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Oliver closed the door behind them as they walked into their bedroom. Erik turned around and pinned him to the door, his chest pressed against Oliver’s with a hand pressed against the door next to his head. Erik pressed his lips into his mate’s collarbone. Oliver gasped sharply in surprise, letting out a low moan.
Erik pulled his lips off of Oliver, gazing at his handywork. A red hickey had begun forming. He moved his hand to cup Oliver’s face, stroking his lip with his thumb. “I missed you,” he murmured, exploring his mate’s face with his eyes.
Oliver leaned in, kissing him gently. “I missed you too, babe. I’m glad to be home.” The word ‘home’ set something primal off in Erik. His pupils dilated with lust before he leaned in, kissing Oliver harder. His hands began to roam Oliver’s body, pulling his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning a few of the bottom buttons, and pressing against his warm skin.
Oliver jumped and pulled away from Erik, “Jesus, your hands are cold,” he said letting out a little shiver at his touch.
Erik grinned wickedly as he flipped his hands over and ran the backs of them down his lover’s body and into the waistband of his dress pants. “You’re so warm,” he teased.
Oliver gave him a playful push, “You’re an ass,” he replied grinning.
“Yeah, but you still love me,” Erik quipped back, removing his hands and turning, walking towards the bed.
Oliver followed him, wrapping his arms around Erik’s waist and giving him a kiss behind his ear, “You’re damn right, I do,” he breathed into his fiancé’s ear.
Erik stopped and turned wrapping his left arm around Oliver’s waist, bringing his right hand up to cup his neck as he leaned in, kissing him deeply. Oliver wrapped his arms around Erik and pulled him in tighter, feeling Erik’s stirring in his shorts against him. They pulled away breathing heavily.
After catching their breaths, they leaned in kissing hard, faster. Erik began fumbling with Oliver’s shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and throwing it to the floor, exposing his smooth chest. Oliver made a noise in protest, but Erik swallowed it and continued on to unbuckling his belt. Finally, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor, revealing a pair of silky boxer briefs.
As Erik was working on Oliver’s clothes, Oliver grabbed the hem of Erik’s shirt and, breaking the kiss momentarily, pulled it over his head. He ran his hands over his hairy chest and stomach. He pushed Erik’s shorts off of his hips and onto the floor, showing that he was wearing a jockstrap, Oliver's favorite. Oliver pulled away, kissing down Erik’s jaw, loving his stubble. He kissed down his throat until he reached his collar bone where he ran his tongue down to his right nipple, where he sucked it into his mouth and gently bit down while tweaking the other.
Erik let out a guttural moan, tangling his hands in his lover's hair. He pulled Oliver off and gave him a gentle push towards the bed.
Oliver backed himself up to the bed and climbed on, backing up to the pillows.
Erik followed him, looming over him, his knees forcing Oliver's legs together. He leaned down and kissed him hard, grinding his dick down onto Oliver's.
Oliver let out a whine, cupping Erik's ass with his hands and grinding their dicks together harder through the fabric.
Erik pulled away and sat up, straddling Oliver's hips. He sat looking down at his beautiful mate. How he was flushed with his hair amess. Oliver's chest and stomach, with the tattoo of the butterfly on an orchid curled around his navel, a dedication to his mother, was heaving under him. Erik bent over groping around under the bed until he found the black bag that was looking for. He brought it up onto the bed and unzipped it. He saw Oliver's eyes fixate on it, in anticipation and excitement and he grinned. Erik reached into the bag and pulled out the red silk scarf they used on each other. He set it to the side and reached in the bag and brought out their bottle of lube, and finally he brought out the butt plug. Erik grabbed the bag and tossed it to the floor. He reached for Oliver's hands and pinned them above his head, slipping through the gaps in the log headboard perfectly. Erik grabbed the scarf making a figure eight with both ends joining in a knot to keep from pulling apart.
With his partner restrained he began. He started at Oliver's throat, licking from his adam's apple to behind his ear, where he bit down causing Oliver to cry out in pleasure and pain. He moved down slowly, breathing against Oliver's skin as he went. He stopped at some of the most sensitive places like Oliver's nipples, licking and sucking each of them, and then letting them out of his mouth with a pop. To the right of his navel, where one of the leaves of the orchid branched out. He loved that tattoo, he grazed his teeth over it, kissing the bloom of the orchid gently. He reached Oliver's underwear and pulled them down his legs. His cock sprung free, 7 inches of beauty, and already oozing precum. Erik pulled his underwear all the way off and tossed it behind him. Oliver gave a little shiver at the chill of the room and Erik chuckled.
