[Basically all smut here folks. There's a slight dom/sub dynamic so just skip to the description at the bottom if smut isn't your thing. You won't be missing much in terms of plot.]

Long, nimble fingers brushed fire into his veins. Soft lips were rough against his own. Teeth nipped and caused little bursts of pain that felt glorious with the gentle stroking hands. Cio wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since high school, but he felt woefully inadequate. His hands were unsure, a little shaky, while Richard’s stroked down his sides with confidence. Richard dominated the kiss. Cio was just holding on and letting himself be taken for the ride.

 Richard maneuvered him around and backed him up until his legs hit the side of the bed. Cio took the hint and clambered backward until he reached the pillows. Richard crawled forward, all lithe grace and smooth movements. His white shirt strained at the buttons as he held himself over Cio’s body. 

Cio’d worked hard to lose weight over the past several years and was proud of where he was, but seeing those effortless motions call back all of his old insecurities. 

Richard slid into place between Cio’s thighs. Cio instinctively tightened his legs around Richard’s waist. Warm lips found his neck and he tilted his head to allow more access. The heat from before had dwindled at the resurgence of his insecurities, but Richard was expertly bringing it back.

Richard shoved Cio’s shirt up and the first touch of his slightly calloused fingertips running up his bare side had Cio gasping and barely holding back a moan. He would have been embarrassed by his strong reaction if not for the way Richard’s movements froze then gripped him tight. His teeth sank into Cio’s neck in a delightful sting and Cio’s arms flew up to wrap around Richard. 

Richard got Cio’s shirt off and reached down to unbutton his jeans, but Cio pulled on Richard’s shirt before he could get them undone. Richard sat back on his heels and unbuttoned his shirt. His slacks were tented. His eyes, dark with desire, never left Cio’s as he slowly bared his smooth chest. A vague outline of abs were visible. Cio wanted to suck marks onto each gentle bump of his stomach. Then he was shrugging the shirt off and falling back onto Cio.

Cio thought it was good before. Now, bare chest to bare chest, hard stomach to soft, it was amazing. Richard thrust against him. His slacks rasped against the rough denim of Cio’s jeans.

Time slowed as Richard’s hips lazily ground against his and Richard’s lips traced patterns of fire down his chest. Cio was lost in the whirlwind of sensation that he’d never felt before. Nothing in his past compared to how Richard was making him feel. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, though he’d had drunk hookups before. Maybe it was the way Richard’s eyes latched onto his as he unbuttoned, unzipped, and slowly pulled Cio’s jeans down his thighs.

Yeah, ok. It was for sure the way he held eye contact.

The tension in the room thickened as Richard’s mouth hovered over Cio’s achingly hard dick. There was a brief second where Richard looked unsure, as though he were about to pull away.

Cio could feel himself losing his chance with Richard. A desperate whine escaped him. Richard licked his lips. A hot puff of air gusted across his dick. “Please, Richard,” his voice rasped out. Cio thrust up, just enough so the head of his dick brushed against Richard’s lips. “Please.”

That seemed to be the magic word. The unsurety in Richard’s gaze was gone. Pure lust stared at Cio as his lips closed over the head of his cock. Cio thrust up again, instinctively looking for more. More heat. More pressure. More.

Richard’s hands gripped his thighs and pushed them apart and down. Cio took a second to thank god for the free yoga sessions he’d been taking advantage of before he lost all ability to think past the sensation on his dick.

Richard was skilled. He took Cio to the base without hesitating. Cio fisted his hands in the bedspread to stop from reaching down for Richard’s head. He squirmed and tried to get Richard to speed up, but Richard kept it slow and steady. He pulled off and nipped Cio’s inner thigh. Cio moaned at the sharp sting of pleasure. When he went back to sucking Cio’s dick, he wasn’t playing around anymore.

Cio watched his dick disappear down Richard’s throat and too soon, he felt the edge approaching. “Richard, wait.” Richard sucked harder. Cio gasped and screwed his eyes shut as he fought the pressure coiling low in his belly. He didn’t want to finish down Richard’s throat. “Stop,” he pleaded.

