a certainty that would stop the conversation.

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Johnny's hands automatically moved to rest against Wylie's legs, fingers idly brushing against the denim of his jeans. He also felt his shoulders slump and a sigh rush out before he could stop it even as he looked up at Wylie. He could only guess the words that had the younger man wanting to end the conversation, but Johnny wanted to be honest. He wasn't saying that he was falling for Wylie. Just that he could, that there felt like there was nothing stopping him from doing so.

He felt an urge to just drop his head against Wylie's shoulder but he maintained the eye contact and managed to muster a crooked smile. "And you think I'm bad with getting distracted by sex." He wasn't accusing Wylie of ending the conversation, he wasn't even going to argue. He figured Wylie just had his reasons for needing the conversation to change direction.

yes, this is his version of distraction

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He didn't know if the next grin he gave Johnny was convincing. All he knew was that he needed to get past this conversation and he needed to do it quickly. He wasn't willing to talk about it. He wasn't willing to go near it. He wanted to pretend it hadn't happened and Johnny with all his honesty had made it feel strange for him, even if it was only Wylie feeling it. Somehow, it wasn't just suddenly distraction by sex, but almost an apology. He was sorry for something... he wasn't sure yet what it was, but he knew he'd be guilty and he needed to make it up to him before it even happened.

"Not distracted," he admitted, kissing him again, "solidifying the current state of our relationship." He lied. Maybe. He wasn't sure. All he knew is that he had a strong desire to take the time to be close to him. He leaned in and kissed his neck, following a path up to his ear and whispered, "dominate me. I want you to top me over and over."

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Johnny was about ready to give up trying to figure out Wylie in that moment, and his whispered request had all the blood rushing south instantly. Johnny was still a man, and he was egotistical enough to let something like that have an effect on him. He returned the kiss before his hands gripped Wylie's thighs tighter and he had his lover on the floor with him hovering over him as he rocked his hips forcefully, dry humping him.

"Are we talking getting a little rough here?" Johnny asked, at least trying to establish the boundaries of what it was that Wylie really wanted here.

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The sudden change in position and then rough humping surprised him. He hadn't realized it would work so quickly, but the second it did happen, it stopped being a distraction and suddenly Wylie really wanted him to do just that. Wylie groaned against his motions, raising his hips in time.

"I can take it if you want to give it," he said simply. Wylie was no stranger to truly rough sex. "All I know, is I want you to fuck me today. I don't want to top at all." Even talking about it had him getting hard, his cock steadily stiffening in his jeans.

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Johnny just knew that he wasn't actually ready to give up trying to talk to Wylie, but he did know when it was going to be pointless. If Wylie didn't want to talk about it, then he would clam up and Johnny wasn't in the mood for forcing words out of him. Apparently he was in the mood for forcing something else though.

He arched his eyebrow and rocked back up onto his knees as he started to undo his fly. "Roll over, push your pants down." Johnny was normally caring, affectionate. He couldn't help it, it was who he was inherently. But he could do rough and had done rough. He could be a prick about it, and if this is what Wylie needed him to be right then... so be it. "I'm gonna leave you with marks, babe. Really make you fucking feel it."

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Something about watching Johnny give in to the demands of what he wanted was a crazy turn on. Yes, it was a wonderful distraction from having to talk, but they both knew that if Wylie wanted it dropped, it would drop. He wasn't going to talk about things he wasn't ready for. His request, more of a command, had Wylie licking his lips. He reacted quickly, getting his pants down, but not bothering to get them completely off, just sliding them down to expose his ass. He let out a groan and looked over his shoulder at Johnny. "Mark me," he begged, meaning that more than he knew. Meaning it in more than just physically. Johnny had already marked him. He'd taken him as his own. They were each other's whether he wanted to admit to falling or not.

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There was a turn on inherent in seeing Wylie submissive, in having him actually beg Johnny to be fucked. As far as he was concerned it was healthy. He didn't like being a constant top just like he didn't like being a constant bottom. Being flexible, being able to roll with the moment was something Johnny thrived on.

And right now he was apparently going to be the aggressive top. He growled low in his throat as his gaze raked over Wylie's exposed ass, his hand wrapping around his hard length as he pumped it a couple times. He scooped up the precum with his thumb, his imagination already making sure he was primed up quickly. He spread it over his fingers before he leaned forward to swipe his tongue between the cheeks of Wylie's buttocks. He even bit down on the flesh, groaning as he pushed a finger into his tight opening. He wasn't so much of a bastard that he wouldn't stretch his lover out first. He reached around Wylie's torso, giving the other man's cock a sharp tug. "Better be ready for this, Wylie."

