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“You don’t have to sit in the corner and mope, you know. This is supposed to be your housewarming party, dude.”
Robert glanced up from his beer bottle and found Sonar a few paces away, a hand on his hip. He’d quirked an eyebrow, and one of his huge ears twitched. Robert sighed, then took a sip.
“I like watching you guys have fun,” Robert replied. “Doesn’t it count for something that I’m here?”
Sonar scoffed. “It looks more like you’re some kinda pervert, Robby.”
Robert shrugged. “Good enough for me.”
“Man, you are so goddamn weird.”
Sonar walked toward Robert, then paused to let Malevola and Punch Up pass him. Robert leaned against the wall and downed more of his beer. A pleasant buzz shot through his system and warmed his cheeks.
Sonar stopped beside him and leaned his shoulder against the wall. From this distance, Robert had to glance upward to meet Sonar’s gaze.
“You should get out there and dance,” Sonar continued. “Unless you don’t have any moves, do you?”
Robert huffed. “I’ve got moves. They’re not very good ones.”
Sonar grinned and leaned down. The scent of beer was heavy on his breath. Robert stayed still and fiddled with the bottle in his hands. Warmth spread from his cheeks down his neck.
“I’d like to see ‘em sometime,” Sonar said, his tone low.
“You really wouldn’t.”
Robert tore his gaze away from Sonar and dragged his attention across the apartment. The rest of the Z-Team, Chase and Blazer included, were socializing or dancing to the upbeat electronic music that flooded the room. Robert tapped his foot to the beat but remained in his corner.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” Robert finally shot back.
“Oh, me? I like having a partner. It’s no fun to make a fool of yourself on your own.”
“Now that I can drink to.” Robert tilted the bottle back, but there was nothing left within the glass. “Dammit.”
“Don’t bother getting another,” Sonar murmured. “I saw Phenomaman take the last one. We’re dry.”
“Guess someone’ll have to make a run to the liquor store.” Robert pushed off the wall. “I’ll be back in five or ten. It’s just down the street.”
“Hey, lemme come with you!” Sonar exclaimed.
Robert glanced over his shoulder. “You’d miss this riveting party.”
“Yeah, but someone’s gotta protect your scrawny ass out there,” Sonar countered. “I’d be beside myself if you got mugged on my watch.”
“Mecha Man is perfectly capable of handling himself.” Robert passed between a dancing Invisigal and Blazer, then stopped near the kitchen to toss his empty beer bottle.
“I don’t see your fancy suit anywhere. You’ll get some bones broken.”
“If I even run into any idiot criminals on my five-minute walk to the store.”
“On the off-chance you do, I’ll just scare ‘em off.”
Robert stopped near the front door, then turned to take Sonar in. A cocky grin split his features. Robert’s heart skipped a beat, and his flush intensified. Annoyance prickled at his skin.
Fucking cocky brat. Fine.
Robert grabbed his keys from the counter beside the door, then opened it. “Fine, have it your way. I could use the extra set of hands to carry the beer back.”
“Thank God. I can only take so much of some of these losers before I snap.”
Robert shouted to the group that he was on a beer run, then stepped outside, followed by Sonar. “You too good for Flambae?”
“C’mon, man. He’s a total prick. You of all people should know that.”
“He’s still a part of the team.” Robert waved to Blazer, then shut and locked the door.
“Which I don’t disagree with, but man, it’s nice to not have to deal with him sometimes.”
Robert shoved his hands in his pockets, then walked down the apartment complex’s pathway toward the stairwell. “If this is your way to butter me up into partnering you with him less, I’m afraid it isn’t going to work.”
“Nah, I just wanna hang out with my good friend,” Sonar drawled. “I actually like you.”
Heat spread through Robert’s body. “Well…that’s good to hear.”
As the pair walked, Sonar threw his arm around Robert’s shoulders. Robert grunted but didn’t push Sonar off. The warmth of his arm was pleasant against Robert’s upper back. He continued toward the stairwell, then descended to the ground floor.
“You been getting on okay?” Robert asked. “I know things were tough for you, for a while.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Sonar murmured. “I can’t thank you enough for keeping me on the team.”
Robert glanced at Sonar and smiled. “It was a no-brainer for me. I like having you around.”
Sonar chuckled warmly. “Good to know I’m your favorite. I’m gonna start bragging to Invisigal.”
“I never said you were my favorite.”
“You didn’t have to, Robby.” Sonar squeezed Robert’s shoulders. “For the record, you’re my favorite, too.”
Robert cleared his throat roughly. “I don’t think you should use my decision as a basis for favoritism. You might be disappointed.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m not disappointed,” Sonar murmured, his voice low. “Your decision is only part of the reason I like you.”
Fuck. A shiver ran down Robert’s spine. Keep it together, Robert.
