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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 02:00 AM
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Abel was all too aware of the effect he could have on Dorien when he put the right 'oomft' into his advances and he needed the familiarity right then. It wasn't just that he wanted to remind himself that he knew he could do it but partially that he was looking for reasons to fuck the guy. Maybe it was fucked up that he had just dismissed the notion of something being 'off' and jumping straight to marking Dorien with a hickey on that erotic fuckin' 'v' thing he had going on that almost forced his eyes straight to the guy's crotch… but so what? He was a huge fucking tease for Dorien just as much as the guy teased him. For instance, the way Dor had purposefully teased him during their last ride. It was a game to them or some shit and Abel had just won himself a round with that stunt.

He could tell by the way the chair was tipped on two legs so their lips could meet, the heat with which they did could have rivaled the sun. It didn't stop with the kiss though, his hands sliding up the other's chest as he continued tipping backward in the guided chair. He trusted Dorien not to drop him and was to busy groping him through that tight ass shirt anyway, his mouth still busy with the other's. When he was flat on the ground with Dor hovering over him and his hand slipping over his bruise. No, pressing into that bruise. It hurt… but it felt god damned GOOD too and he hadn't been expecting that. A half whine, half growl, erupted from his lips, still meshed with the other's, and his hips rocked upwards which increased the pressure. "Fottimi."* The Italian phrase something he'd picked up from being around the Spade's so long but he'd never used it before… He wasn't sure that he'd ever been so turned on before either. Screw it. Pain was a kink he could live with.

After, somewhat awkwardly, moving the chair from under him, Abel's hands scratched over the fabric covering the man's chest down to begin undoing the button of his jeans. Fucking sex, now!


*Fuck me

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Dorien Spade
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 02:29 AM
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Holy hell. Jesus Christ. "Così caldo" Was murmured out as a reply mingled with a distinct groan. God. He couldn't help it. This was not helping that strange feeling he'd had earlier. Fucking... perfect fucking Italian on Abel's lips was lust worthy. That had been- mmm, so, so right. And Dorien was fairly sure he knew what had caused it because he had nearly jerked his hand back out of shock. Thankfully his, well, horniness, over-road everything else. "Ho intenzione di fotterti," He growled, not knowing or caring how much Italian Abel had apparently picked up over the years. It was fucking hot. He began to kiss down his partner's jaw to his neck, biting him teaseingly as his hand smoothed over the large bruise on his abdomen. His other hand had already found the hem of Abel's basketball shorts and after issuing another bite, this time harder than what he usually would have, Dorien sat back on his knees and pulled the other's shorts off, "Fottere tu
così difficile i tuoi vicini sentiranno!"

The shorts were tossed aside and assisted in getting his own pants undone if Abel's fingers stalled any. Sex. Now. No more waiting. He pushed his jeans down to his thighs and spit into his palm, biting his lip as he gripped his already willing and ready erection, guiding himself to press into Abel none too gently. He said he'd fuck him so hard his neighbors were going to hear-- he planned to make good on that too. Rough, hard, painful- within limits. He thrusted forward twice before slipping his hands beneath Abel's ass and hoisting him up, putting the other's arms around his neck. He growled again, hands falling back to Abel's hips and forcing him down onto his cock, biting his lip before commanding, "Guidalo come se lo odi."

Even if Abel hadn't learned that much Italian, Dorien was sure the body language was universal.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 03:08 AM
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Fifteen.

Abel had been fucking Dorien since he was fifteen years old and by now he had a pretty good grasp on what the other man liked. Not that seducing Dor was overly complicated to begin with (no offense) but Abel knew what cards to play and when to get exactly what he wanted from the man. Which was usually just sex, but Christ… that spark they had was like a fucking drug and the moment he'd started that mark on Dorien's abs they'd be thrown into motion towards fuck-town and no way in hell were either of them interrupting the journey… of even trying to.

"Cosi caldo." He knew that one and wasn't arguing the matter one bit. The next few phrases went over his head translation wise but he got the meaning of them pretty well by the way his pants were nearly ripped off as Dor kissed and teased his neck. The attention he was getting was simply magnificent but he wasn't letting anything distract him from popping the button on those jeans and helping the man shimmy them down enough to be out of the way. "Cosi caldo." He mirrored the words 'so hot' as Dor bit at his lower lip, he fucking melted for that look… not that he was in the business of admitting that but it was just… So hot!

