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Because, of course, he had a foul mouth during sex.

Warm fingers closed into Marco’s hair as he sucked the man down deep, not bothering with any fancy teasing. He worked the blunt head over his tongue, moaning faintly as it reached his throat and pushed past. Above him, Carter actuallygrowled, and Marco shoved the last few inches into him.

Carter’s hips shuddered as Marco pulled back, only to swallow him whole. Each time he pulled back, he went almost to the tip, sucking hard enough to make the filthiest sounds before diving forward again. He could feel the quiver of Carter’s legs as the man tried to keep himself upright, swearing under his breath as he pulled on Marco’s head.

Marco knew it was coming before it happened and immediately stopped moving when he felt Carter pull him back,only to shove his hips forward. The man had waited, seeing how much Marco could take. He would have to give the man that.

Carter buried his entire shaft into Marco’s throat with a grunt, rearing back to repeat the motion. His hips were sharp as they snapped back and strong as they shoved forward. Marco held onto the man’s hips, moaning as he felt the first pulse overtake Carter’s cock.

“Fuck,” Carter repeated, his voice cracking around the edges, hips stuttering.

Marco moaned as the man spilled, covering his tongue and shooting to the back of his throat. He swallowed, pulling back only when he realized the pulses were getting smaller and shorter. He let the last of it drop onto his tongue before allowing Carter’s cock to fall from his lips before it could get too sensitive.

“Jesus Christ,” Carter swore, suddenly grabbing Marco under his shoulder and pulling him upright.

Before Marco could crow about his victory, Carter’s mouth was on his. Hot, wet, and hard. To Marco’s mild surprise, the kiss wasn’t the only thing that was hard as Carter’s cock pressed against his stomach insistently.

“Your turn,” Carter hissed against his lips, shoving his hand into his pockets and drawing out two packets.

“Shouldn’t keep those in your pocket,” Marco warned with a laugh at the sight of the condom.

“Fuck it,” Carter said, spinning Marco around and pushing him against the wall.

“I’d rather you fuckme,” Marco said, voice shaking as he undid his pants and shoved them to his knees.

A wet finger pressed into him, and Marco bowed his head forward with a low moan. He knew damn well he would be lucky to have that one finger for long, judging by Carter’s sharp breaths. Not that he was going to complain, he would have been game for Carter to go for it from the start.

Then, there was a firm grip on his waist, and the finger pulled free. There was a pause, and he heard Carter hold his breath as a far blunter tip pressed against Marco. He couldn’t help the hiss of pain as he felt himself stretched open by the man’s girth, and Carter hesitated after the first couple of inches, his fingers pinching Marco’s waist.

“Go,” Marco ground out, pushing back.

“You serious?” Carter asked in stark surprise.

“I said I wanted you to fuck me, so fuck me,” Marco growled at him.

And for the first time since they’d met, Carter didn’t argue or complain. Marco shuddered as Carter pushed into him, still taking it slow but moving steadily. It hurt, the pain sharp and burning, but he rode it out, letting loose a low groan when he felt Carter’s hips rest against him.

After what felt like an eternity, Carter reared back. The hand on his hip stayed where it was, gripping Marco tightly. The other came to rest between Marco’s shoulder blades, holding him firmly against the wall.

Marco cried out when Carter pushed into him again, no longer caring that they were half a foot from his front door. The next thrust drove every other thought from his mind when his body lit up, shoving against the pain and flooding it with pleasure. A low growl rumbled from Carter and he snapped his hips forward repeatedly, nailing the point inside Marco that had him holding the wall for dear life and thankful that Carter was holding him up.

It was hard, fast, and deliciously heavy as Carter fucked him hard enough that the next morning, Marco would casually look to see if his ass was bruised. All he was aware of was the feel of Carter’s cock filling him, shoving itself as deep as possible before yanking back to do it all over again.

His body was taut with pleasure and anticipation. He groaned loudly, reaching between his legs before his hand was slapped away. Carter took over instead, taking hold of Marco’s cock and pumping in time with his strokes. Marco cried out within seconds, body going wire-tight as he spilled onto the floor and the wall in front of him. He was still trying to catch his breath when he heard Carter grunt, pushing himself deep one final time, legs quivering.

“Fuck,” Carter grunted as he pulled free, with a grace and gentleness in sharp contrast to what he’d just done to Marco.

“Fuck,” Marco agreed, still trying to hold himself up and deciding it was a losing battle.

“Don’t sit in your own spunk, dumbass,” Carter grumbled, yanking him over to the sitting area and letting Marco gently drop onto the couch.

“Spunk,” Marco chuckled. “What are you, thirteen?”

“Twenty-six,” Carter told him in annoyance, looking down at himself.

“We didn’t even get our clothes off,” Marco noted, laughing again before kicking off his pants.

“No pants at home? I can respect that,” Carter said, doing the same.