A few moments later, the pair left the apartment complex and walked down the street. Robert steered them toward a liquor store a block away. The night sky was clear, but California’s intense light pollution prevented Robert from seeing many stars. A light breeze hit him and cut through the nighttime heat.
A few pedestrians walked on the other side of the road, none of them suspicious. Robert gave Sonar a halfhearted glare.
“What did I tell you?” Robert asked. “There’s nobody out here that would murder me.”
“Night’s still young,” Sonar replied. “Maybe we’ll get accosted on the way back. Some beer thieves might want to rob us for everything we’ve got.”
“They’d have better luck robbing the liquor store. We’re off the clock.”
Sonar’s laugh made Robert’s stomach flip. Sonar patted Robert’s shoulder a few times, then finally pulled it away. He immediately missed the contact but bit his tongue. Sonoar stuffed his hands in his pockets and whistled a low tune, but his gaze was still on Robert.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” Robert asked. “I’m not that good-looking.”
“Au contraire,” Sonar shot back, his tone smug. “You’ve got a great face. Really handsome. Missing chunk of your ear really adds to your rugged demeanor.”
Robert reached up and touched his ear absentmindedly. “It’s a reminder. Happened when I was a kid.”
Sonar’s ears wilted slightly. “I get it. We’ve all got shitty childhoods.”
True enough, but I’m not sure yours was as bad as mine.
Sonar sighed. “Okay, changing subject. Mind if I ask another personal question?”
“Depends. Could it be as damaging to my psyche as the previous one?”
Sonar narrowed his eyes, then snorted. Robert shot him a wry grin, his heart skittering within his ribcage.
“I was just wondering why you haven’t gone after Blazer or Invisigal yet,” Sonar said.
Robert paused, his brows furrowing. “What makes you wonder that?”
“Aw, c’mon, Robby.” Sonar stopped and crossed his arms. “I’ve seen how they look at you. Invisigal is definitely undressing you in her head.”
“Yeah, and she’s told me as much.” As Robert grimaced, nausea roiled in his gut. “Hard pass.”
“Really? Blazer more your style, then?”
Robert rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around the empty sidewalk. “I’m not looking to get with a woman who just dumped her previous boyfriend. Being a rebound sucks.”
“A man of experience.” Sonar nodded in approval. “Been there, I get it. Still, though, she’s smokin’. And she definitely wants to get in your pants.”
“Yeah, another pass.” Frustration boiled in Robert’s chest. “I really don’t want to deal with any drama. Being at SDN is like I’m in a goddamn soap opera.”
“It has been entertaining to watch.”
“It’s frustrating. I’m waiting for them both to get over me so I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore.”
“Here’s hoping that happens soon. Sorry it’s been rough for you in there, pal.”
The sincerity in Sonar’s tone made Robert’s breath hitch. His face was still warm, but that could be from the alcohol still in his system. He shoved his hands in his pockets, angled his gaze toward the ground, and continued forward.
“But, you know…” Sonar trailed off. “There wouldn’t be any drama if you wanted someone like me.”
As Robert stopped, his heart slammed against his ribcage. “I’m sorry?”
Sonar circled Robert and stopped in front of him. “You heard me, Robby. It’d be a hell of a lot less hassle than dealing with those two. Besides, they looked like they were getting along with each other back there."
Robert swallowed heavily, his attention locked on Sonar’s shoes. “This isn’t a very funny thing to joke about, you know.”
“I never said I was joking.”
Before Robert could respond, Sonar grabbed his chin and tilted his head upward. Robert met Sonar’s milky white eyes. Sonar’s lopsided grin made Robert’s stomach flip.
“C’mon, man,” Sonar continued, his voice soft. “You’ve gotta be the most level-headed guy I’ve ever met. It helps that you’re pretty damn cute, too.”
Robert’s cheeks were on fire. “I was hoping you’d call me ruggishly handsome, but I guess that works.”
“Sure, you’re handsome. It’s easier to make you embarrassed if I call you cute, though.”
Robert’s face burned brighter. “You’re obnoxious.”
“And I think you like it.” Sonar swiped his thumb over Robert’s lips. “But if you want me to stop, you’ve just gotta say so.”
Robert swallowed heavily and glanced around the area. The street was still deserted, except for a few passersby walking along the other side of the street. A handful of cars drove down the street, their headlights casting Sonar in a pale glow.
Robert huffed. “You’re still being pretty damn forward.”
“At least I’m doing a better job than the other two.” Sonar stepped closer to Robert. “I don’t think they could appreciate you as well as I can.”
“What makes you think you’d be any better?” Robert asked, straightening.
“For one thing…” Sonar set his hand on Robert’s shoulder. “I got this far, didn’t I?”
Fair enough. Robert dragged his gaze over Sonar’s taller form. He ached to know what Sonar looked like under his stupid suit. Was all of his body covered in that silky gray fur, or just his head and forearms?
Robert’s attention landed squarely on Sonar’s crotch, which bulged slightly. And what about his dick?
