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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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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.

He almost winces when he feels Wylie tighten up and clench around him. The sight of him coming undone and the feel of him bucking is almost more than Warren can handle.

Perhaps he should ease up and let the guy catch his breath, but... He's so close, himself. So close, so close... There. The climax truly comes as a release, where everything tenses for a moment as pleasure surges, drawing out a choked moan, then that tension drains away. For a moment he stays sitting on his knees, still buried inside the other man, his hands no longer gripping his hips but still resting there. With his head dropped back he sighs. eyes closed. "Fuck, that was good," he mumbles.

Now Wylie is an extra mess and he exhales a soft sigh, his heart pounding in his chest and trying to get his vision to focus. He looks at Warren and grins. "That was really good," he agrees.

There's a soft chuckle from him, is lips stretched into a grin. Breathing a soft and content sigh, he reaches down to hold the condom in place as he eases himself out. "I'm thinking that shower is probably a good idea."

Wylie shivers as he eases out of him slowly like that. He then nods, resting back on the bed and sort of splayed out while he tries to keep from passing out right here. He's all loose and satisfied.

Not in any rush, Warren does take the time to just breathe for a moment, looking down at the man. He really does look content.

Still, he soon unwraps Wylie's legs from around his hips, and with a brief caress over his thigh he gets up and heads for the bathroom. A short moment later there's the sound of the shower running.

Wylie watches him walk away, getting a good look at that back piece he has done. He takes a moment to stretch out and loosen up before climbing out of bed and following him into the bathroom. Warren had meant a shared shower, right? Of course he did! Why wouldn't he?

Climbing in behind him, Wylie slides his hands up Warren's back, over the lines of that tattoo before sliding back down again to rest on his hips.

While he hadn't specified a shared shower, he's definitely not against it. he smiles when he feels Wylie's hands on his back, leaning into the touch and then turning when those hands settle on his hips.

Because he can, because he might as well milk this encounter for all it's worth, he slides his arms around the other man to pull him closer, pressing his lips to his. Funny, he hadn't thought about how much he's missed touching someone, until now.

Hey, if he's here until he gets kicked out, he's taking his damn time and taking advantage wherever he can. Wylie is certainly a fan of this one and he most certainly wants to keep up the touching and closeness. He knows what its like to miss it too.

The kiss is well received, Wylie looping his arms around Warren's waist, lacing his hands behind his back just to rest there. He's tempted to grope his ass, but he can let that wait for now.

Warren gets the thought that it's really a shame that Wylie is likely to disappear, sooner more likely than later. He's a fun guy, and then seem to have a fair bit in common. And, in Warren's admittedly somewhat limited experience, sex is rarely this good the first time with someone new. It would have been promising, if he hadn't been so sure Wylie wasn't going to stick around for long.

"So I'm taking this to mean I have a chance of getting my back scrubbed," he says, lips curved into a lopsided kind of smile.

Wylie didn't have a plan. Not originally. He thought he'd probably move a little more until he absolutely had to be back here in the city. He figured that her is what would be best in the long run since... well, those are serious thoughts for another time.

He raises an eyebrow and nips ones more at Warren's mouth. "What else would I be doing in here?" he teases, unlacing his fingers so he can run his hands up Warren's back, palms flat.

"Getting cleaned up?" Warren deadpans, his own brand of teasing. The joke is revealed, though, by how he slides his hands down to settle low in Wylie's back, keeping them close together.