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Wylie, for a long time, only topped. Maybe it was part of getting his aggression out for having such a shit childhood, but after some time, he relaxed to the idea of receiving, too. He found that both had their benefits and he was more than willing to do both. Right now, for whatever reason, he wanted Johnny - and somewhere deep in his mind, he knew that he only wanted Johnny - to top him repeatedly.

He heard the groan, arching as he felt his tongue on him followed by a finger pressed into him. Wylie let out a whine of pleasure, his cock heavy between his legs now as he leaned forward on his elbows, forehead to the floor. When his hand tugged his cock, he let out a sharp cry of pain and pleasure. "I need you, lover," he pleaded, his mind now completely gone from the conversation they were having. All he knew is that his boyfriend was giving him undeniable pleasure and he was ready to beg for it.

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"I bet you do," Johnny breathed out as he covered Wylie's body with his. The tip of his cock nudged the other man's balls, his finger still working on pumping in and out of his anus before a second finger joined it. Johnny shuddered with the anticipation of soon being able to pound into Wylie, but for now he kissed at his neck before his teeth grazed over his shoulder and then he bit down.

He pulled on Wylie's cock again before pumping his fist around it, squeezing the tip before sliding his fingers along the shaft repeatedly in time with the motion of his fingers in his ass. He was teasing him, working him up before he abandoned Wylie's cock and was raised on his knees again so that he could watch as he pushed his cock into that tight opening; fingers holding his cheeks apart. "This is why you're so fucking tight, isn't it? You don't like being dominated, but you let me dominate you, don't you? Let me fuck you hard into the floor..." Johnny let out another groan as he took a moment to strip off his t-shirt, leaving him in his jeans bunched around his thighs and his boots. He gripped at Wylie's hips, steadying him as he worked on slowly pulling out almost to the tip before slamming home, jarring his hips right up against Wylie's ass.

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He arched when Johnny bit down, feeling heat rush to the skin, soothing the mark he'd certainly leave there. He was nearly a shuddering mess as he roughly tugged his cock and forced his fingers into his anus repeatedly. Wylie whined and arched, willing himself to take it. He could feel Johnny's cock nudging his balls and he felt a shiver run up his spine. It wasn't too long after that he was pulling back, hand holding him open as his cock pressed into him. He taunted him. Wylie nodded and hissed in pleasure, "Yes, fuck... yes," he purred.

Johnny held himself for a second before pulling out nearly all the way, his hands having a bruising grip on his hips. The next motion made him flinch, his body shifting with the force and he cried out. "Jona!" he called, moaning his name again, his thick shaft stretching him even more. This position was perfect for what he wanted. Wylie would have reached down and fisted his own cock, but he didn't want to. He wanted Johnny to be in full control. Instead he fisted his hands by his head and arched, opening himself up for his lover.

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Johnny slapped an open palm against Wylie's ass as he pulled out nearly all the way again, leaving yet another mark on his lover before he really started to find a fast and hard rhythm. His balls slapped against Wylie's ass, and his cock continued to press deep inside him on each thrust. One hand stayed firmly gripped on Wylie's hand as the other roamed his back, and up to his shoulder, fingers digging in so he could brace himself and really slam home. "You like that, Wylie? Is this what you wanted, lover?"

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Wylie jolted when he smacked him, feeling the simultaneous pull from his cock until he was drilling back into him. He could feel his balls swing against him, the overload of sensations making his eyes roll back in his head. When he anchored himself with a hold of his shoulder, he let out a groan, arching dramatically and offering himself up to his boyfriend. "Jona..." he whimpered, his body on overload. He was slamming against the precious spot deep inside him and even without touching his cock, he could feel the pleasure radiating through him. "Fuck me... harder... fuck!"

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Johnny paused, repositioning himself, but still using Wylie's shoulder as an anchor and his hips really started to piston into him. Under normal circumstances he would help his boyfriend out, fist his cock and bring him to completion but not now. Now it was just about fucking him and having him beg. He clenched his teeth with the effort, letting out another low growl. "Take it, Wylie... Fuck... Take my big dick. You like it? You like having it pushed into you? So tight, babe... so fucking tight around my big dick."

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Wylie leaned on one arm as Johnny shifted before pounding harder into him. Reaching back, Wylie spread his buttocks for him, arched and vulnerable. His own cock throbbed, but he was too far gone with the feeling of Jona's dick filling him over and over and over again. Setting his jaw, Wylie groaned loudly through clenched teeth. "I fucking love it. I love your thick cock... so deep. Give it to me. Fucking use me. Damn, fucker..." words poured from his mouth, dirty, filthy talk. They'd fucked, definitely, but this? This they hadn't done. This was hot.