Richard popped off his dick. Cio watched a line of spit connect Richard’s lips to the tip of his dick stretch then break. Richard’s hands left Cio’s thighs. Cio sucked in several lungfuls of air as he tried to step back from falling off the edge. Richard was watching him with unsure eyes again.

Cio smiled at him. He wasn’t caught in the storm anymore. It wasn’t just holding on for the ride and letting Richard do as he wanted. “I want you to fuck me.” Finally, Cio was able to knock Richard off kilter. “My wallet, there’s a condom in there.”

Richard’s eyes darkened. “Flip over.”

Cio hurried to obey. Strong hands pulled him up on his knees and a suggestion of a push had him dropping his arms so his hips tilted up in the air. He should feel exposed, vulnerable. He didn’t. 

“Stay still, just like that.” Richard’s voice, roughened and low, had him whimpering. Then the bed shifted as Richard got off. Cio stayed as he was, though he had no doubt Richard would mind if he moved, he wanted Richard to see him obeying.

It wasn’t long, listening to the rustle of clothing and a drawer sliding open then shut, then the bed dipped again and Cio’s breath caught. Richard didn’t waste time. His hands, a mesmerizing mix of calloused and soft, ran up Cio’s thighs. He hesitated when both were resting on Cio’s ass. Cio pushed up into the touch, encouraging more.

Warm lips landed on Cio’s lower back. Anticipation curled tight in Cio’s stomach as the lips slowly moved lower. Richard paused and Cio whined. “It’s ok. Please.” Cio pushed back again. Richard accepted Cio’s words.

Wet heat slowly traced down the swell of his ass, then turned until it got to his hole. It circled, teasing more than anything, but it worked. Cio was breathless with need as Richard steadily increased pressure. There was a snapping click noise of a lube bottle shutting, then a wet finger joined the tongue. Cio couldn’t stop the pleas for more. He humped back onto the finger and cried out as another one was added. He was loose and relaxed as Richard scissored his fingers. The third finger burned in the best way as it was added. He hissed in a sharp breath and Richard paused.

“No, keep going.” Fuck. He’d never heard himself sound so desperate. Richard still hadn’t moved. “Please, come on.” He wiggled his hips.

There was a low growl behind him, and Richard thrust all three in at once. Cio cried out and pushed back onto them. Richard’s movements were quicker now. Rougher. As though he couldn’t control himself much longer either. Cio jumped when he felt teeth nip his ass cheek, then let out a low moan.

Could he ask…? Would Richard think it was weird? He bit his lip, then decided, fuck it. He wanted it and he wanted Richard to do it. “Spank me?” Richard froze. His fingers were in as deep as they could go. Cio held his breath as he waited for an answer. He got it in a sudden, stinging smack to his left ass cheek. “Fuck. Yes,” he hissed. “Harder?”

Two rapid slaps had Cio arching his back and crying out. His mind was slipping into a fog that could only focus on the now stinging ass cheek and the three fingers stretching him out. He whined at the loss when the fingers disappeared. “How?” There was a note of desperation in Richard’s voice that just turned Cio on further. “Like this? On your back?”

Oh god. Cio had to make a choice. He could barely think past ‘yes please’ and Richard wanted him to choose. “Whatever. Anything, just fuck me.”

Richard’s thighs pressed up warm against Cio’s. His cock rubbed against his crack. The head snagged on the rim of Cio’s loosened hole then slid past. “Fuck,” Richard cursed quietly. There was a crinkled of foil, a ripping sound, and a short loss of contact before the blunt head of Richard’s dick was pushing steadily into Cio.

Cio let out a slow breath. Richard had prepped him well, but his dick was big. It burned. Cio reveled in the feeling. He wanted the reminder tomorrow. Whenever he moved, he wanted to remember every moment of this. Richard pushed in until Cio could feel Richard’s hips fitting snug against his backside. He pulled out slow, then thrust in. He set a steady pace that had Cio losing his breath and tense anticipation coiling low in his belly. Cio reached down to tug on himself. He braced himself as Richard’s hand released his hip and landed a stinging smack on his right ass cheek this time.”Yes!” His dick throbbed in his hand. “Again, please. Faster.”