“Eyes up here, Robert,” Sonar teased. “We’re in public.”
“Clearly that isn’t stopping you,” Robert drawled.
“Not my fault you look so damn fuckable.” Sonar moved his hand to cup Roebrt’s cheek. “And it’s getting really goddamn hard to keep myself in check right now.”
Robert wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol coursing through his system, but he was struck with a wave of want. Heat flooded his veins and made his cock twitch in his pants. The liquor store was half a block ahead, but there was a tight alley between some buildings to his left.
I really shouldn’t be doing this. We should just get the beer, head back, and pretend this never happened.
“So, what do you say, Robby?” Sonar asked. “You gonna take me up on this proposition, or are we gonna get that beer and head back?”
Robert gritted his teeth. “You better not be fucking with me.”
“I’d rather be fucking you, personally.”
The last strands of self-control within Robert snapped. He growled, grabbed Sonar’s tie, and yanked him toward the alley. Sonar chuckled but didn’t resist.
“Shit, right here?” Sonar asked.
Robert grunted and continued to pull Sonar into the alley. It was barely wide enough to fit them side by side, thanks to a smattering of metal garbage cans, but the ground was relatively clean. Robert pulled Sonar far enough so the streetlights wouldn’t illuminate them, then shoved him against the brick wall.
Sonar grunted, then smirked down at Robert. “Someone’s being forward.”
“You can’t tease me like that and not expect me to do something about it,” Robert shot back. “Getting cold feet?”
“Hell no! I just didn’t think you’d wanna do this in an alley.”
Robert grabbed the back of Sonar’s neck and pulled him close. “I’ve done it in worse places with worse people.”
Sonar raised a brow. “Damn, you must have some stories to tell.”
“Maybe I’ll tell them to you sometime.” As Robert spoke, his breath ghosted against Sonar’s mouth. “I think we’re doing too much talking, don’t you agree?”
Sonar grabbed Robert’s hips tightly and pulled him closer. Their crotches rubbed together and sent a bolt of lightning through Robert’s nervous system.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Sonar taunted.
Cocky motherfucker.
Robert growled and tugged Sonar into a bruising kiss. Sonar’s huge outer fangs brushed against Robert’s lips, which sent a shiver through his body. The sensation of giant bat lips against his was weird, but not unpleasant.
Robert opened his mouth and sank his teeth into Sonar’s lower lip. When Sonar groaned, Robert took the opportunity to shove his tongue in Sonar’s mouth. Wet heat surrounded his tongue and made him grunt.
Fuck, he tastes good.
After a few seconds, Sonar’s larger tongue slid alongside Robert’s. He pressed closer to the larger man and grinded against him. Sonar’s muffled groans made Robert’s cock jump in interest. It strained against his pants.
“Christ, Robby,” Sonar breathed against Robert’s lips.
“Less talking,” Robert grunted.
He pressed himself flush against Sonar’s body and shoved his tongue as far as it could reach inside Sonar’s mouth. As they made out, Sonar’s hands wandered to Robert’s ass. When Sonar squeezed his rear, warmth shot through his lower body.
Goddamn.
Robert licked gently along Sonar’s sharp teeth. They pricked his tongue but didn’t draw blood. The danger of being vulnerable to something so deadly made Robert’s cock throb hard.
Sonar groaned, then pushed his tongue forward. Robert withdrew slightly and allowed Sonar’s tongue to invade his mouth. He sucked on the slick muscle, making Sonar grind against him and grip his ass more tightly.
Yeah, see what you can have if you’re good enough for me.
As they continued to make out, Sonar tried to push Robert back, but Robert remained still. He set his hands on Sonar’s chest and kept him pinned to the wall. Sonar’s pecs were surprisingly well-defined under his suit.
After a while, Sonar broke off the kiss with a gasp. “Holy fuck, dude, you’re good at this.”
“I’ve had plenty of practice.” Robert shoved his hand between their bodies and squeezed Sonar through his pants. “I know how to work a guy.”
“No fuckin’ kidding.” Sonar bucked his hips into Robert’s hand.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this in a filthy alley,” Robert growled. “You’re that desperate for it, huh?”
“It was your idea,” Sonar protested.
“And yet you came onto me in the middle of the street.” Robert wrapped his fingers around Sonar’s clothed length. “So you should take responsibility for your mistakes.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life usually isn’t.”
Sonar’s bulge was impressive under Robert’s grip. It throbbed and pulsed under his palm. Robert hummed, dragging his hand over it.
“Fuck, Robert,” Sonar groaned. “You’re killing me, here.”
“How big is it?” Robert asked. “You’re carrying a weapon down here.”
Sonar grinned. “Why don’t you unzip my pants and find out?”
“Say please.”
“Ugh, seriously?”
Robert pulled his hand away from Sonar’s crotch. Sonar groaned and bucked his hips forward, but Robert angled his body away to prevent Sonar from getting any blessed friction. Sonar whined and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Fuck, fine,” Sonar growled. “Please, man?”