"You still think my hands are cold?" he asked as he ran them up Oliver's thighs.
Oliver sighed at the warmth. "Shut up and fuck me already" he replied rolling his eyes.
"Oh, my love," Erik replied in a false sympathetic voice, "This is just the beginning. We'll get there eventually"
Oliver let out a whine and Erik was tempted to take him right there, but he wanted to make this one memorable. Three days was too long away from each other after being inseparable for 3 years. Erik leaned in and kissed his way up Oliver's left leg. He reached his balls and licked them before sucking them into his mouth, one at a time. Oliver moaned loudly, Erik was glad he wasn't afraid of making sounds while having sex. He lifted Oliver's legs, giving him better access to his ass. With one hand he kept Oliver's thighs pressed against him while he spread his cheeks with the other hand. He bent in, licking his hole, carefully pressing into him, making sure he wasn't going too fast. He sat back on his knees and grabbed the lube and plug.
Erik poured the lube into his hand and began rubbing it onto his fingers. He leaned forward, putting his weight on his left hand next to Oliver's stomach, keeping his right thigh pressed back against his stomach. He began to press his right pointer finger into Oliver's hole, going knuckle by knuckle. Oliver gasped and let out a cry that turned into a moan. Erik teethed and kissed Oliver's stomach, avoiding his dick. Once his finger was completely in, he began to pull it out to the first joint and then press back into Oliver. As soon as Oliver had adjusted to one finger, he slipped in his middle finger gently.
Oliver moaned, arching his back. "Please fuck me, oh gods please," he begged breathlessly, eyes tearing up, trying to get his feet on the mattress so he could fuck himself on Erik's fingers.
"Shhh," Erik replied, scissoring his fingers in Oliver. He pulled his fingers out and thrust them into him, eliciting a scream mixed with a moan from his lover. Erik reached his left hand up to cover Oliver's mouth as he continued to fuck him with his fingers. "We don't want the neighbors the be too worried," He said, grinning wickedly. Tears were running down Oliver's face and Erik moved his hand to cup his face, wiping them with his thumb. "You're so beautiful for me," Erik murmured. Oliver turned his head, kissing his thumb and then slipping it into his mouth, sucking on it. Erik's breath hitched and he decided that it was a good time to slip his third finger in. Oliver's eyes rolled back into his head, mouth hanging open in a noiseless scream of pleasure.
After Oliver had adjust to three fingers, Erik slipped them out. Oliver whined in protest, wanting the feeling back. Erik grabbed the steel plug that he had set aside and poured some lube on it, rubbing it in with his fingers. He leaned in and kissed Oliver's hole before pressing the plug against it and slipping it in with a little force. Oliver jolted and cried out at the coldness of the toy, shivering.
"You're doing so well, baby," Erik said, grabbing Oliver's right leg and kissing his thigh. He let Oliver's legs down onto the bed, standing up. His underwear had become incredibly uncomfortable, so he quickly removed them, kicking them away, his painfully hard cock bobbing at the movement.
Erik got back on the bed, sitting on his knees. He leaned into Oliver's throbbing cock, licking from the base to it's tip. He sucked the head into his mouth, running his tongue around it and through the slit at the tip. Oliver's eyes rolled back, hips giving an involuntary thrust as he moaned and gripping the blanket with white knuckles. Erik went all the way to the base of Oliver's dick, breathing steadily through his nose. His hands explored Oliver's body as he sucked him. Up and down, deep throating him, loving the noises he was drawing out of Oliver.
"I'm getting close!" Oliver cried, his hands tangled in Erik's hair, pulling him down. Erik quickly pulled off, having more strength than Oliver did. Oliver made a noise in protest, glaring at him.
"Not yet, my dear," Erik replied, running his hands down Oliver's sides. He moved up, straddling Oliver's chest. Erik leaned down and kissed his mate, sucking on his tongue and biting his lower lip. After he was sure that Oliver wasn't close any more, he grabbed the lube. He poured some into his hand and began prepping himself. He started with his first finger, hilting it quickly, letting out a hiss through his teeth. He slid it in and out for a few seconds, letting himself adjust before he slipped in a second finger. Erik's mouth gaped open and his eyes slammed shut.