Richard obliged. Two hard smacks in a row. Cio pulled rough on his dick and shouted Richard’s name as he came on the bedspread. As he came down from his high, he could hear Richard’s breath catching in his throat. Then, in a low voice, a murmured, “Cio.” Richard tensed up and Cio felt his dick throb inside him once, twice, three times.

They stayed connected for a couple of heartbeats. Cio’s brain was still pleasantly mushed. His skin felt like it was vibrating. Richard carefully pulled out, then Cio felt cautious fingers exploring his hole again. “I’ll need a couple minutes,” he muttered.

Richard let out a soft chuckle and pressed a gentle kiss into his lower back. Cio let Richard pull him over so he was laying on his side. Richard wrapped an arm around his chest and pressed kisses into his hair. “Do you like your hair pulled?”

Cio hummed. “Love it.”

“Next time, then.”

A small thrill shot through him at the idea of next time, but next time wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon. He was still floating in his post-orgasm zone. He was warm with Richard spooned up behind him. The gentle designs Richard was drawing on Cio’s chest lulled him to sleep in minutes.

He didn’t sleep for very long, just a couple hours, but he slept deeply. Richard had pulled a blanket over them at some point and was holding him close. Cio hummed contentedly and burrowed in deeper to the blankets, content to stay right there. Richard’s arm tightened around him for a second, then he released and rolled away. 

Cio’s self-consciousness returned in an instant. He sat up and winced at the dull throb of pain. “I should probably head home. Sorry for falling asleep.” He didn’t want to get kicked out. It was better, for him at least, to say it first. Make it seem like it was his idea to leave all along.

Richard gave him a tight smile from where he sat on the side of the bed. He was wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs and nothing else. Cio wished he could take the time to take in the view of his long body, all lean muscles, on display, but it didn’t feel like the appropriate action right then. No, all he could do was lean over to snag his pants from the ground and pull them up. “You could stay, if you want.”

Cio could almost hear the reluctance in Richard’s voice so he steadied his own voice and said, “No, I shouldn’t. My roommate’s probably worried about where I’m at.” He didn’t have a roommate, but Richard didn’t need to know that. “I don’t stay out all night, usually.” Wow, Cio. Great job announcing you’re a loser. He kept his mouth shut as he finished pulling on his clothes. 

When he turned back around, Richard had a pair of sweatpants on that rode low on his hips. Cio swallowed and pulled his eyes away from the sharp V of Richard’s hip bones. Cio gestured uselessly towards the door and Richard followed him to it. “Are you feeling all right?”

Cio blinked then realized he wasn’t talking emotionally. “Oh, yeah. I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve bottomed, but you, ah,” Cio cleared his throat and fought his blush, “you did a good job getting me ready. Minimal pain right now.” And what discomfort he did have, he wanted, so there were no complaints coming from Cio.

Richard frowned at him. Cio shifted, uncomfortable. “All right then. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“Nah, I’ll Uber.” He patted his pockets to verify, again, that he had his phone and wallet. He reached for the handle then paused to glance back at Richard. Richard was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, a slight frown on his lips. Cio smiled at him. “I had a good time, thanks.”

Richard’s frown deepened. His brows pulled down for half a second, then he was pushing off the wall and striding forward. He tangled his hand into Cio’s hair, a couple strands pulled and caused his cock to stir in interest. His eyes stared into Cio’s then he tugged so Cio’s head was tilted back and crashed his lips into Cio’s.

It was so easy to lose track of everything else and get lost in kissing Richard. Cio relaxed into the attention and regretted not accepting the invitation to stay. Richard pulled back and Cio blinked at the loss. He freed his hand from Cio’s hair and stepped away. “Thanks for tonight.”

That was as good of a dismissal the Cio was going to get. He smiled at Richard and left the room. He waited for his Uber on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. The night had cooled off enough that Cio was partly wishing for a jacket.

 He’d never had a connection like that with someone, never had sex that felt that good. Even though that was probably the last time he’d see Richard, he wasn’t upset. It would be a good memory to keep with him.