“There you go.”
Robert fumbled with Sonar’s belt buckle for a moment. Once he undid it, he unbuttoned Sonar’s pants and pulled the fly down. Sonar wore a pair of black briefs underneath his pants. His cock bulged obscenely against them; it was so long it had been shoved sideways.
Fuck me. Lava surged through Robert’s veins. His cock strained against his pants, but he ignored it in favor of Sonar.
Robert hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of Sonar’s briefs, then pulled them down. Sonar’s cock flopped out and smacked Robert’s arm.
“Jesus Christ,” Robert groaned. “How the hell do you walk around with this thing?”
“Very carefully,” Sonar teased. “Also, I’m a grower.”
Sonar’s cock was tan but darkened to an angry shade of red at the tip. His pelvis was covered in the same grayish-blue fur as his face, and it trailed upward to disappear underneath his shirt. His cock was at least eight inches long and as thick as a beer can. Preucum dripped from the cockhead and dribbled onto the floor.
Robert’s mouth dried. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Sonar’s length. His fingers were barely able to meet his thumb.
“Fuck,” Sonar hissed, bucking his hips.
“Nick fucking cock,” Robert groaned. “Gonna have to get my mouth around it in a sec.”
He stroked Sonar slowly and relished in the grunts and groans he drew from the bigger man’s mouth. Precum oozed from Sonar’s cockhead and leaked onto the ground in a steady stream. Robert’s throbbing dick ached for attention beneath his pants, but he continued to ignore it.
“C’mon, Robert,” Sonar groaned. “Hurry up and get on your knees already…”
Robert squeezed the base of Sonar’s cock. “I’m having a good time just like this.”
Sonar set his hand on Robert’s hip and squeezed. “Please, man. Need to feel those pretty fuckin’ lips around my dick.”
Robert’s heart skipped a beat. He paused and glanced up, meeting Sonar’s gaze. His brows were furrowed, and his milky eyes were narrowed. His chest rose and fell heavily.
The corner of Robert’s mouth quirked upward. “Well, how can I say no when you’re so polite about it?”
A second later, he sank to the ground. The concrete was rough against his knees, but he pushed the discomfort from his mind. He took the base of Sonar’s cock into his hand and gave it a few experimental pumps. Sonar grunted and snapped his hips forward slightly.
“Careful,” Robert warned. “Gotta let me take care of it. You don’t want me to choke, do you?”
“Oh, I absolutely want to choke,” Sonar purred. “C’mon, Robby, get to work for me.”
Robert’s hand stilled, and he pulled his head away. “I’m sorry? I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands here.”
Sonar huffed and glared at Robert. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Uh-huh.” Robert resumed his motion and jerked Sonar slowly.
“C’mon, please,” Sonar groaned. “I wanna feel your hot fucking mouth around me. God, I’ve been jerking off thinking about it for days.”
Robert grinned, then leaned forward. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Sonar’s cockhead. Sonar groaned, and his cock twitched in Robert’s mouth. Salty precum dripped onto Robert’s tongue.
Fuck, that tastes good. Robert dragged his tongue over Sonar’s cocktip to gather the rest of the precum, then swallowed. Sonar grunted and snapped his hips forward, burying an inch or so into Robert’s mouth.
Robert glanced upward and gave Sonar a look. Sonar grinned and shrugged, but kept still.
“You’ve got a hot mouth,” Sonar groaned. “I wanna fuck it so bad, dude.”
You’ll just have to let me set the pace. Robert slowly bobbed up and down on that small portion of Sonar’s dick. His heady taste and scent flooded Robert’s senses and enveloped his brain in a haze of lust.
Could stay down here forever if my knees would let me.
Robert reached under Sonar’s cock with his free hand and tugged Sonar’s balls. Sonar gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. He threw his head back and groaned toward the sky.
“Fuck, keep doing that!” Sonar exclaimed.
Robert took another inch of Sonar’s dick into his mouth, then yanked Sonar’s balls again. As Sonar cried out, he grabbed a handful of Robert’s hair. His grip was firm, but he didn’t try to restrain Robert. Robert huffed and continued forward until he’d swallowed half of Sonar’s dick.
“Goddammit,” Sonar hissed. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
Not yet.
Robert adjusted his position to soothe his aching knees, then relaxed his throat. Sonar’s cock stretched his lips to their limit and crowded his mouth, but he’d barely passed the halfway point. Robert dragged his tongue along the underside of Sonar’s length.
“Y—you gonna keep swallowing, or what?” Sonar grunted. “I’m about to shove the rest of it down your throat.”
Robert rolled his eyes and forced himself forward. Sonar’s dick stretched his throat to the limit, but he refused to choke. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Sonar carded his long fingers through Robert’s hair and smiled.
