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I lounged on the worn leather couch in our cramped apartment, legs stretched out, watching Kyle hunched over his drafting table. The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly toward midnight, and his commission deadline loomed like a villain in the shadows. As Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner saved galaxies, but as a freelance artist, he battled pixels and client notes with equal ferocity. Tonight's piece was a massive mural design for some tech startup—vibrant greens and cosmic swirls that screamed his style. His stylus scratched across the tablet, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he bit his lower lip in concentration.
I'd been patient for hours, flipping through channels on the TV, but boredom gnawed at me. As the Flash, I zipped through life at lightspeed, but domestic nights like this? They dragged. Kyle's ass looked incredible in those tight jeans, the fabric hugging his curves as he shifted in his stool. My cock twitched in my joggers just thinking about it. We'd been together long enough to read each other's cues, and I knew he needed a distraction to loosen up. “How's it going over there, artist boy?” I called, voice laced with mischief.
Kyle didn't look up, his green eyes locked on the screen. “Almost done with the central figure. Client changed the color scheme again—third time this week.” Frustration edged his tone, but there was that spark, the one that said he thrived on the chaos. I stood, stretching my arms overhead, letting my shirt ride up to flash a strip of abs. His gaze flicked to me for a split second, then back. Gotcha.
Sauntering over, I leaned against the table's edge, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. He smelled like graphite and that spicy cologne he wore after patrols. “You look stressed. Deadline's kicking your ass?” Kyle huffed a laugh, stylus pausing. “Yeah, it's due in three hours. Can't afford to fuck this up.” I grinned, trailing a finger down his arm. “What if I help? Keep you... grounded.” His eyebrow arched, but he kept working, adding depth to a starry nebula.
Sliding behind him, I pressed my chest to his back, hands settling on his hips. My cock, already half-hard from the proximity, nudged against his ass through our clothes. Kyle tensed, but didn't pull away. “Wally, I really need to focus.” His voice was steady, but I felt the subtle grind back against me. Bingo. “I know. That's why you'll sit on my lap. Cock warming. You draw, I stay put. It'll help you concentrate.”
He hesitated, stylus hovering. The idea hung between us, thick with promise. We'd played this game before, but with the deadline pressure? It amped everything up. Kyle set the stylus down, twisting to face me. His lips brushed mine in a quick, teasing kiss. “You're evil. But... yeah. Might steady my hand.” Heat flooded my groin as he stood, unbuckling his jeans with efficient movements. They pooled at his ankles, revealing black boxer briefs strained over his thickening cock.
I shoved my joggers down, freeing my dick. It sprang up, rigid and leaking at the tip, veins pulsing with need. Kyle eyed it hungrily before shimmying out of his briefs. His own cock bobbed free, thick and flushed, curving toward his navel. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer—always prepared—and slicked me up with quick strokes, his fist pumping my shaft until I groaned. “Fuck, Kyle…”
Turning back to the table, he backed onto me, guiding my cock to his hole. No full prep tonight; we relied on the lube and his natural eagerness. The head breached him, tight ring yielding as he sank down inch by inch. I gripped the stool's arms, fighting the urge to thrust up. His ass swallowed me whole, hot and clenching, walls hugging every ridge. “Shit, you're so tight..” I muttered, breathing hot against his neck.
Kyle settled fully, my balls pressed to his cheeks, his body weight pinning me deep. He picked up the stylus again, resuming his work as if nothing had changed. But everything had. The fullness was exquisite torture—his heat pulsing around me, subtle shifts as he adjusted his posture sending jolts straight to my core. I wrapped one arm around his waist, hand splaying over his abdomen, feeling the faint tremor there. “Draw your masterpiece, babe. I'll behave”
He hummed, focusing on shading the figure's lantern construct. The stylus flew, but every few seconds, his hole fluttered, squeezing my cock involuntarily. Pre-cum leaked from me, slicking his insides further. My free hand traced his thigh, nails scraping lightly, but I held still, letting the anticipation build. Kyle's breathing deepened, his cock leaking onto the table's edge, a pearly drop smearing the sketchpad nearby. “This is... distracting,” he admitted, voice rough.
“Good distracting?” I nuzzled his ear, inhaling his scent. He nodded, clenching deliberately this time, milking my length. I bit back a moan, hips twitching upward once before I forced control. “Keep that up, and you'll never finish.” The threat was empty; I loved how he tested me. Minutes stretched, the room filled with the soft whir of the tablet and our mingled breaths. Kyle layered in details—glowing energy trails, intricate ring patterns—his focus is impressive even impaled on my dick.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temple. His ass clenched again, harder, as he refined a highlight. “Wally... you're throbbing inside me. Leaking so much.” The words hit like a spark, my cock swelling in response. I ground up subtly, the motion making him gasp, stylus slipping. “Sorry. Blame your perfect hole.” He shot me a glare over his shoulder, but his eyes were dark with lust. “Two more sections. Then... you can move.”
I nodded, enduring the torment. His body heat enveloped me completely, prostate brushing my tip with every tiny shift. My hand slid lower, thumb circling his navel, but I resisted touching his cock. Let him stew. Kyle's strokes grew erratic, the deadline pressure mixing with arousal. He saved a layer, muttering about color balance, all while his walls rippled around me. Pre-cum from his dick pooled on the table, staining a corner of the digital canvas.
