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It was a rather hot summer day, and the businessman's pilot boyfriend just came back to the apartment from his duty as a fighter pilot.
Angus expected that he'd be teasing him for, at most, getting a sweat stain on his shirt and smelling sour, but when the purple man grabbed the door handle and twisted it to reveal a sight that made his small eyes blow wide open and his jaw slack, that expectation was quickly forgotten. Contrary to his expectations, what stood before him was the tall figure of his boyfriend, Steven, fanning himself and not wearing his usual military jacket, so his biceps were on absolute full display in a just white sleeveless vest as he swept a hand through his mohawk, pushing it back.
Angus's usual smile turned strained as his eyes bulged and followed the bead of sweat that trickled down his forehead to his chin, then his neck where it followed more watery beads down his collarbone where it unexpectedly dripped towards his exposed armpit. It was a plentiful sight of curly black hair that tangled in on itself in a bush, and the sweat that it absorbed made it glow a slight sheen.
At this point, Angus also felt hot. However, unlike the sweaty Steven who exhaled in sweaty pants, Angus's entire face turned red and there was an uncomfortable tenting in-between his legs from something big straining to be let out of its satin confines.
"No welcome home for me, 'Gus?" Steven teased after having finally caught his breath, wiping the back of his neck with his palm.
Angus blinked like someone just flipped a switch in his system, waking him up as he balanced his foot on another. Luckily, the pinstripe pattern made it actually hard to tell the bulge that was growing between his legs, but it was still uncomfortable having something strain against his pants so he had to adjust. He cleared his throat and spoke in an equally strained voice, "Welcome home, caro mio-! It's rather hot today, isn't it?"
Steven tilted his head to the side, letting more drops of sweat trickle unfairly down his neck and onto his shoulder where it glistened on his tanned skin next to the mole Angus liked to touch---and God help him because he tried- he really tried, to avert his gaze from there, but his eyes betrayed his mind and followed another small bead of perspiration drip down towards the inside of his vest anyway. He imagined some of that sweat sticking to his cloth while the rest smoothly glided over his nipple and he wanted nothing more than to take that bud into his mouth and suckle on it.
"You're staring there pretty intensely, babe," Steven teased and stepped into the apartment before the door could automatically close back on him. "Something the matter, love?"
Angus stepped back but his boyfriend stepped forward anyway and pinned him to the wall next to him before pressing up against him. He could feel the outline of Angus's cock straining against his pants, seeking contact with Steven's skin, which made him smirk. "Oh, so that's why."
"D-Don't tease me, mi amore," Angus chided, but the stammer in his voice made it hard to actually take him seriously. And with the way Steven was slotted between his legs, he found it difficult to add any actual bite to his words when he was too busy trying hard not to give away the throbbing of his member beneath the fabric as well. "It's quite embarrassing…"
"You're acting as if we don't do this on the weekly, 'Gus." Steven snorted and firmly held Angus in place by the shoulders. "Did the sight of my handsome face turn you on that much?"
Angus sighed exasperatedly and averted his gaze --- only for it to land squarely on his chest which he had a good view of from this angle. Just as he imagined, there was sweat dripping down his torso and a specific bead of it rested against his areola, stopped from its descent by the dark peak of one of his nipples. It made Angus's breath hitch in his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.
"Angus, babe? You in there?"
Sensing Steven's obliviousness to this newfound kink of his, he finally grabbed the collar of his white shirt and looked him in the eyes. "Take this off, Steve. I need you."
Steven's lips parted in a soft gasp before he gazed down at Angus's hand bunched around his shirt, intending to lift it. "As you wish, sweet cheeks." He lifted his arms and Angus quickly got to work---taking off his shirt so quickly and enthusiastically that it made Steven snort. "Pfft- slow down, babe-" But his tone quickly evaporated into an audible moan when the wrinkled fabric was thrown to the ground and Angus took his nipple to his hot mouth, tasting salt around the areola. "Mmmghh… Damn, Angus…" When Angus was done sucking on that nipple, he moved to the other, rolling his tongue along the side of his nipple while his hands were flat on his stomach, caressing the lines of his toned muscles with his palm. His tongue travelled along the planes of his torso, tracing the line of sweat that dripped down his chest to his stomach, stopping near his boyfriend's happy trail.
Angus's eyes fixed intensely on Steven's sweatpants with pupils glazed over from the image of sweat beading there too and glistening his boyfriend's cock. Steven noticed, of course, how couldn't he when his boyfriend was looking hot all bothered and panting over his cock? Returning the favor from Angus taking off his shirt earlier, Steven hooked his thumbs on the inside of his pants and pushed it down, freeing his cock that was leaking at the tip with pre-cum. Angus took in the sight of the veins that pulsed rhythmically around his throbbing shaft ---one of the few sights he could never get used to except this time it was--- glistening from his sweat that coated it all over.