“There you go,” Sonar said between labored breaths. “You’re almost there, man. You can get the rest of it in, right? You feel so fucking good.”
So do you. Heat bloomed in Robert’s chest, and lava pooled in his stomach. He exhaled through his nose, then forced himself the rest of the way forward.
With a little effort, Robert buried his nose in the thatch of pubic fur at the base of Sonar’s cock. He inhaled deeply and drank in Sonar’s natural scent. Some sort of woodsy cologne was mixed with sweat and smoke. It hit Robert’s senses like a drug and made his neglected dick pulse.
“There you go,” Sonar moaned. “Holy shit, I’ve never had anyone take me to the base before.”
Pride surged within Robert. He swallowed around Sonar and tugged his balls a few times. He moved his other hand around to rest on the swell of Sonar’s ass.
Too bad I can’t get a piece of this right now. Bet it’d be tight as hell.
“R—Robert,” Sonar gasped. “C’mon, you’ve gotta move, man. This isn’t enough.”
Robert huffed but complied. He set a slow pace on Sonar’s cock and swallowed every so often. Salty precum continued to drool from Sonar’s length, filling Robert’s mouth. He drank every drop and let the haze of pleasure consume him.
“God, your throat,” Sonar growled. “Could throatfuck you for hours. Have you under me, keeping my cock warm.”
In your dreams.
Robert dragged his hand over Sonar’s ass, then stopped when something fuzzy brushed the back of it. As his brows furrowed, he moved his hand farther upward. His fingers closed around a fluffy tail.
Oh, holy shit. Robert glanced up at Sonar, raising his brow. Sonar coughed and avoided Robert’s gaze.
“Y—yeah, I’ve got a tail,” Sonar stammered. “Usually stays in my pants. Unless we’re doing something like this, obviously.”
Robert tugged Sonar’s tail lightly, which drew a sharp gasp from the larger man. His dick throbbed and spurted more precum against the back of Robert’s throat. Robert’s chuckle was muffled by the length filling his mouth.
“Keep doing that,” Sonar groaned. “Please.”
There you go. Robert hummed and repeated the motion, which drew another moan from Sonar’s lips. He increased his pace on Sonar’s cock and closed his eyes. He let the fog of lust consume him and guide his impulses.
“Robby,” Sonar grunted. “I’m gettin’ really close.”
Robert immediately stopped his ministrations. He glanced up at Sonar. Sonar had covered his eyes with his free arm. His ears twitched, and his chest heaved with labored breaths. Robert slowly pulled his hands away from Sonar’s body, but didn’t move his head.
What do you want? Do you want to fuck me? You’ve just gotta ask nicely.
Sonar’s grip on Robert’s hair loosened. “I really wanna cum down your throat, but…”
Robert raised his brow and hummed inquisitively. Sonar’s dick pulsed in his mouth. He swallowed the excess precum, which drew another moan from Sonar.
“Okay, okay.” Sonar exhaled shakily. “I wanna fuck you more. Please.”
Robert pulled off Sonar’s dick and wiped his mouth. He massaged his sore jaw and pushed himself to his feet. His knees severely protested the action, making him wince.
“That’s all you had to say,” Robert said. “You’re learning.”
Sonar grabbed Robert’s hips and leaned in. “And you’ve got a tight little throat. Is your hole the same?”
“I guess you’re going to find out,” Robert whispered, his tone sultry.
Sonar swore and closed the gap. He captured Robert’s lips in a fierce kiss. Robert opened his mouth and let Sonar’s tongue inside. As Robert sucked on the large muscle, Sonar’s hands wandered over his body. He cupped Robert through his pants, which drew a low groan from Robert’s lips.
Right there. C’mon, keep it up.
Sonar dragged his palm flat against Robert’s twitching cock. The friction was a blessed relief from the constant need that coursed through his lower body. Precum spurted from his cockhead and soaked his boxer briefs.
Robert broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against Sonar’s chest. “You actually gonna fuck me, or are you just going to make me cum through my pants?”
“Not this time,” Sonar murmured.
Not this time, huh? A thrill of desire ran down Robert’s spine.
“Gotta fuck you properly, first,” Sonar continued. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it for so long.”
“I don’t think fucking me in an alley counts as ‘properly,’” Robert teased.
“I don’t exactly see any better options. We can’t just head back to your place and kick everyone out because we need to bone.”
“I mean, it’s not the worst option,” Robert pointed out.
Sonar’s ears flicked. “You seriously wanna go do that?”
“Oh, absolutely not. There are still worse options, that’s all.”
“Then how are we doing this?”
Robert hummed and stroked his chin. As he glanced at the brick wall behind Sonar, an idea formed in his mind. He grinned and met Sonar’s gaze.
“First, I’m going to finger myself open,” Robert said. “Then you’re going to pick me up and fuck me against the wall. If you’re strong enough, that is.”
Sonar moaned and surged against Robert. Before Sonar could kiss him, he tilted his head to the side. Sonar growled in frustration, continuing to palm Robert’s bulge.