The clock hit 11:30. Urgency sharpened his movements. “Almost there. Background next.” He leaned forward slightly, the angle driving me deeper, hitting that spot inside him. Kyle whimpered softly, ass tightening like a vice. I gripped his hip, nails digging in. “Fuck, Kyle... you're killing me.” He rocked back once, a deliberate grind that had my balls drawing up. “Patience, speedster. Earn it.”
I growled, but complied, watching his hands dance over the screen. The mural took shape—explosive, alive, mirroring the tension coiling in my gut. His cock twitched untouched, smearing more pre-cum, the scent musky in the air. Every clench, every breath, built the pressure. I could feel my orgasm lurking, balls heavy, but I held it, savoring the edge.
Finally, with a triumphant sigh, Kyle typed in the file name and hit export. “Finally Done. Sent.” The screen confirmed it, timestamp glowing. Relief washed over his face, but it twisted into hunger as he set the stylus aside. “Now, Wally. Fuck me”
That was all I needed. My hands clamped on his hips, lifting him half off my cock before slamming him back down. He cried out, head falling forward, ass bouncing on my lap. I thrust up hard, setting a punishing rhythm, the stool groaning under us. Each drive buried me to the hilt, balls slapping his cheeks, his hole slick with our combined fluids. “Take it, Kyle. Ride my cock like you rode that deadline.”
He moaned, pushing back to meet me, the table rattling with our force. His cock flopped against his stomach, untouched but rigid, leaking steadily. I reached around, fisting him roughly, stroking in time with my thrusts. “Gonna make you cum hands-free first.” Kyle shook his head, but his body betrayed him, walls spasming. “No... ah, fuck, yes!” I angled my hips, pounding his prostate relentlessly.
The room echoed with wet slaps and gasps. Sweat slicked our skin, my shirt clinging as I rutted into him. Kyle's hand braced on the table, knocking pencils to the floor. “Deeper, Wally. go—faster…” I did, speeding up—my Flash instincts kicking in, thrusts blurring fast. His hole stretched around me, greedy and hot, pulling me in. Pre-cum lubed my strokes on his shaft, thumb swiping the slit.
Orgasm crashed over him first. Kyle's back arched, ass clamping down as he shot ropes of cum across the table, splattering the tablet screen. The sight—his release marking his work—pushed me over. I buried deep, cock pulsing as I flooded his guts with hot spurts, groaning his name. We shuddered together, my cum leaking out around my base, dripping down my balls.
Panting, Kyle slumped against me, my dick still twitching inside. “Best deadline ever.” I chuckled, kissing his shoulder, tasting salt. But we weren't done. I stood, lifting him with me—super speed making it effortless—cock slipping free with an obscene squelch. Cum trailed down his thighs as I bent him over the table, face pressed to the cooling mess of his own release.
Dropping to my knees, I spread his cheeks, diving in tongue-first. His hole winked at me, puffy and leaking my load. I lapped it up, tongue probing deep, savoring the bitter tang of cum mixed with his musk. Kyle keened, pushing back. “Wally... your mouth. Suck it out.” I did, lips sealing around his rim, sucking greedily while my hand reached under to fondle his balls.
His cock hardened again under my touch, spent but eager. I tongue-fucked him, nose buried in his crack, inhaling deeply. “Taste so good, filled with me.” Kyle's legs trembled, moans muffled against the wood. After minutes of devouring him, I rose, cock rock-hard once more. Lining up, I slid back in easily, the cum easing the glide. This fuck was slower, deeper—long drags that had us both groaning.
I leaned over him, chest to his back, one hand pinning his wrist to the table. The other wrapped around his throat lightly, possessive. “Feel that? My cum sloshing in you.” Each thrust pushed more out, puddling on the floor. Kyle nodded, voice wrecked. “Yes... fuck me full again.” I obliged, hips rolling, grinding against his prostate until he begged.
My pace built, hand dropping to jerk his cock in firm pulls. We synced, bodies slamming together, the air thick with sex. Kyle came second this time, clenching around me as he spilled over my fingers, ass milking my release. I pumped deep, adding to the flood, hips stuttering.
We collapsed onto the table, sticky and sated. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum ooze from his gaping hole. “Beautiful mess.” Kyle turned, capturing my lips in a filthy kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. “Your fault. Now help clean.” I laughed, grabbing a rag, but my eyes lingered on his body.
The night wasn't over. We moved to the couch, Kyle straddling me reverse, sinking down onto my reviving cock. He rocked lazily, chatting about the commission's tweaks, but soon it turned heated. His ass bounced, taking me deep, hands on my knees for leverage. I slapped his cheeks, watching them redden. “Ride harder, Lantern.”
He did, grinding down until friction built to frenzy. My hands guided him, thumbs in his dimples, pulling him onto every inch. Third orgasm hit us simultaneously—his cum arcing to the floor, mine filling him anew. We panted, bodies entwined, my cock softening inside as sleep tugged.
Hours later, dawn light filtered in. Kyle stirred, ass clenching around my morning wood. “Another commission tomorrow?” I murmured, thrusting lazily. He grinned over his shoulder. “Only if you cockwarm me through it.” Deal sealed with a kiss, we started round four, deadline forgotten in the haze of pleasure.