Life Support {ManxBoy} | Mature Content

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve:

Cyro knew they entered the bedroom when he heard the door open and close behind them. Vance's grip on his bottom tightened for a moment as he shifted to kiss Cyro's lip. His tongue pushing aggressively past his lips, Cyro didn't complain, letting Vance in eagerly as he melted against him. Everything was becoming hazy to the younger man, his body seemingly getting hotter. Cyro let his fingers slide down the back of his husband's neck, the need to claw at Vance's skin suddenly over taking him. He could feel the older man wince slightly as they continued to kiss.

Cyro couldn't help but whine as Vance slowly pulled away from their embrace. Vance set him down, letting the blonde slide along his body until his bottom touched the edge of the bed. Cyro looked up at Vance, he was watching him with that intense gaze again, it almost made him want to look away, but for some reason he never could. Reaching out, Cyro hooked two fingers through the belt loops of his pants, pulling him closer. He smirked in response, stepping between Cyro's legs as he reached down to cup the younger man's chin.

"Are you drunk?" Vance asked, tilting Cyro's face up, his voice teasing but Cyro could tell he was being serious. Cyro doubted that he believed him even as he shook his head no in response to his husband's question, but he didn't care as he reached out to undo Vance's pants. In all honesty, it would make more sense if he was a bit drunk because as he was pushing Vance's pants down, all he could think about was taking him into his mouth.

"Can I?" Cyro asked with a blush as he took Vance's member in his hand, stroking slowly as he looked up at him. Vance's eyebrow arched upwards, urging his lover to further elaborate on his question but he couldn't. Thankfully Vance chose not to be picky about how Cyro asked as his fingers tangled deep into his husband's blonde hair, nails flexing against his scalp. For a moment, Cyro thought he saw concern flash through Vance's eyes as if he was having second thoughts. As if he were concerned Cyro would regret it later. "Vance?"

Feeling Vance's cock jerk in his hand as he watched his husband's grey eyes glaze over all at the sound of his name. Cyro could tell Vance was losing the battle over his own self-restraint. Taking advantage of the moment of weakness, Cyro leaned in closer watching his husband carefully until his lips were hovering over the head of the older man's cock. Curiously, he allowed the tip of his tongue to roam along the head of it, testing the taste, feeling his eyes lidding as he did.

Shyly, Cyro tested his limits, seeing just how far Vance would let him go. Doing so with a lick that trailed down the side of his husband's cock. Cyro could feel him getting harder as he focused on the vein running Vance's length. Looking back up at his husband he watched those grey eyes darken as he pulled back slightly, parting his lips over the tip as he placed his free hand on Vance's thigh for balance. Placing his tongue under the head of Vance's cock he took him into his mouth slowly, watching as his husband groaned feeling Vance's cock twitch against the soft heat of Cyro's tongue.

Cyro couldn't stop a moan from escaping him as Vance's cock slid deeper. In the end, he could only take about half, but the feeling it gave him was far more intense than he thought it'd be. Watching those dark grey eyes glaze over and lid as he slowly worked his mouth up and down his husband impressive length shot shivers down his spine. He could feel his own length straining against his jeans, leaking precum onto his leg. Vance watched Cyro take his hand from his thigh to undo his jeans, blushing harder than ever as he began stroking himself, his husband's cock still filling his mouth, their eyes locked together.

"Fucking slut." Vance groaned, using the grip on Cyro's head to pull his cock slowly from his lips and hold him out of reach, watching Cyro jerk himself before sliding his cock back into the younger man's eager mouth. A shiver rippled over Cyro's body as Vance pushed his cock straight back into Cyro's wet mouth. He willingly took it deeper than before, pushing and testing his limit even when he began choking on the throbbing member. Vance immediately eased up when he did, but Cyro moaned in protest while leaning forward to bring him back. "Relax your throat then."

