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The newly present noise in the room quickly drew Miles’ attention from his book to up ahead of him. Said noise was just Alex. Once again reappearing their living room in front of Miles. It wasn’t anything out for the ordinary.
Rather frequently, Miles will find himself suddenly in the company of Alex after being alone for a bit. He would always make his way to Miles from the outskirts for their house. Usually to ramble on about some new big idea that popped in his head, or some new concept he just learned about and is ever so intrigued in. Perhaps even just to tell Miles how much he loves him
Today was no exception to the norm. He was standing behind the ottoman, albeit rather sheepishly, that Miles is currently resting his feet on.
Miles sets the book down and raises his face to Alex. A silent queue telling that he is ready to listen to whatever he is about to bring up.
Miles furrows his brows a bit when his prompt doesn’t seem to draw anything out of alex. “So you’re just gonna stand there or..?” He asks then pauses. “You’re just enjoyin’ the view aren’t ya?” he jokes.”
This draws a giggle from Alex, “well, couldn’t disagree with that,” he trails off then shuffles his feet a bit. “Actually I have something to show you,” he cocks his head to the side and smiles at Miles, tendrils of hair falling onto his face.
“Oh?” Sounds like Alex finished another cardboard model and wants Miles’ input. You never know what he gets up to when left to his devices in the basement. Or maybe he brought home a new guitar. He has been contemplating buying a custom Fender American Jaguar for a quite a while now.
Miles puts his hands on the edge of the cushions and begins to get up when Alex throws out a hand and stops him. “No, no, wait. What I have to show you is right here.”
Miles sinks back into the sofa. When he looks back up to his boyfriend again, he notices he had an arm tucked behind his back the entire time he was here. Cheeky boy must have a surprise for him.
“Okay,” Miles breaks the silence, “show me.”
Without hesitation, Alex brings his arm around his body and empties the contents of his hand on to the ottoman.
Well that’s not what Miles was expecting.
In front of him lies a bottle of lube.
Miles almost lets out a confused laugh. “Well if you wanted sex you could have jus-“
Alex cuts him off by waving a hand out in front of him. “Shshshshh, just watch. Okay? I just want you to watch, can you do that for me?”
And at that Alex ends all conversation as well as Miles’ urge to ask what’s going on by grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
“Oh, a strip show, huh?” Miles folds his hands behind his head and leans back into the sofa.
“Just be quiet,” Alex demands, looking up at Miles through his thick lashes. He glances back down and begins working on removing his jeans.
He flicks his gaze back up to Miles and he begins to pull his fly down ever so slowly. Teasing him with his actions.
Miles feels a stir in his pants.
Now Alex is rid of his pants and is crawling onto the ottoman on all fours. He gives Miles a smirk, and sits up on his knees.
Oh fuck. Miles can see that he is visibly erect through his boxers. Straining against the black material.
Alex runs a hand through his hair and the strands just fall back into place. Perfect Miles thinks.
Miles meets Alex’s dark eyes once again. However, only after slowly raking them up from his boxers, his toned torso, and beyond that pretty neck of his.
Now there is an unmistakable devious glint in those deer like eyes. Miles is sure in for a treat.
Slipping each thumb into the waistband of his boxers, Alex pushes the garment down off his hips, exposing their delicate bones.
He keeps pushing on the fabric ever so gently until the waistband is threatening to release his cock. He applies more pressure and sure enough, the elastic slips down his shaft and onto his thighs.
He lets out a soft sigh as his cock bounces up and hits his stomach. His eyes flutter open and regain contact with Miles again.
Miles stays completely still. Not willing to jeopardize the show he is getting by making any sudden moves.
Alex positions himself on his back, raising his legs in the air. “I want you to take these off for me,” he simply states.
Seeing Alex lay on his back like some sort of Greek god-arms over head, hair tousled, feet reaching towards the ceiling-is enough to make Miles want to devour him right then and there. However, he must control himself, as Alex clearly has something up his sleeve.
Miles stands, knowing full well that Alex is looking at the newly present size in his pants. He bends down to grab one of Alex's thighs to keep him still.
In one swift motion, the boxers are gone. All that’s left is the delicious body of Alex on display for Miles to enjoy.
Miles resumes his position in his seat. It’s the best seat in the house to view this show, after all.
Now Alex is sitting up on his ass, bottle of lube in hand. He flicks the cap open and squirts some of the liquid onto his hand. He closes the bottle and meets Miles’ gaze once again. That naughty flicker ever the more present.
With one hand slathers some of the lube onto his dick. He begins slowly running his fingers up and down over his length. Sighs of relief begin escaping from his lips.
“Oh, yeah baby. You look like you’re enjoying yourself, there,” Miles smirks.
“Oh,” Alex looks up through the tendrils of hair dangling in front of his eyes. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
That promise makes a new wave of heat flood to Miles’ groin. He brings a hand from beside him and over across his hips to to his crotch to give some relief to the aching in his pants.
At that, Alex releases his grip on himself. He grabs the lube once more and squirts another dollop onto his fingers.
Something clicks in Miles’ brain. He really likes where this is going.
Alex sets the bottle aside again before bringing his hand in between his legs. This time, he avoids his cock entirely, opting for a different spot.
Ever so gently, Alex presses two of his fingers to his entrance. He begins moving them in slow, little circles. Making sure to not hasten the pace, knowing that the speed at which he goes will drive Miles mad.
