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Zach took his time, and when he finally returned, he was freshened up and relaxed in a simple t-shirt and lounge pants. He paused out of sight, watching Carson, the sound of his approach muffled by his sock-covered feet, with his cell phone in his hand and a smirk on his face.

“Goddamn you!” Carson cried, gasping as Zach turned the vibrator on again.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” he asked as he entered the kitchen, slipping his phone into his pocket, his hand still on it.

Carson stood, bent over the counter, white-knuckled fingers wrapped around the edge and holding tightly.

Zach slid his thumb across the screen, lowering the intensity to the lightest setting.

Carson looked up at him, wide-eyed.

“Please,” he begged.

Zach stepped up to him, pulled him close for a kiss. Carson ground against him and wrapped his arms around Zach, holding tightly.

“My poor boy,” he said, hand gripping Carson’s ass firmly. “Dinner will get cold.”

“It’s fucking pizza, Zach. You let me think we were having fancy food and you fucking ordered a goddamn pizza. I lived on cold pizza and beer in college. Believe me, it can wait.”

Zach reached down and lifted Carson, staggering slightly under the extra weight as Carson wrapped his legs around Zach’s waist.

“You think I don’t know that?” he asked, turning to deposit Carson on the table a few steps away.

“You jerk. You complete jerk. I thought you—ung.” Zach cut Carson’s words off with a not-so-gentle push on his chest, forcing him to lie back on the table.

“That’s your fault for thinking, kid,” Zach shot back, tugging down Carson’s jeans. “I can’t believe you actually wore these,” he laughed, snapping the band of the underwear.

“I had to fucking buy them this morning, you asshole.”

Zach palmed Carson’s cock over the fabric.

“I thought you said you wanted dinner first?” Carson asked.

“No, I said I wanted to eat first. And what I want to taste right now is your cum on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” Carson hissed, and his head thunked loudly on the table as he dropped it back.

Zach grinned and pulled the ridiculous underwear off. He set his phone on the table next to Carson’s hip, and made a show of studying the settings before he picked one. Carson whimpered as his cock jumped.

“Zach, please, oh God, yes.” Carson’s breathless voice serenaded him, his cries and whimpers and little hitches wiping away all of Zach’s stress as he lost himself in the feel of Carson squirming beneath him. A hand threaded through his hair and he hummed as he dragged his teeth lightly along the shaft before sliding back down, pushing through his gag reflex. “Babe, I’m gonna, fuck, Zach, Zach!” Carson’s hand tightened and Zach felt the swelling of his cock as his orgasm hit, and Zach swallowed, savoring every drop, licking Carson clean as he came down from the high.

“Off, off!” he cried, batting at Zach’s phone.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Carson’s hip as he rose and turned the vibe off. Zach pulled a condom and small bottle of lube from his pocket before shucking his own pants. Carson sucked in a ragged breath and lifted one leg, propping his foot on the edge of the table to open himself up for Zach.

“Such a good boy,” he murmured, as he slipped his fingers under the end of the plug. “You want me to take this out, baby?”

“Please,” Carson begged. “I need you,” he added. “Want you inside me.”

Zach closed his eyes and steadied himself as the words punched through him.

“Christ, kid, what have you done to me?” Zach whispered as he pulled the plug from Carson’s swollen hole.

Carson made a noise of confusion that quickly changed to a moan of pleasure when Zach slicked him up with more lube and drove himself in.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, God, you feel so good, thank you!”

Zach wanted this to last, but he couldn’t hold himself back, couldn’t maintain a slow pace, and he fucked into Carson relentlessly, wanting to mark him, claim him, keep him, and it scared the life out of Zach. He came with a groan and fell forward, head on Carson’s chest as he fought to catch his breath.