“That’s the hottest thing you’ve said all night,” Sonar growled. “Lemme get you prepped.”
“With those claws?” Robert glanced at Sonar’s large hands. “I’m not letting you anywhere near my hole unless you want to trim some of them down.”
“I’ll do it for next time,” Sonar replied, his voice betraying no mockery.
Robert snorted. “Well, let’s see if you’re any good at fucking, first.”
“I haven’t had any complaints.”
“You haven’t had any complaints yet.”
Robert couldn’t tell if Sonar rolled his eyes, but given the general air of annoyance, he could assume. Sonar pulled away from Robert and stepped aside. He gestured toward the brick wall with a flourish.
Robert approached the wall, then quickly unbuckled and shoved his pants down, along with his underwear. His cock sprang forth, throbbing and flushed with blood. Despite its average size and girth, Sonar’s length dwarfed it.
Sonar whistled and set his hands on Robert’s hips. “Goddamn, Robby. Knew you had a great ass.”
“Enjoy the show, then.”
Robert stuck a few fingers in his mouth to get them wet, then brought the digits to his rear. He spread one asscheek with his free hand, then circled his index finger around his hole. A thrill of desire snaked through his body, and his blood boiled with lust. He glanced over his shoulder and found Sonar staring at his ass, his cock in hand. While Robert was focused on his hole, Sonar had taken his suit jacket and shirt off and tossed them atop the nearby dumpster.
“Fuck yeah,” Sonar groaned. “Work it open for me.”
Robby relaxed his lower body, then pushed his finger inside his hole. As it stretched slightly, a familiar sting cut through Robert’s pleasure. The lack of proper lube made for a difficult experience, but Robert did his best to push his discomfort aside.
Doing good, Robert. Wish I’d kept a bottle of lube in my back pocket, or something.
“Tell me how it feels,” Sonar said, his voice full of heat. “‘Cause it looks fantastic.”
“Feels all right, so far,” Robert murmured. “Haven’t made it that deep yet.”
Sonar huffed. “Then you should hurry.”
“Why? Afraid we’re going to get caught?”
Sonar glanced toward the alley’s exit. The pair was still shrouded by darkness, and nobody would be able to see Robert unless they peered around a handful of trash cans.
“I’m a little more worried about what the others are gonna think,” Sonar said.
“You were a lot more concerned with fucking me before.” As Robert spoke, he pushed his index finger deeper. “C—could tell ‘em we did get mugged on the way back.”
Sonar chuckled. “Not a bad idea. You’ll look pretty roughed up after I’m done with you, anyway.”
Robert’s dick twitched and leaked precum onto the ground. He then pressed his middle finger against his entrance. It slid in a little easier, but the stretch still stung. More warmth rose to cut through the pain, at least. His cock ached.
Not yet.
Robert pushed his middle finger in as far as he could inside his hole, then spread his fingers. Pleasure shot through his lower body and made him groan. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead against the cool brick wall.
“Fuck,” Robert groaned. “Haven’t done this without lube in a while.”
“You’re doing great, all things considered. Think you’re going to be able to take me?”
“With how much you’ve been dripping, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Robert opened his eyes and craned his neck to drag his gaze over Sonar. “You’re really excited, huh?”
Sonar slowly stroked his cock, his pants pooled around his ankles. A strand of precum hung from his cockhead, but he swiped his thumb over the tip to gather the mess. He then used it as makeshift lube and jerked his slick cock faster.
“Wanna eat you out so bad, Robby,” Sonar growled. “I bet I could make you cum just from my tongue.”
Robert shivered. “Tempting, but not this time. Keep that to your jerk off fantasies.”
“Fuck you,” Sonar grumbled.
“You’ll get the chance in a second.”
Robert shoved his ring finger roughly into his hole. The stretch was much more pronounced, dragging another groan from Robert’s mouth. He slowly fucked himself on his fingers and relished the pleasure that lazily coursed through his lower body.
It wouldn’t take me much to cum like this. Fuck, I really haven’t gotten laid in a while.
“God, that looks so good,” Sonar moaned. “How’s that feel?”
“Really fuckin’ nice,” Robert grunted. “It wouldn’t take much to finish me off like this, but it’s not enough. I’m going to need you inside me. You’re going to fill me up and make me cum.”
“Fuck, yes sir.” Sonar stepped closer and gripped Robert’s hips tightly.
Robert grinned over his shoulder. “Easy, there. Give me a second.”
He continued to work his fingers in and out of his ass. With each push, pleasure flooded his senses. Pressure built in his pelvis, but it hadn’t reached an unbearable level yet.
After he pulled his fingers all the way out, his hole clenched around nothing. He then turned and braced his hands on Sonar’s shoulders. Sonar stared at him, his brows furrowed and his ears twitching.
