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Joel had just gotten home from working out in the snow all day, his body aching and he was beyond cold with snow in his beard and hair. When he stumbled into your shared house, hearing the sound of the water running he knew you’d gotten dinner done and were wrapping up for the night. He took a few bites of the plate you left on the counter, sighing as he ate. Joel stopped caring about how cold the food was, or how long it’d been sitting out, he was fucking hungry after working all day in the cold. He finished his food and went up to your room, leaning against the doorframe as you pulled your clothes on. He took his jacket off, along with kicking his boots off beside the door. “You gettin’ comfy?” He spoke with a tired voice, yet he still smiled as he watched you get comfy against the headboard
You smiled “Yeah, how was work? Did you see I left food on the counter for you?” Joel nodded, taking off his belt. He climbed into bed, eyes trailing down your body. He grabbed your hip, rubbing his thumb over the skin. Joel leaned in, kissing you gently. As you two kissed, Joel helped get your shirt off, your body involuntarily shivering from the cold air of your shared home. He pulled away from the kiss, burying his head in the crook of your neck while he pulled your cock out of your boxers. He stroked you gently, his calloused thumb running over the tip. While Joel stroked you, you adjusted his jeans down just enough for his cock to hit his stomach, pre-cum already dripping.
Joel bit on your shoulder, moaning as you took both cocks in your hand and started stroking. He whimpered, hands gripping your shoulders tightly. He purred, his voice shaky “Yeah…just like that darlin’…just like that” The sounds that fell from his parted lips were like heaven, something you never got to hear when Joel was on top. But with both of you in your hands, he was letting go like there was nothing else in the world. You felt your pre-cum drip against both your cocks, a shudder going down your back.
As tired as the older man was, he still ached for you. He bucked his hips up, cock sliding against yours while you still jerked both of you off. He moaned against your neck, continuing to buck his hips to try and get more friction against your cocks. He was exhausted, just wanting to cum and fall asleep. He moved your hand off, replacing it with his own roughed up one. His pace was faster, thumb running up and down the tip of your cock.
As you were more and more stimulated by Joel’s hand and his cock, you felt the warm heat pooling in your stomach “Joel- Joel I’m close..” You moaned out, hands gripping his back and hair tightly. He just let out a whine, bucking his hips up once more before finishing. He never had good stamina—at least not since you’d known him, but he also was in his fifties when you met—so it didn’t surprise you. The warm cum dripping between your cocks as Joel cried out—clearly overstimulated and ready to fall asleep— made you get closer and closer. “I know..I know-“ You tried your best to reassure him as he kept rubbing you off. When you finished your head tossed back, moans filling the room, Joel’s hand sped up to help you ride out your high. By the time you were back to your senses, Joel was already asleep on your shoulder. Damn old man.