As Dor pushed into him his hips rose, back arching as he moaned loudly. He hadn't understood the promise to make the neighbors hear but he had no doubt that they absolutely would if this kept up. Another. "Merda," The word a drawn out moan as he was shifted onto the other's lap and forced roughly downward. The translation again was lost but he knew what Dorien had meant and he wasn't about to disobey a command like that. Not even a cast was going to stop him from riding that dick better than anyone ever had before. His arms anchored around the man's neck for support also allowed for a serious of lust-filled kisses and nips… hell, Dor might be leaving with more than one hickey at that rate but he doubted either of them cared at that point. No, he had one goal at that point. "Voglio che tu lo faccia per me" He panted breathily, putting his all into bouncing over Dor's dick and moaning plenty loud enough to give the neighbors cause to suspect domestic abuse of some shit… he didn't care, he was on a whole different level right then.

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Dorien Spade
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 03:22 AM
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Pffft. Cast be damned. At this point Dorien was taking no mercy on Abel--- except if he used their safe words. Guawh, if Abel could have gotten any hotter. There was just something about hearing Italian slip from his lips that was a total turn on. Mean Italian in general was nice to hear during sex, but... fuck, coming from Abel?? Top of the fucking list. He shifted, letting Abel bounce until he made a request-- in fucking Italian. Dorien could have melted with the other's moans. He shifted until he were sitting on the floor, then slowly leaned back and smoothed his hands along Abel's hips, drawing in a slow, deep breath as he watched the other bounce on his cock.

Fucking A.

He let this go on, exhaling, until he slipped a hand up carefully to the same spot he'd pressed down earlier and tipped his head back, lips apart just enough for him to mutter as he groaned, "Chiamami Sacerdote o Gedeone" Either. Either would fucking do. That cat was out of the bag and Dorien wanted to hear Abel panting his stage name by the end of this. He pressed down with his thumb, eyes flicking upward to the other's face and searching for the reaction the inflicted pain would bring. Expecting a positive reaction, Dorien gripped Abel's hips and hoisted him up just enough, propping him up on his knees, before he began to thrust upwards forcibly, pressing into the bruise for a few seconds at a time, letting it up, allowing a respectable gap between times, and then doing it again. He couldn't help but arch his shoulders up as he did, putting his head back and exposing the hickies he'd probably have to explain away, but wouldn't.

Eleven years was a hell of a long time. Here was to hoping there were eleven more to follow.

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Abel Jensen
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Mercy? He had never asked Dorien for mercy and he wasn't about to start now either. Fuck that. Nah, he craved that roughness, needed it, after the heat that had incited their current enthrallment… pfft, it was fucking perfect. The cast was a nuisance at best but nowhere near troublesome enough to even consider calling it quits on riding that dick. Mostly it was the trill, and of course, the sheer pleasure, from fucking Dorien that spurred him onward but a very tiny part refused to accept that the cast was going to prevent him from his favorite past time.

Between the hickey that started it all, the ones he was freckling Dorien's neck with, and the enthusiasm he had while riding the other there was no doubt that this would be a fuck to stand out among fucks. God damn iconic or some shit. Whatever, he was not/i] slowing down and definitely working towards helping Dor fulfill the request he had made. Dorien followed it up with a want of his own. [i]"Chiamami Sacerdote o Gedeone," It needed no translation and the attention that was being refocused on his bruise was perfect. "Gideon." His head rocked back as he moaned the name loudly. "Cazzo… mer-" His word cut off by a loud growling moan as he was thrust into, the feeling in sync with pressuring being applied to that tender spot on his abdomen. "Gideon…" One hand petted over Dor's chest and abs, the other scratching in contrast. "Sacerdote!" Yeah… there was a pretty good chance the cops may show up.

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Dorien Spade
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 10:27 PM
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Fuck. Abel knew how to push those buttons and flip those levers. Dorien was well aware that it didn't take much to kick start him into the mood for sex- he was usually ready for it at the drop of a hat. In fact he was also increasingly aware that he was cranky as fuck without sex. He craved it like the worst of drugs he'd sampled in his life. Day in day out, night, day, while he worked- it even permeated his dreams. On some level this might have been an unhealthy obsession, but so long as everything was legal and consensual who the fuck was it hurting?! Er... never mind the whole... you know, complications of having lost jobs over it before. Whatever. Point was, even if it wasn't needed, Abel knew what he liked. Knew what he craved, knew he was willing to take it to the edge of acceptable.