“You’re going to pick me up and fuck me, remember?” Robert rolled his hips forward and brushed his dick against Sonar’s.
The contact sent a hot spike of lust into Robert’s gut. Sonar growled and picked Robert up by the hips. Robert tightened his hold on Sonar’s shoulders to keep himself steady. A second later, his back pressed against the brick wall.
“You wanted it like this, right?” Sonar asked, his voice strained.
“If you think you can handle it,” Robert challenged.
“Oh, I can handle it.” Sonar thrust his hips upward and brushed his cockhead against Robert’s hole. “Feel that?”
Robert groaned but resisted the urge to grind into Sonar’s dick. The blunt head of his cock continued to nudge and tease Robert’s rim. He was more drunk on lust and pleasure than whatever alcohol still remained in his system.
“Think you’re lubed up enough?” Robert asked.
“Not without some actual lube,” Sonar remarked. “This ain’t gonna be sunshine and rainbows, at least to start.”
“I’ll let you know if I need to stop.” But I probably won’t.
Sonar nodded, then used one hand to keep his cock steady. Despite the one-handed grip on Robert’s entire body, he was stable. Sonar pressed his dick more insistently against Robert’s hole.
Robert took a breath, then relaxed his lower body. “There we go, just slide it in…”
Sonar bucked his hips upward and all but slammed his cockhead inside Robert. His hole stretched wide to fit, but stinging pain erupted throughout his lower body. He cried out and dug his nails into Sonar’s shoulder.
“What the hell, man?” Robert demanded. “I said slide it in, not try to impale me!”
“My bad!” Sonar exclaimed. “Fucking people is kind of hard like this!”
Robert swallowed his annoyance and sighed. He forced his lower body to relax around the sudden insertion. Once he’d adjusted, the sudden pain faded to a dull throb. Sonar’s cockhead pulsed within him.
“Y—you feel really fucking good, though,” Sonar groaned. “So tight.”
“Keep moving, then.” Robert leaned his head against the wall. “Slowly.”
Sonar nodded, then rolled his hips upward. A little more of his cock slipped inside Robert’s hole and stretched it even wider. He hissed and gritted his teeth, but the pain passed much more easily this time. His dick throbbed and leaked precum onto his stomach. He rucked his shirt upward to keep it from getting stained.
“You’re torturing me, man,” Sonar grunted. “I need to go faster.”
“You can wait. I don’t want to limp into work on Monday. Keep going slow.”
Sonar huffed but complied, pushing his cock a little deeper. As Robert’s insides stretched, warmth masked the pain. He focused on the pleasure that sluiced through his body, then wrapped his hand loosely around his aching cock.
“Been thinkin’ about fucking you for weeks,” Sonar groaned. “I’ve jerked off almost every night just thinking about how good your hole would feel.”
“Does it live up to the hype?” Robert asked between grunts.
Sonar leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Robert’s shoulder. “All of that and more. It’s like a goddamn vice, and it’s so hot.”
Pride surged within Robert. His ego didn’t need to be stoked, but Sonar’s words hit the right spots. He clenched hard around Sonar, which drew a choked moan from the larger man.
“Not cool,” Sonar gasped. “Oh, fuck, lemme move.”
“Do it, then. Give me some more.”
Sonar tightened his grip on Robert and snapped his hips upward. A few more inches of his cock buried themselves in Robert’s hole. As Robert gasped, lava coiled in his gut. He squeezed the base of his dick to keep himself from shooting too early.
It still wasn’t enough. Sonar hadn’t hit his sweet spot, which left an itch within him that hadn’t been satisfied. He gritted his teeth and hooked his legs around Sonar’s middle.
“Hurry it up,” Robert growled.
Sonar paused and raised a brow. “But you said—”
“And now I’m saying I want you to fuck me!”
Sonar tightened his grip and thrust his hips upward, burying the rest of his cock inside Robert. All at once, Sonar’s length split Robert apart and jabbed his prostate. Every nerve in Robert’s body lit up with nearly unbearable pleasure. He threw his head back and cried out toward the sky.
“Fuck, Sonar!” Robert shouted.
“Call me Victor,” Sonar moaned between brutal thrusts. “Wanna hear you say my name while I’m filling you up.”
Sonar’s pace was brutal and left no room for rest. With each roll of his hips, his dick brushed Robert’s sweet spot and sent sparks through his body. Precum spurted from his cocktip and formed a clear pool on his pelvis.
Fuck, I’m not gonna last long at this rate…
“Keep clenching around me like that,” Sonar growled between thrusts.
Robert gritted his teeth and did his best to clench around Sonar. Each time he dragged his cock out, Robert squeezed, wrenching broken groans from Sonar’s lips. Robert dug his fingers into Sonar’s shoulders and creased his suit.
“B—better than I ever thought it’d be,” Sonar groaned. “Didn’t think you would want me…”
Robert’s heart squeezed. He cracked his eyes open and observed Sonar’s face. His brows were pinched, but his eyes were filled with vulnerability. Despite the haze of need that consumed Robert, a jab of sympathy shot through him.