Vance was unapologetic from then on, thrusting all the way in. Even when Cyro gagged. After a few thrusts, he was able to relax and let his husband in without resistance becoming more excited by his own abilities Cyro could feel his balls tightening as he continued to jerk off. Desperate moans spilling from his lips, hips bucking slightly. Vance pulled away, leaning back so that he could watch the sight of Cyro bringing himself to orgasm, cumming on his own hands and thighs.

"You really are a slut aren't you?" Vance teased slowly pulling his still hard member from Cyro throat. Stepping away he hurried to undress as Cyro slumped back onto the bed watching his husband with lidded eyes. When he stepped back he immediately began undressing Cyro as well, still hazy from his orgasm he wasn't sure if he was any help but soon they were both naked as Vance searched through the bedside table easily finding the bottle of lube kept there. "I asked you a question didn't I?"

"Yes." Cyro moused as he allowed Vance to pull him up into his arms, letting his legs wrap around Vance's waist out of instinct. Whimpering slightly at the feeling of that hard cock against his skin. Somehow, Vance managed to settle them both onto the bed in the process. Cyro straddling him as he leaned against the pillows and headboard with a strained patience as he rubbed his cock along Cyro's hole waiting for him to say more.

"Yes? Yes, what? Tell me." The man below couldn't help but think how cute the image of Cyro laying on his chest was, slowly coming down from the post orgasm high. Wanting to keep him in that hazy state, Vance forced some lube on his palm, stroking it over his own cock. Slightly squeezing the base of it to calm down a bit before pouring a bit more onto his fingers, he ran his hand between Cyro's cheeks, loving how he naturally pushed back against them when he began to tease his hole.

"Yes, mmm, I'm a slut." Cyro gasped out as Vance worked him, sliding his fingers in and out until the tight opening nearly trembled, ready to be stretched. He wanted so badly to feel that around his cock as he eased it inside Cyro's tight heat. He grabbed Cyro's hips, roughly repositioning him over his cock, nudging the sensitive hole until the tip slid in with a smooth entry. Cyro's head shot up from where it had been resting on Vance's chest, eyes rounded with shock, and lips parted as a needy moan escaped him.

"It's okay, I've got you." Vance whispered against Cyro's still parted lips, gently squeezing his hips to show that there was a power anchoring him, guiding him right where he was supposed to be. Cyro nodded hesitantly, pushing his open lips to Vance's in a desperate kiss, as he allowed himself to be guided down. Vance could feel him tightening and loosening, slowly accepting all of his cock inside. Cyro buried his face into the warm crook of his neck, nails sinking into his husband's shoulders as he clung to him as Vance expertly found Cyro's sweet spot and began thrusting against it.

"Oh fuck, Vance" The needy whine slipped from his lip, straight into Vance's ear as he began rocking his hips. Riding cautiously, meeting every thrust with an unsure motion as he tried to get a sense of what felt best. Cyro's nails clawed across what bare skin they found, giving into the needy desire to mark over all of Vance's back as he began thrusting harder and deeper against Cyro's prostate. Flashes of pleasure threw off his focus, forcing him to lean further into Vance, giving up any type of effort to control himself as felt his breathing became heavy.

Vance's back burned from Cyro's nails digging into him but he forced himself to ignore it, focusing instead on the way the blonde was gasping as his hands shook with every thrust into him. Vance's dark eyes could see that Cyro was close to cumming again by the flush of his cheeks, breathing unsteady and frantic, panting out as his sweet spot was fucked harder than he could take. He was whining into Vance's neck begging as he began shooting strands of cum over his husband's rigid stomach, begging Vance to come inside of him like he had their first time.

"Fucking slut." Vance growled, pulling a moaning from Cyro as he felt his husband's cock swell and throb inside of him. Vance's hips jerking nonrhythmically as he groaned. His grip tight on Cyro's waist as he forced his cock as deep as possible with a final thrust. Possibly leaving a bruise as he roughly gripped those hips tight to his body as he climaxed with a low curse, filling his husband, pumping thick ropes of cum into the blonde's tight hole, Cyro's back arching.