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"Hey," he says, leaning against the wall just outside the bar. It's late, so people aren't really filtering into the place anymore. Instead they've either made themselves comfortable inside or they've left for another place. Wylie, on the other hand, has nowhere to fucking go tonight, so he has no problem with hanging around and kind of looking over the sexy bouncer standing around and watching his post. Isn't that adorable.

"Long night or not bad?" he asks, just making conversation to start. Wylie wants a feel for the guy. He wants to <I>feel</I> the guy. Hah.

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Wylie writhes subtly under his touch, hips raising and flexing when his hands finally meet them. Another pulse of arousal at the close attention to detail. He breathes deep, looking up at him and simply waiting for whatever Warren wants to do next.

With how he's sitting and with how Wylie has his legs around his hips, their cocks are pressed ever so lightly together. It's too damn tempting to not do something with that. One hand stays in a light grip on his hips, but with the other he grips both hard shafts and presses them together, starting to slowly stroke.

Now that is a beautiful thing to see. With both of them hard, pressed together and now stroked together, Wylie bites his lip and watches. The visual alone has him leaking precum, and the sensation of heated, hard flesh is all the better.

"Fuck, that's good..." He says, wanting him to know.

Warren would have to agree. His eyes are dark and somewhat glazed over, holding a clear expression of lust. Getting an idea he picks up the bottle of lube, still keeping his grip on their cocks, still stroking. After having flipped open the cap on the bottle with his thumb, he pours a decent amount over them and shudders when hot and hard flesh becomes hot and hard and slippery, gliding and rubbing together. Yeah. Definitely good.

That added element of slick lube makes it all the better. Wylie flexes his hips and relaxes again, resting back at watching as Warren is so focussed on them pressed together. Good is not enough to describe how that feels. Wylie is finding it to be a favorite sensation of his now.

"Damn," he groans softly.

Experimenting really is turning out to be a lot of fun. The flexing of Wylie's hips adds a different rhythm and makes the hard shafts slide against each other in Warren's grip, drawing out a groan from him.

"How come you're sounding all surprised?" He flashes him a grin, his fingers squeezing tighter.

Wylie chuckles softly. Is surprise what he's showing?

"I left any expectations at the door and this is... I like the way you experiment," he says. It's not that he's never frotted with another guy before but it wasn't with a guy who hadn't done it. They usually know what rhythm they like. Warren gets to learn it all fresh and new. Wylie likes that. A lot.

The grin soften somewhat into a smile, looking down again. As good as this feels, he's starting to feel like there's been enough foreplay. Picking up the condom he tears open the packet with his teeth - his right hand is too damn slick with lube to be much use - and starts rolling it on.

Wylie is planning to commit that to memory, the way he tears it open with his teeth and rolls it on. It's all those visual cues that he loves the most and it makes him throb.

"Be kind," he says with a crooked grin, "it's been not so recent that I've been fucked."

He gives an affirmative sound to say that he understood. He has absolutely no plan on getting rough.

Lube is good, and plenty of it. He slides slick fingers down between Wylie's legs. Finding that tight ring of muscle he spends a moment just touching. Rubbing and massaging. Teasing. Until he carefully pushes a finger in.

Warren seems to understand and then proves that he indeed does. The gentle working over Wylie is slow and careful until he presses a single digit into him. Wylie tenses briefly and then relaxes more, exhaling a long sigh of contentment. It had been a while, which made this better.

It's not about somehow stretching him open. Just to make him relax. Just touching, one hand between his legs, the other stroking and touching wherever else he can reach. When he thinks Wylie is as relaxes as he can be, he slips the finger out and positions himself. He doesn't press forward yet, though, but searches out Wylie's eyes. A word or a shake of his head or just even a wince will make him stop.

Wylie is pretty decent at being relaxed when he needs to be and the soothing attention is helping. So when Warren decided to proceed, he's reading the moment right.

Wylie opens his eyes at looks at him, feeling him gently pressed there and waiting for the go ahead in some way. Wylie nods to him, arching and pressing down against him. He's very much ready for this.

Gently but firmly he presses forward, doesn't stress past the resistance. Once the head of his cock is past that ring of muscle it is much easier and soon he's in completely, his breath leaving him in one long exhale at the sensation of being fully sheathed inside the other man.

He pauses for a moment, just to feel that. Then he starts to slowly move.

Once that last but of resistence is conquered, Wylie exhales a breath he'd been holding. It feels fantastic even with Warren solid and unmoving inside him. The few moments of just that held so that as Warren begins I thrust, Wylie shivers with delight as that shiver runs up his spine.

A few more motions and Wylie groans, moving his hips with him to try and facilitate some of that thrusting. He looks up at him, sweat dewing on Wylie's skin, and softly smiles. "How's that feel, baby?" He asks.

Baby? When was the last time anyone called him that? Years ago. Ages ago.

He doesn't verbally reply, at least with nothing more than a groan. Instead he buries himself deep into Wylie as he leans forward, a hand cupping his face as he claims his lips in an intense kiss. It feels outright fantastic.

Leave it to Wylie to be heavy in the endearments. And then that groan and thrust is more than enough of an answer. The kiss adds to that and Wylie bucks a little harder against him, wanting a little more. He works to tilt his hips at the right angle so Warren will hit his prostate. That's what they need to aim for.

Wylie reaches between them, a few light strokes to his own cock.

He straightens back up onto his knees to better be able to watch the man. For now he's moving slowly, looking for clues and signs for what feels good. What angle? How deep? From what he learns his movements becomes surer.

Warren experiments and when he finds an angle, Wylie can't help the sounds he makes, encouraging more of that to happen. He moans each time he passes over where he needs him most, head thrown back and eyes shut. Wylie isn't shy about showing off his pleasure.

Knowing that he's the one who makes Wylie make those sounds, that he's the cause of his obvious pleasure... It's a heady feeling. With the amazing physical sensations on top of that? Oh, he's definitely not regretting tonight, so glad that he didn't just dismiss this cocky dude who approached him.

His hands roam over Wylie's abdomen and his hips, coming to grip as the force behind Warren's thrusts increases.

He loves having him over him like this, commanding and drawing it out. Once his hands are on his hips and his force increases, Wylie feels his body accept and build on it. He grasps his cock and strokes steadily with those thrusts, gasping as he seems to have the angle down.

That sight is fucking gorgeous. Wylie splayed out, his skin gleaming with sweat and flushed from pleasure, hand wrapped around his cock and stroking as Warren's thrusts rocks him.

He keeps his thrusts steady, measured and deep, and not for a second does he take his eyes off the man before him.

Based on the intent gaze he has on Wylie, it's pretty clear that this is very much as pleasurable for Warren as it is for Wylie. They seem to work well together. Wylie is vocal and easy to read and Warren is observant and responds well.

The longer this goes on, the closer Wylie gets, feeling it build up in his abdomen, tightening and flexing until he's sure he's going to lose his mind. He chokes out a groan before gasping, "harder."

Warren is not late to comply. He snaps his hips forward, driving in hard, absently biting his lower lip against a moan. He has a good guess that Wylie is close, and he wants to feel that. It's not far for him either.

He groans, feeling it build, sitting right there on the cusp and then he loses it, bucking into his own hand and gasping as he comes. It's sudden but that harder thrust was all he needed.