The secret of his stage name being out was- fuck it was kind of nice. Because hearing Abel comply and moan out his name was fucking... urf. Amazing as hell. He bit his lip as he looked down to Abel again, physically lifting him and bringing him down hard as he impacted upwards. The cast was a nuisance but Dorien was also keeping Abel from doing too much of the work in the bouncing action here- mean pain was good but he didn't want further injury. "Santo inferno*," he groaned between sharp breaths, focusing on the pounding he was delivering rather than responding verbally all that much. He drew his knees up, pushing up with his heels to leverage. Fuuuuccccckkkk. His thumb pressed down again on the bruised abdomen and this time he squeezed, pulling Abel down particularly hard as he thrusted upwards, glaring up at his partner with a devious twinkle in his eye and devilish smirk curling his upper lip.



*Holy Hell

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Abel Jensen
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He liked to think that he was pretty damn exceptional no matter who he was fucking but with Dor it was something else. They had a chemistry and their energies meshed almost perfectly. It wasn't often that he found someone who could round for round with him in the bedroom and not pass out, most people had a few good times and then needed a rest. Dor just needed some struffoli and a well-timed tease apparently. Abel wasn't complaining, he was too busy loving the way Dor felt inside of him and… fucking god, all of it was just so mind-blowingly amazing. It always was with Gideon though.

They'd established a great rhythm, the sound of their bodies colliding only dulled by the moaning that echoed off the walls. Abel was not shy in the slightest bit and if Dorien wanted the neighbors to hear he knew exactly how to draw those loud unabashed moans from the former SEAL. The other's name falling shamelessly from his lips as he lost himself in the ecstasy of the fuck. "Santo inferno," A moan was his reply, his head dropping forward to rest against Dor's shoulder as his breathing became more erratic but he wasn't slowing down any.

"Gideon." He panted before biting sharply into Dorien's shoulder with a growl. The bite only lasted a moment and then his lips found the other's, tasting them feverishly as he twisted fingers in the guy's hair. When he felt that thumb sinking into the tender flesh of his abdomen again and the rough forcing of his hips downward he growled loudly. A shudder of pure pleasure rippled through him and… Jesus Christ, he actually needed a second to recover from the sensation. Tightening his grip on the other's hair he tipped Dor's head back and lavished heated attention on his neck as he fell back into the rhythm they'd had. "Ancora, Gideon." For the love of God please do it again.

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Dorien Spade
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 12:06 AM
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Hey.

That struffoli was fucking cocaine as far as he was concerned.

Again.

Dorien moaned loudly as he was bitten, turning his head to watch the contact of lips to his shoulders. Holy fuck. Neither of them were leaving this unmarked in some way. Mostly him. By the time this was over he was going to have so many fucking spots people were going to think he was a leopard or something. Or just, you know, him. And that he'd had a good fucking time-- - which they would have no idea. He obliged Abel just as their lips met again, feverish kissing the pure icing on the cake. He sucked the other's lower lip into his mouth and bit it hard enough to leave a nice mark behind, pulling Abel down and pressing into the bruise for yet another go around. That spot was going to take way longer to heal.

"Prossimo", That fucking climax was edging closer with every thrust, his body racked again and again with waves of pleasure. His shoulders rolled as he arched up, neck back with the other's fingers curled tightly in his hair. Fuck. Abel knew the perfect moves. He wouldn't have been surprised in the least if the cops were called, but it wasn't really at the forefront of his mind. As he grew closer he continued to thrust, although the rhythm began to screw up, and his other guiding hand had moved from Abel's hips to his dick, squeezing it tightly. He fully intended to milk the other until he had him withering in his hand for a tandem O.

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 12:51 AM
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The only thing better than that struffoli would have been doing a 'bump' of it off of each other somehow but at least the flavor was lingering on each man's lips as they met for that kiss. It was almost a fucking sensory overload or some shit like that because Abel felt like he might actually float out of his body if things kept up at this rate and that would honestly be just fine with him. As long as he got another one of those spine-tingling sensations that had literally rocked him to the point of interrupting his fucking, and that was saying something.