“I was never…fuck, never gonna go for those two,” Robert grunted. “Wasn’t totally sure you swung this way.”
“Guess we’re full of surprises.”
Sonar then snapped his hips upward and buried his cock to the hilt. His balls slapped against Robert’s ass and made him cry out. The pleasure inside his body was overwhelming and forced out every thought that wasn’t about Sonar.
“Not gonna last much longer,” Robert groaned. “Fuck, you’re so damn good.”
“I know,” Sonar replied, his tone smug despite his labored breathing. “Goddamn, I’m about to blow. Do you want me to—”
“You’re going to fill me up,” Robert interrupted, his tone sharp. “If you don’t, we’re going to have some serious problems.”
Sonar smirked, then adjusted his grip to grab Robert’s hips. His claws bit into Robert’s skin and left shallow marks. The slight pain compounded Robert’s pleasure and pushed him to the brink.
“Better hang on, Robby.”
A second later, Sonar pulled almost all the way out, then slammed his hips upward, burying his length inside Robert in one swift motion. Ecstasy cut through Robert’s body. His nerves buzzed, and lava shot through his veins.
“Fuck, Victor!”
Robert gripped his weeping cock and stroked it in time with Sonar’s brutal thrusts. He set an overwhelming pace that made Robert’s vision blur at the edges. Sonar’s low moans were music to his ears. With each thrust, Sonar’s cock slammed into Robert’s prostate.
“C’mon, Robert,” Sonar snarled. “I know you wanna cum. Fuckin’ do it, baby. Let go.”
His words, accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust, sent Robert over the edge. With a shout, Robert’s cock pulsed. Cum spilled from his cock and coated his stomach in white streaks.
Holy shit… Robert’s vision darkened. He tightened around Sonar’s throbbing cock.
After a few more thrusts, Sonar buried his dick inside Robert once more and snarled. While he sank his teeth into Robert’s neck, his cock throbbed uncontrollably within Robert. Warmth spread through his insides.
Robert’s orgasm was a typhoon that swept through his nervous system. His cock continued to spill seed onto his stomach. Sonar’s shallow thrusts kept him in that pleasurable high for a few more moments, but eventually, he stilled.
Robert’s climax faded into gentle aftershocks. As he opened his eyes, a breathless chuckle escaped his mouth. He sighed and leaned his head against the brick.
“Holy shit,” Robert breathed.
Sonar let go of Robert’s neck, then dragged his tongue over the wound. “Jesus, Robby. Don’t think I’ve cum that hard, like, ever.”
“You and me both.”
Robert’s legs quivered. He glanced at the sticky mess on his stomach and grimaced. None of his cum had splashed onto his shirt, but it was still a hell of a thing to clean up.
Before he could decide on a course of action, Sonar leaned down and dragged his tongue through Robert’s cum. Robert’s breath hitched, and his dick twitched in interest.
“What the hell are you doing?” Robert asked.
Sonar glanced up, his tongue coated in Robert’s seed. He swallowed and wiped his chin.
“Just cleaning you up,” Sonar said. “Can’t have you walking into the liquor store all wet, right?”
Robert huffed and resisted the urge to smile. “Fine, continue.”
Sonar quickly licked the rest of Robert’s cum up. Once Robert was clean, Sonar pulled his softening cock from Robert’s ass. A jolt of pain cut through his afterglow and pulled him back to reality. Some cum spilled from his hole onto the ground.
Eugh. This’ll suck to clean up later.
Sonar quickly pulled Robert’s pants up. Robert tucked his cock back into his underwear, then zipped his pants up and rebuckled. Sonar then gently set him down. His legs continued to shake, so he leaned heavily against the wall.
“Gonna make it?” Sonar teased.
“Think so.” Robert straightened. “I’m gonna be so goddamn sore this weekend.”
Sonar smirked. “Any regrets?”
Try as Robert might to find one, he couldn’t. He shook his head, which made Sonar’s smile soften. Sonar wrapped his arm around Robert’s shoulders and pulled him close.
“You’ll need to pull your collar up,” Sonar murmured. “Everyone’s gonna know, otherwise.”
“I’m pretty sure they’ll know no matter what.” Robert glanced at his watch. “We’ve been gone for a half hour and counting.”
Sonar winced. “The mugging excuse sounds pretty good right now.”
“Let’s get that beer and try it out.” Robert stretched his stiff legs. “We can workshop it on the way back.”
“Sounds good.”
As the pair left the alley, Sonar kept his arm around Robert’s shoulders. He inhaled Sonar’s distinct scent and smiled, his body relaxing. His heart fluttered, and his breath caught in his throat.
Fuck.
This isn’t going to be a one-time thing with him.
Somehow, the thought didn’t bother Robert. He leaned a little closer to Sonar.