"I could get off just watching you" Oliver said breathlessly. He was just as hot and bothered as Erik, if not more just from watching.
Erik opened his eyes and grinned. His fiancé being so wrecked just over watching him finger himself was such a beautiful sight. He slipped in a third finger and let out a long, deep moan, feeling himself stretch around his fingers. He was ready. He grabbed the lube again, and this time used it on Oliver's dick, making sure it was nice and slick. He carefully positioned himself over Oliver and began to lower himself onto him. Erik and Oliver's moans harmonized in their room. If anyone had walked outside of their apartment, there would be no denying what was happening, but at this point, they didn't care.
Erik hilted Oliver in him and sat for a moment, letting his body get completely used to the feeling. He leaned forward, putting his hand on Oliver's chest, feeling his heart beat wildly. He loved this man so much. He moved his hand to his throat, knowing that Oliver liked breath play. He raised himself up and, pressing down on his lover's throat, dropped himself, taking Oliver completely in one fluid motion. He felt Oliver's throat constrict trying to let out a moan, perhaps a scream, of pleasure as he let out his own moan. He began to fuck himself on Oliver's dick moving his hand to Oliver's shoulder after a few times, letting him breathe. Their moans chorused together in a beautiful song that was only meant for the both of them to hear and cherish.
Oliver's breaths began to get more unsteady and Erik noticed. He slowed down, eventually stopping, sitting on Oliver. "Noo, pl- please keep going, s- s'close," He panted out.
Erik grinned down at him, "Soon, I promise," he replied, his chest heaving. He removed himself from being on Oliver, kissing him slowly as he got off the bed. He moved down to the end of the bed, climbing back on. He raised Oliver's legs and spread his cheeks to reveal the plug. He gently, but firmly, tugged on it until it pulled out of Oliver. Oliver let out of a whine, feeling empty after it's removal. Erik leaned over and grabbed the lube. He spread it on his cock, preparing the give Oliver the ride of his life. He positioned himself, pressing the head of his dick against his hole. He looked up and met Oliver's eyes, seeing the want and need in them. He pressed in slowly letting out a groan of pleasure, feeling the warmth and secureness of Oliver's body. Oliver arched his back, straining against the scarf, needing to pull Erik harder into him. Erik hooks his shoulders into the backs of Oliver's knees and leans forward, practically folding him in half. He slowly slides in and out of Oliver savoring the feeling.
"Please, I'm begging you, fuck me hard and fast" Oliver says, squirming under him needily.
Erik obliges, picking up the pace. The noises they make mix in the air around them, echoing off the walls. Erik thrusts deeply into Oliver, hilting himself each time, holding his lover tightly in his arms and gazing down at his beauty.
"The- the scarf" Oliver manages to get out between moans. Erik understands and reaches up, undoing the knot with a tug. Oliver's hands pull out of the restraint. He wraps his arms around Erik, digging his nails into his back. Erik lets out a growl of pleasure, leaning in and kissing Oliver hard. He lays his fore head against Oliver's, their breaths mixing together between their mouths. Erik's hips begin to stutter as he gets closer.
"Are you close?" He murmurs looking into Oliver's eyes.
Oliver nods and Erik begins to thrust harder into Oliver. He moves his hand between them, finding Oliver's dick and begins stroking. Oliver throws his head back and moans long and loud. Erik gives two more thrusts as he strokes Oliver and then throws his head back letting out a sound of ecstasy as he begins to fill him. Oliver lets out a cry of pleasure before slipping over the edge, cumming in Erik's hand and all over the both of them. Erik rides out his orgasm and then collapses on Oliver, his energy spent.
"Welcome home, babe" Erik says, leaning in to kiss Oliver long and slow. They lay like that, with their arms wrapped around each other for a few minutes. Erik pulls out of Oliver and gets up, going to their bathroom. He starts the shower, preparing for them to clean up.
Oliver followed Erik, and wraps his arms around him. "Maybe we could go for round two in the shower" He murmurs into Erik's ear, then sucks a hickey into the skin behind his ear.
Erik grins, "You want to? I figured you'd be tired after that" he replies.
"Guess we'll have to find out..."