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Johnny was just as lost, the pleasure and sheer power he felt from being in this position was overloading him, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. "That's it, fucking open your ass for me. You fucking should... Christ, you should see my thick cock pushing in and out of you, stretching that little tight ass. I'm gonna fill you even more when I come... You're gonna fucking feel it spill deep inside you." He gave Wylie's ass another slap before he pushed his hand up under his shirt, letting his short nails scrape over his skin. "You hurting yet?"

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Wylie whined, a high pitched sound this time. He was being fucked raw and when he asked if he was hurting, he gave a weak nod, but only because he didn't want him to stop. Not yet. Not when Jona was promising to come deep inside him. He held himself open, feeling his lover's cock slam repeatedly into the sweet spot, his cock throbbing and ready to explode. "Fill me with your cum... oh fuck, please! I need to come. You feel so good. Keep fucking me... never stop. Fuck me hard. Take me."

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The whining just sent a shudder right through Johnny that made his cock pulse. He wasn't going to last much longer, not at this rate and not with Wylie begging him so beautifully. He managed another couple thrusts before he once again covered Wylie's body with his, hips bucking against his ass as he let out a low groan and spilled his load deep inside his lover.

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All too soon, Johnny had covered his body with his own, the groan he emitted resonating through Wylie as he unloaded deep inside him. With his body open to him, he let out a gasp. Wylie's cock was painfully hard still, but he was unwilling to do anything about it. He wanted Jona to take over everything. That feeling of being out of control filling and radiating out from where they were joined. "Please..." he begged, forehead to the floor, "make me come."

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Johnny tugged at Wylie's shirt to expose the skin on the back of his neck, licking at it before he bit down, simultaneously to the moment he finally wrapped his other hand around Wylie's cock and started to pump it hard and fast, his grip firm.

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Wylie cried out again and shuddered, feeling the pleasure immediately creeping up his spine. He was running on high alert and his body was about to give in. He rocked his hips into his lover's hand. He didn't waste time or bother being gentle - that obviously wasn't the point. Wylie shut his eyes, still leaning forward. "Oh fuck... almost," he pleaded.

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"Come for me, Wylie," Johnny purred against his ear. His hand still fisted his cock, working it as he stayed buried to his hilt. He hadn't had a chance yet to withdraw, and he wasn't going to until he felt his ass clench tight around him. "C'mon, babe. Let me feel you come. Give in..."

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"Ahhh..." with that, Wylie came all over the floor. Strong bursts and uncontrollable spasms as his lover whispered in his ear, begging for it. His ass tightened around the cock that was still buried in him and he throbbed, body shuddering almost violently. "Jona..." he whined his name.

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Johnny did pull out as soon as he felt Wylie's body relax and the spasms slowed down. He gently eased him onto his side, leaning over him as he captured his mouth in a heated kiss.

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Wylie gave easily to Johnny's direction to lay on his side. He kissed him back just as heatedly, a lazy moan leaving him. Reaching for him, he tugged him so he was lying beside him, arms around his boyfriend, almost weakly from how intense they'd just fucked. "Jona," he whispered his name against his lips softly.

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"Mm?" Johnny felt like he was lost in a daze, the come down after the orgasm threatening to swallow him whole. Having Wylie's body beside him though reminded him that he'd only just got here. It wasn't time for sleep, or for passing out. He smirked faintly, his arm wrapping possessively around his boyfriend.

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He curled in against him, weakly and dazed just as he was. He couldn't remember why he'd said his lover's name. Hell, he was lucky he remembered that he'd said it. Nuzzling in against him, ignoring that the floor was no place to cuddle, he let his eyes close and hummed his appreciation. He owed Johnny. That was for sure... though somewhere in his head he remembered what the change in topic had been and why. He wasn't sure if he'd make it back.

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Johnny stroked his fingers through Wylie's hair, relieved that there was no gel in the soft strands. And they were soft, much to his surprise. He kissed the top of his head and just fell quiet. There was no way he was getting up. No way he was moving off this floor. He was suddenly incredibly scared that his own stupidity in being honest would mean that Wylie wouldn't come back to him, let alone the conversation. He tried to push his fears away. After what had just happened, it seemed like a ludicrous assumption. Their relationship did work despite the lack of communication at the moment.

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Wylie wasn't about to say anything and break up the moment. He was coming back to himself, his mind rebooting after that round. He remembered what he'd done that for, why he'd distracted him and he knew that it was the worst way to deal with his concerns for where their relationship was going. Wylie was long finished with long, meaningful discussions with people. They rarely got him anywhere. He did better with short, meaningless nights.

What had he gotten himself into?