They wasted no time---Steven pushed Angus down onto his knees and ever the eager one, Angus grabbed hold of Steven's dick and began stroking it between smooth palms, even as his knees crashed onto the floor and a stinging cold bit his kneecaps. The former groaned when the latter took his member into his mouth and looked up at him with beady black eyes and a vibrant red dusting his fair skin. Scents of sweat and cedarwood permeated the air as Angus took him deeper and Steven grabbed hold of his hair, curling his fingers around his strands and pulling on it painfully. Pain only seemed to fuel Angus, however, as his tongue rolled around the shaft while his head bobbed back and forth, catching hints of something salty and sweet.
One of his hands remained wrapped around the base of Steven's cock, stroking what Angus could not yet reach with his throat while the other was cupping his balls and alternating between each testicle. When he felt Steven's shaft tense up and his balls begin to tighten, Angus sucked on his dick faster, almost gagging every time the tip reached the back of his throat but never letting that stop him from pulling and pushing his dick back into his mouth --- he needed Steven to cum into his mouth and fill his orifice with his sticky white seed like the slut he was for his boyfriend.
However, before that could actually happen, Steven pulled his cock out of his mouth completely with a 'pop' and turned Angus around to face the wall before bending him over and smoothly sliding his pants down his legs along with his boxers. When it pooled at Angus's feet, Steven grabbed his cock and teased his boyfriend's prostate with it while the other hand snaked around his waist and wrapped around the lanky man's freed cock. In comparison to the wide, veiny manhood pressing against his asshole, Angus's cock was thin and smooth---already a snug fit in only one of Steven's calloused hands. The pilot stroked the businessman's cock methodically and slowly, thumbing the tip and streaking pre-cum all over the shaft when it pulled back around the base, while his hips rolled in circles and lubricated the outside of his rectum with the spit that had gathered on his tip from the earlier blowjob.
"Annhhh…!" Angus cried out as Steven grabbed his waist and pushed in a single inch of his manhood inside of his ass, clenching hard around him. Steven's sweat dripped onto Angus's back and rolled down his sweat-proof purple jacket onto his ass, as he gritted his teeth and pushed another inch in. He bottomed out after only three inches of his cock making it inside of Angus's tight hole, only half of what he was endowed with, and began pounding into him from behind without so much as proper pacing---just devillish speed and consistency in every thrust that only a disciplined fighter pilot in the army could have. Angus arched with every thrust that bottomed out into his bussy, and made uncontrollable noises as Steven simultaneously stimulated his cock with strong pumps that made his knees want to give out from under him.
The helpless businessman's nails raked into the regal wallpaper in front of him as he struggled to keep himself standing whilst looking back at his behind and biting his lip at the head of Steven's manhood disappearing into his hole with every thrust. And when Steven managed to push in another inch and hit a spot that made Angus's eyes roll to the back of his head and cover his entire vision with white, he let out an unholy sound that encouraged Steven to speed up.
"Steve--- I'm cum- cumming-!" Steven panted as he pumped Angus's cock even as it started to leak and squirt out white sticky spurts that drippped down his shaft and onto his hand. When Angus began to spasm in his hold, the pilot slammed inside until he hit the spot Angus liked so much and froze in place. He grunted as thick white oozed from his cock and started filling Angus to the brim. "Oughhhh~!" Angus's knees finally gave out and he dropped to his knees, cum leaking out of his used hole onto the carpeted floor. Steven merely wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and let out a huge sigh, "Whew… That was more of a workout than our usual morning drills." His eyes looked around at the sticky mess and his nose scrunched up at the smell of sex permeating the air. "That's gonna take some manual dry cleaning."
"You- hah… you said it, caro mio." Angus panted, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips even after their exhausting intercourse. "You looked… heh… really good with all that sweat dripping off of you, I couldn't help myself…"
"Sweat-? Oh… So that's what you were going all bug-eyed on me for, Angy." Angus narrowed his eyes at the nickname which made Steven chuckle. "I thought you'd find it pretty… whoop- disgusting that I'd come here all sweaty like this. My pops was up there hogging the bathroom all to himself and I didn't want to wait an hour more to see your pretty face, love."
"You made the right call," Angus chuckled and looked back at Steven to find that he looked even hotter now with more sweat dripping down the side of his neck and his forehead from the intense sex. And oh- what he would give to have himself pressed against his bare and sweaty torso this time. When Steven noticed the smolder of his gaze and his previously ragged breath turning shallow, a knowing glint in his eyes sparkled and he carried Angus over to the next room that they'll be defiling.