No matter how aroused.
With Dylan’s widened stance, they were almost the same size. Alec slotted his erection along the length of Dylan’s ass, the head now just above the top of Dylan’s cleft. Dylan groaned and tipped his hips back, embedding Alec deeper between the cheeks. A pulse of hot pleasure shot from Alec’s cock outward, and his stomach muscles tensed.
“Remember.” Alec managed to keep his voice firm. “You’re not allowed to move.”
“Who knew you were such a tease?”
“Who’s teasing? This is serious.”
Alec began to thrust his hips, slowly sliding his cock along Dylan’s crack. Sweat slicked the way, and Dylan’s hard ass provided incredible friction. Alec’s erection brushed by the puckered hole hidden beneath, up and down, and he longed to pop through that tight ring of muscle. Dylan began to pant, his breathing labored even as the rest of his body remained still, buttocks in just the right position. Alec gritted his teeth, wanting…
He pressed his mouth against Dylan’s hot, salty skin. “The root of the penis is at half the height of man,” Alec murmured.
“Da Vinci measured that?”
“Yes.”
“If he wasn’t gay”—the underside of Alec’s shaft directly skimmed Dylan’s hole, and Dylan groaned, his ass relaxing as if in submission—“he should have been.”
As he continued to thrust, pleasure gripped Alec. Sparks flickered before his eyes and his balls grew tight. He dug his fingers into Dylan’s hips, no doubt leaving bruises as he fought the need to grasp Dylan’s shoulders and plant himself deep inside, lack of condom be damned.
Dear God, what the hell was he thinking?
Alec forced himself to focus and take a step back.
Dylan’s head whipped around. “Wait,” Dylan said, pupils dilated. “Where the heck are you going? You gotta do something.”
Ignoring his thumping pulse, Alec pried Dylan’s fingers from the rack, turned him so he faced Alec, and then repositioned Dylan’s grip on the shelf. “I am.” He used his foot to fix Dylan’s stance.
Dylan spread eagle while facing Alec was worlds better because Dylan’s hard cock curved and strained upward, precum gleaming at the tip.
“Preferably something more.” Dylan’s voice sounded strained.
Alec began to regain a bit of control. “According to Da Vinci, the distance from below the knee to the root of the penis is one quarter of a man’s height.”
“Dude was totally gay.”
“If he wasn’t,” Alec said, repeating Dylan’s earlier words, “he should have been.”
Dylan let out a harsh laugh until Alec palmed Dylan’s ass and dropped to his knees. Alec concentrated on keeping his gaze on Dylan’s hip so he wouldn’t get distracted. He cupped the back of Dylan’s legs.
“Jesus,” Dylan rasped out.
No doubt Dylan thought he had a blowjob in store, and Alec certainly craved the taste of the bead of precum at Dylan’s slit. Instead, he kissed his way up the hard thigh, careful to avoid the axle-grease-covered spots. He stood, mouth continuing higher until he reached his neck, kneading Dylan’s butt the entire way. But, still, Alec kept a decent amount of space between their hips. He licked the pounding pulse at Dylan’s throat as he traced his hands up Dylan’s flanks, across his shoulders, and along his biceps.
“For someone so caught up in measurements and distance”—Dylan’s voice sounded strained—“you seem to be headed in the wrong direction.”
Alec dropped his hand to brush his fingers along the coarse hair at Dylan’s groin, and the man let out a hiss. Dylan’s cock, hard and blood red, curved upward, as if in a silent scream for Alec’s attention.
“Touching me now would be good,” Dylan said, his voice raw. “Two minutes ago would’ve been great.”
Alec lazily drew circles on Dylan’s abdomen, tracing the muscles.
“Jesus, Alec.” Dylan rasped out. “Are you trying to kill me here?”
In response, Alec gripped the juncture between Dylan’s ass and his legs and pulled him close, slotting his dick in the natural groove alongside Dylan’s. Alec began to rock his hips and closed his eyes with a groan relief.
“Can I move now?” Dylan said.
“Yes, you may.”
“Finally,” Dylan growled, and he eagerly joined in on the rhythm.
The sweet, sweet friction of two hard cocks was almost too much, and Alec scraped his teeth across a nipple. Dylan arched his back, mouth slack, silently thrusting his hips. Although his body screamed to finish, Alec refused to hurry.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Alec murmured.
“To fuck against a tool shelf?”
Alec kissed Dylan hard, tasting him with his tongue before answering. “No.”
“To smear me with axle grease?”
“Take the initiative.”
After another hungry kiss bordering on a bite, Alec rocked his hips faster. Precum joined the sweat and grease on Dylan’s stomach, and the hem of Alec’s shirt grew damp.