His near plea was met with a hasty reward only this time a rough bite accompanied the motion. The resulting wave of… fuck, it was something like a physical high… it made his body fucking tremble on top of Dorien as a sound he couldn't even begin to describe fell from his lips even as they were pressed to Dor's. "Fuckin' fuck! What're you doing to me…" Not like it was a bad thing but damn he'd never felt anything quite like that… and that stroking was quickly pulling him to the edge, so much so that he'd reverted back to English. He continued bouncing in the not so perfect rhythm for a few more beats. "'M c-…nn cumin'." He managed to warn just seconds before the sensation flooded him and his body rocked again. For a few second he was tense with the 'aftershock' but gradually started to relax, finally releasing his hold on Dor's hair and running his fingers down to rest on those shoulders.

He was content not to move, Dor might actually have to move him if he intended to leave. "You…" Talking around panted breaths wasn't exactly easy. "You need a new shirt… again." He finally managed with a chuckle.

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Dorien Spade
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 01:13 AM
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"Fuckin' fuck! What're you doing to me…" A breathless laugh forced it's way out of Dorien as he smiled broadly against the kiss for a split second, "Ah-ha!"Fucking proud of that he was. He couldn't have kept the laugh or smile, though, because as Abel came he fucking shuttered in his own ecstasy, gripping the other's hips tightly and pulling him into it. "Cazzo," he groaned loudly, lowering his ass down to the tile. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

There was that brief moment of recovery where everything began to settle down and Dorien felt his partner's fingers slip from his hair. He drew in a deep breath, eyes squeezed shut, tensed, and carefully moved Abel up and off his dick before he sighed contently and put his head back again, relaxing. A soft hmm escaped and morphed into a clear 'mmmm' as he smiled, stretching one arm above his head, sighing contently again. "Fuck." He finally got his ass back into English and put his head to the side against his arm, showing off that cross tat, devilish little smirk on his lips again. His left hand smoothed down Abel's chest and came to rest on his thigh, smacking it firmly, "Heh, 'n you need a shower..." he rubbed his thigh, half snorting as he laid his arm over his face and groaned through another smile, "Fucking... Gideon Priest," he couldn't suppress a short, hard laugh, one bark that probably made Abel bounce on his abdomen. "... fuck." He slid his arm up, resting it on his forehead as he looked up to his friend, squinting at him suspiciously. "How long you known that shit?"

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Abel Jensen
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 01:43 AM
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Dorien was something else entirely. The only guy Abel knew who grin like that and chuckle during sex and not kill the mood. He was a fucking fantastic lay even before he'd stumbled across that little trick and Abel would be willing to bet that it'd probably make more appearances now that the secret was out. He didn't mind it one bit, let Dor completely damn disable him with a masochistic kink. Whatever… it was glorious and their unison orgasm was pretty amazing too.

At some point, he wasn't entirely sure when, he'd been lifted off Dor's cock and now straddled the guy's abs, smirking widely down at the other as he worked to catch his breath. "Fuck." Oh good, he was back to English too, Abel wasn't sure he could actually keep up with a conversation in Italian because he was nowhere near that fluent. The playful slap to his thigh earned a growl and Abel's nails raking over the guy's sides as he teased about needing a clean shirt. "Heh, 'n you need a shower…" Abel hummed a small laugh. "'M not on a time crunch though." He reminded as a hand slicked through his hair. "A shower n' a blow dry… these curls are a damn mess." The words were grumbled but his attention soon shifted.

"Fucking… Gideon Priest, …fuck. How long have you known that shit." Abel snorted loudly at the question. "For-fuckin'-ever." The answer gave no real time frame or explanation of how he'd found out but… Dor hadn't asked that shit. Seriously though, Abel was, basically, a closeted gay kid in a small town before he left for the military so of course, he was watching a shit load of porn. It just so happened that he actually knew the star of some of the films. "'S just say, I'd seen you fuck well before you took my v-card." Duh, it's what had started that teenage crush he'd had way back then, but what teenage boy didn't drool over a porn star at one point or another.