Miles lets out a groan at the sight. In front of him sits his boyfriend, legs spread wide so as to give him the best view. Arm gently moving down in between those beautiful thighs of his.
Miles loves the little cries and whimpers that Alex lets out when he gets touched. The sound alone is enough to make anyone come undone.
Alex continues his motion. Two fingers moving in tight circles around his hole. Jaw slack, eyebrows knitted together.
Not long after he slips the first finger in with a breathy whine. Miles has to fight the temptation of touching himself and ruining the scene. Instead he opts for a different route.
“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” He decides to ask, figuring some encouragement can hurt.
Alex opens his eyes to look at Miles. He nods quickly, then goes back to focusing on pumping that finger in and out of himself.
Miles decides to egg him in further, knowing just how to get him to come undone.
“You’re such a bad boy, coming over to me and putting on your little show. I bet you feel like a slut, huh?”
Alex moans in response to Miles’ comments.
Miles decides to keep pushing.
“Oh, I can just imagine how that feels. You putting yourself on display for me, touching yourself for my entertainment. Must feel good, huh?”
Alex bites his bottom lip and gives a quick nod again.
“Go ahead, be a good boy and put another finger in. I want to see how you stretch.”
Alex doesn’t hesitate to put another finger in himself and start working that one alongside the other.
Miles can tell from the strained look on his face that Alex is really giving it to himself. Each little whine and breathy moan sends prickles of electricity through Miles.
Knowing full well how Alex responds to his little comments about him, Miles doesn’t hesitate to continue throwing more his way. Not only does it get a reaction out of Alex, Miles also reaps the benefits of saying such things.
“Is my good boy gonna make himself cum for me?” The question alone sends more waves of electricity to the hardness in his pants.
Alex opens his mouth to give a strained response, “yes... Oh yes.” His words come out choppy.
“I love to see you in full display like this. Pretty body all sprawled out in front of me. Leaving nothing to the imagination. You’re so dirty and I love it.”
Alex whines at this and decides it’s time for a third finger.
He presses the finger to himself and on the next stroke he pushes it inside him, letting it join the other two.
He lets out a gasp, stilling his hand for a moment.
Then on the next inhale his hand is back to its previous movement. Pumping those three fingers in and out of his body. Hitting himself in the right spot each time. Filling himself the way he likes with every stroke.
Miles watches as his boyfriend’s cocky demeander melts away as he becomes a puddle of sighs and wines.
Now Alex lays with his head thrown back, strings of moans escaping his mouth.
He’s now officially a mess. Miles bets he’ll soon be begging him to fuck him.
Maybe he should coax him into doing just that.
“Oh baby, I can see that that feels really good. You’re really enjoying this, huh? I know I am.” He pauses to take him all in. “You look so pretty when you’re a wreck like this.”
Alex ignores him, opting to put on tough-guy facade all of a sudden.
Miles has to hand it to him, this behavior from Alex is quite arousing to see. Watching him be so confident in whoring himself out to him like this. Seeing him be so assertive of the fact that he is putting on a show just for him. It’s perfect.
His fingers curl inside him as he pants heavily. A fourth soon joins. He lets out a light sigh as the finger finds its place.
Alex looks over his chest and up at Miles, making direct eye contact with him. His gaze burrows deep, almost as if to say ‘yeah, I’m doing this, what are you going to do about it?’
He knows exactly what he’s doing
And it fucks with Miles. He needs to get a hand on himself. He slowly undoes his belt, not separating his gaze from Alex as he does so.
Alex keeps going. Beautiful moans coming from him as he fingers deep inside himself.
Miles' thumbs now are hooked in his waistband. He lowers his face to stare back at Alex through his lashes. He pulls his jeans down in a swift movement, finally freeing himself.
Alex lets out a cry and hastens his wrist movements. He’s a proper mess now. Any second and he should be toppling over the edge.
Miles makes sure Alex is watching as he shows just how this is affecting him. He takes his cock in his hand and begins stroking himself. Slowly at first, making sure to tease Alex a bit. He quickly begins to increase his pace in an attempt to get him as close as Alex is.
A moan rips from Miles’ throat and he throws his head back.
This prompts Alex’s eyebrows to furrow and his body stiffens momentarily. Miles’ response to his display is pushing him very close to the brink.
Finally, out of patience, Alex wraps his free hand around his dick and begins pumping it like crazy. He needs his orgasm now. He doesn’t want to wait anymore.
NeIther does Miles, apparently. He gets off the couch and fills the space between them.
He now leans over Alex, left hand next to his head to support him as he leans over the other man. He uses his other hand and takes both his and Alex’s cocks in it.
Alex lets out a high pitched moan at the sudden feeling of Miles jerking both their cocks together.
“There you go, baby, you’ve put on a great show.” Miles compliments. “Come for me now, darling. I’m ready for the finale.”
At that Alex makes finishing his only goal. His hand hastens as its movements in and out of his body. His orgasm drags him under water then forces him up for air. He lets out a loud cry as his body begins shaking.
Miles tumbles over the edge at the sight of Alex’s orgasm. Their cum spurts out all over Alex’s belly as their moans tear through the air.
Miles collapses onto Alex and they both lay there panting for a little bit.
Finally, Alex wraps his arms around Miles and holds him close, nuzzling the space between his neck and shoulder. “How’d you like it?” He asks Miles, who can feel the shape of a smile on his collarbone.
“I think that was a great show.” Miles replied