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If Warren wants him to stop, he's going to have to tell him explicitly. Wylie sees no reason to stop when he can get him off like this. He wants to make sure the experience is a good one after all, right? And who says this has to be the end of it. There could always be more, he thinks. It also helps Wylie resolve to continuing because he really likes sucking him off, tasting him and taking him down.

No, he doesn't want him to stop. Absolutely not. Not when it feels that damned good, and not when he's getting so close.

He gradually tenses, his breathing coming in deeper and at times somewhat shuddering. Almost. He's so close, and the fact that another man is doing this to him isn't even in his mind.

Then it's there and he tenses enough to arch off the bed slightly, his breath stuck in his throat for a moment before finally coming out in a drawn-out moan.

Perfect. Hearing him moan and arch and pulse in his mouth. Absolutely perfect. Wylie is very proud despite having no reason to feel that way. He just really wanted to make the guy feel good.

He pulls back from him and smiles, wiping his mouth before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his hip.

For a moment Warren let himself to simply just be, feeling boneless and enjoying the little aftershocks that ran through him. Cracking an eye open, he looked down at Wylie. "You look seriously pleased with yourself," he said, his voice sounding somewhat dazed. "C'mere." He reached to pull up up, pull him in to kiss him lazily and deeply. He could taste himself on his tongue. That actually wasn't unusual. He had never refused a woman a kiss after a blowjob, and he wasn't going to refuse Wylie either.

"I am seriously pleased with myself," he parrots back to him before moving up his body and laying down along side him. The kiss is deep and feels good to have that connection. Wylie rather likes kissing this guy. A lot, actually.

It's nice, all relaxed in an after sex kind of way. Still, with Wylie's erection pressed against his hip, Warren thinks that they aren't done yet. He knows that he's not obligated to do anything, but it really wouldn't feel right to leave the guy like this.

With them laying on their sides, he slides his hand down Wylie's back, forward over his hip and down between them to grip him, still kissing him.

The kissing is nice and if given enough time, Wylie could come down from that high arousal, but it seems Warren has another idea. He slides his hand over damp skin and grips him, prompting a needy moan from Wylie muffled by Warren's mouth. His hips rock forward into his hand.

He smiles into that kiss. Seems that has the desired effect.

His fingers slide over the hard length, light and exploring for a moment before taking a firmer grip. His thumbs slides over teh tip, smearing out the precum beading there, his hand starting to movein firm, steady strokes.

This whole moment seems surreal. He groans, shivering as his thumb grazes across the tip. It's always particularly sensitive and the way he's seemingly exploring it is intoxicating in it's own right. The firmer strokes then provide even more pleasure and warrant a couple more moans from him.

With his mind less sex-hazy, Warren has come to the conclusion that he won't be returning the favor by going down on the guy. That's not something he feels like experimenting with tonight. But this seems to be good too, so...

Moving slowly he rolls Wylie over onto his back, leaning over as he continues to stroke him, lips moving from his mouth down his jaw to his neck.

Wylie isn't complaining. Warren could decide he's done right now and Wylie would be okay with it. He's not about to force a guy into anything and it doesn't seem right to hold a grudge when Wylie's the one who decided oral was what he wanted to do.

Besides, it's not like Warren's doing a bad job. The opposite really. It's pretty easy with Wylie to pick up what feels best because he makes a lot of noise about it. Groaning softly as he stretches out below him, head arched back, hips rolling upwards.

It's easy to follow along when the hints are so obvious. That's good. even more so now when things are so new. So he continues, both adjusting to the signals Wylie gives him and doing some experimenting on his own. And with Wylie's head thrown back like that, he won't miss the opportunity to nip and kiss at his throat.

Wylie isn't far now. Not with the subtle exploring and experimenting. He's about to lose his mind here and when he knows he's getting close enough where he knows he should let him know, just in case for some reason that's where Warren wants to draw the line. Maybe some other guys semen will freak him out.

"Almost... I'm close," he groans.

There won't be neither stopping or freaking out.

"Come on, then," he murmurs, continuing exactly what he's doing. Tangling his free hand in Wylie's hair he turns his face towards him, kissing him deeply.

That's very encouraging. Warren continues that same pace and Wylie groans, bucking his hips as he comes in his hand only seconds later. He shudders, feeling it rush through him in waves.

He continues to stroke him through his orgasm. Once he feels him relax he stops and lets go, letting his now rather messy hand rest on the man's abdomen.

Making him come had honestly been a turn-on, and unless the guy suddenly decides to go home, Warren has a feeling sleep is still along way off.

His mind is blank for a good thirty seconds before he realizes he should do something other than lay there and pant. He opens his eyes and looks up at him, smiling.

"Damn good, Batman," he grins, feeling all loose and comfy. "You're kind of a mess, now, though." Wylie likes a mess. He's a fan of messy, sweaty, sticky sex.

"Yeah, so?" It's just his hand. Honestly, Wylie is more of a mess since most of the come had ended up on his belly. Sex is in it's own messy, and really nothing to worry about. They can go wash up in a bit, but for now Warren is content to just lay there and relax.

"Nothing," he shrugs, getting an arm around his waist and tugging him to lay with him. "Messy is a good thing." He leans in and nuzzles against Warren's cheek, getting his arms around him.

So the guy is a cuddler? Somehow Warren isn't surprised by that. After a little bit of shifting around he has his arms around Wylie as well, one serving as a pillow for the guy. While often aloof, Warren is more touchy-feely once you've gotten to know him. He can't say that Wylie has gotten to know him yet, but he's gotten close enough that some after sex cuddling feels completely natural.

Of course he's a cuddler! That should surprise no one ever. Warren seems okay with it, though since he gets his arms around him. Wylie has a tendency of connecting with people through touch. It's partially why he likes sex so much, but that's only one entity of it. Any excuse to dance or hug or hold hands is good enough for him.

Wylie wedges himself in against his side and gets comfy rested against his arm.

It's nice to just rest a while, though Warren has no thoughts on actually sleeping yet. Not only is he somewhat nocturnal because of his job and this really is way early for him, it would be a shame to waste the company. He has to admit that he sometimes misses having someone to share his bed with. Not just because of sex, but rather for the closeness of it.

People simply don't touch each other enough.

Relaxed but wide awake, he lets his fingers trace invisible patterns on the middle of Wylie's back.

Wylie has no set sleep pattern. He always thinks that someday he'll have to grow up and sleep like a normal human, but at this point, nothing is going to change. Instead of worrying about that now, he enjoys the affectionate and sort of mindless touches.

"Can I ask you something?" he says.

"Hnn?" His fingers stop at that. Not for any particular reason, they just do, the pads of his fingertips resting lightly on Wylie's back. "Sure."

Wylie presses his face into Warren's neck, nuzzling there softly. He murmurs, "You've never been with a guy." That's not the question. "Why did you decide to now?"