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Dorien Spade
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"'M not on a time crunch though." Ah crap, he had nearly forgotten. In true fashion he twisted to the side and felt for his phone in his jeans which were just about around his ankles only now. He sighed, put his head back, and closed his eyes, groaning, "Fuck. Filly's appointment." It wasn't unlike Dorien to forget something and be late- it was an ongoing joke in the family that Dorien would probably be late for his own funeral one day. He brought both hands up to his hair as Abel laughed and confessed he'd been watching Dor fuck long before the v-card was taken. This brought an odd little smirk to Dor's face that was more cattish than anything. Then he sighed again, tucking one hand behind his head. There was so much more to that conversation he'd like to poke at, but he had this fake appointment to get to. Thankfully he was actually a damn good actor and could keep that up.

Fuck... he would have been content to lay there on the floor and pull Abel down ontop of him for some follow up snuggling- something he knew he always caught shit for from Abel when he insisted on it. There was just something about laying cuddled up to someone after sex, light petting, combing, whatever. Kissing, snuggling. But he had a fake appointment to get Colton to and needed to at least act like he was going to go to Colt's after this. And fuck, maybe he would now. He didn't feel the sudden need to drive up to New York and get blitzed- he could just go hang out with Filly and teach his little brother how to choke on a bong instead. Then make some kind of gay joke about it. Because he was a douche.

He bit the corner of his lip and reached up to thumb over Abel's lips, "Get up before I bite you again." He grinned, dropping his hand and patting Abel, offering his other arm as a prop of sorts to get the other started. Mean hell that was an awful lot of bouncing around his thighs and ass had just done. Sex was an amazing work out. "I'm gunna steal a different shirt now 'n run." He looked towards the table, "And rub it in Colt's face that I had some of Mama's struffoli." Mmm!

Filly would be so jealous.

His breathing was still hard, but another deep breath getting sighed out helped to regain his air. Fuck. Man... his fucking lower back hurt now. Sonnva bitch. So fucking worth it though.

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Abel Jensen
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"Fuck. Filly's appointment." Ha, thought so. Not that he wanted Dorien to have to leave or anything but it was amusing that he'd been able to fuck that bit of info right out of the other's head at the very least. Mean, Dor was late for a lot of shit anyway, like their ride for example, but that didn't mean it was going to stop being a running joke anytime soon. Abel waved a hand in teasing dismissal of the appointment. "Jus' tell him you were getting some lessons in Italian." And yeah that was meant to rile Dor a little bit because Abel knew just how much it turned the other on.

As much as he didn't want to lose the company at least he knew he wouldn't be roped into cuddling or any of that sissy shit Dor sometimes liked to pull. It wasn't awful, but like he'd told Tony, Spirits was really the only one he didn't mind it from regularly. Pfffft, he wasn't bringing it up since Dor hadn't asked but… the shower beckoned and he couldn't get there being held against that perfectly sculpted chest…. Shit, no distractions!

"Get up before I bite again." "I might like it." He said with a laugh because it was pretty fucking obvious now that he would, but he got up all the same. It was something of a process but he managed quick enough, listening to Dor talk about his plans to rub it in that he'd had sweets and Colt didn't. "Yeah… well, when ya' see him, tell him to get his ass over here so we can be gimps together." Pffffffffffft. "Drunk gimps." As he found his shorts and struggled into them he eyed Dor with an edge of lust. "You better hurry… or I might try n' screw you some more." Truth!

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Dorien Spade
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"I might like it." Mmm... Mhm. Dorien smirked at him again, then came the process of getting the guy up. "Yeah… well, when ya' see him, tell him to get his ass over here so we can be gimps together." "Pft," He lay there a little longer, hand brushing along a bit of his exposed abdomen, "Cripples." He teased. "You better hurry… or I might try n' screw you some more." He was kind of sprawled out here, on display, wasn't he? Dorien kept eye contact with Abel and teasingly licked his lips before he laughed softly again, moving on to pulling his pants back up. No boxers. Commando again. He arched his back up, closing one eye, "I'm going to feel that later." And shimmied his pants up around his hips before he stood up. He was aware that he might have some marks on his neck, but he didn't have a mirror handy. Instead he lifted the shirt up and looked at his abdomen, turning to the side, "Geeze, what are you a sucker fish?" He joked, then plucked a single struffoli up from the plate and ate it before he zipped his pants up.


"Upstairs then," he motioned, "Walk, ho." He waited until Abel was infront of him to smack his ass firmly. Managing to get upstairs without distraction, Dorien changed shirts, cleaned up a bit, and hung around just long enough for Abel to get out of the shower safely before he ditched for that fake appointment Colton was bound to be late for now, stealing away a different shirt of Abel's this time.

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