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[thewordofweb]

Joe nods and then, on impulse, leans in and grazes his mouth against Web's.

"Beer. Whisky. Done." He grins and turns away. "I'll see you at home?"

I stand there and wait. "I'm escorting you back," I tell Joe with no lightness in my voice, even if being caught off-guard by a pleasant kiss is one thing that will go a very long way. My lips bear a warmth not my own and I instantly yearn for something a little more, but I don't say a word. "Go. Hurry. I don't want to be fucking around this place all night."

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Joe can feel his face flush, both eyebrows raising. Web's got this way of putting things into words and just making it filthy in a way that Joe's never experienced before.

He squares his shoulders, cheeks burning but still grinning.

"Go on then," he says, almost teasing. "Come on."

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"What happened to this being better done at home?" I suggest, nodding to the house in the clearing. I suck heavily on my thumb, on two fingers, then circle them around his body and shove them down his pants, lower and lower until I can push them just barely inside, hardly caring how filthy or improvised I'm being.

He's right up against me, what with my arrangements of our angles and I stare him right in the eye, almost challenging him. "Tell me you want this."

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It's probably, in thirty one years, the dirtiest thing that anyone's ever done to Joe, that he's ever let be done to him and, God, he loves it.

"I want this," he murmurs, suddenly still, torn between willing Web to do more and just wanting to be in the house so he can do it properly.

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I fist his shirt with my free hand and give him a hard yank right up against me, lips to lips in a convoluted version of CPR as I press a knee forward to apply pressure while my slick with saliva fingers are doing their best to prepare him. "I want to fuck you, standing up, against the door. Until you scream."

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There's no getting away from the fact that Web's bigger than Joe and, right now, he feels it, the way Joe's shoved right up against his chest, not sure whether to rock forward or push back.

"So do it," he manages to get out, breathless, and he didn't know his face could feel this hot.

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If he wants to make the demand, I will happily follow and I let go of his body, let go of every touch we have and I drift, yanking along on his wrist again, smelling of him, pulling him into the Homestead and past the locks of the rooms. Soon, Grant will be here with us, but right now, it's quiet but for the small sounds of those who didn't attend the party.

I nearly push him into my room, slamming the door behind me and advancing on him until I can pin him against the wall, stripping him with sharp, hard tugs and yanks, pulling off every thread of clothing while doing the same for myself, spinning him around and pushing him up against the wall while lowering to my knees and levelling small bites at his hips, around, until the only pressure I'm applying to him is my tongue.

He wanted to know what was left to learn. And I figure he needs a practical explanation of rimming if nothing else.

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It's all happening so fast, making Joe's head spin, and then Webster's mouth his there, his tongue in the last place Joe was expecting it and all he can do is moan, hands and forehead pressed against the door, dick twitching, hips rocking back almost beyond his control to do anything about it.

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Every time he presses so hard back against me, I push forward with my mouth, refusing to let him win this, completely. My hand drifts up and around to slowly stroke his dick, not fast enough for his liking, I'm sure. But I don't give a fuck because I'm busy with my own task of fucking him from behind with my mouth.

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Joe rests his forehead against the door, breathing hard through his mouth, and something makes him keep both hands pressed against the door, even though what he'd like best in the world is to reach down and make Web's hand move faster.

"What are you..?"

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Licking my tongue sharply over my teeth, I pry myself back off Joe and smirk to myself with self-assurance and confidence that I'm doing the right thing. "Remember when I said there were things left to learn? This is one of them," I assure and go back to it, gently prying his legs just a little further apart and licking my thumb before using it to rub at the head of Joe's dick.

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He shifts his weight, tries to stay balanced, rocking between Web's mouth and his hand, and for a long time, Joe thought the word 'slut' only applied to girls, but he's learning different.

He sure must look like one. Jesus Christ.
At this rate, he's going to come just for this and he ain't gonna care what else Webster's got planned.

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Long and slow and flat goes my tongue as I work, unable to do anything but enjoy the thought of giving Joe this constant pleasure when it comes to us, wanting him to associate feeling this good with me. Every time my hand feels too dry, I bring it back to spit, to get it wetter, to slowly wrap it around Joe's length again to bring him off.

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It doesn't take any time at all before Joe's hips are trembling and he's coming hard, over Web's hand and his own belly, his forehead hitting the door with a soft thunk.

"Jesus."

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He's done already? I thought, in my mind, that he might have lasted just a bit longer. I'm still surprised, but I ease back and the taste in my mouth is so fucking dirty that I can barely stand it. I stand, grabbing hold of Joe's hips and yank him back against me, kissing at his neck to place the third hickey against his skin.

"You, on the desk," I command, firmly.

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"Oh, come on," mumbles Joe, his body still trembling from what just happened as he leans back against Web, as Web sucks up yet another mark on his skin. "You gotta be tired. Just lemme suck your dick and we can both go to sleep."

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"No way on Earth," I inform him as I press my face into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping snugly around his body and pulling him back against me, supporting him as much as he needs to be. "Desk. When you're ready."

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Pressed back against Web, Joe can feel how hard he is and he groans, softly, bending from the waist to snag a beer and he's aware of just how compromising a position that puts him in.

"Desk? You're going all fuckin' out tonight."

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I don't have the longest of fingernails, but when Joe bends and I'm still pressed up against him, they clasp down as hard as they can on Joe's hips and I seethe out a hiss of pain and need and desire at once, bowing my head to kiss down his bare back, feeling the opportunity and not having the chance to do anything about it.

With one hand, I slowly disentwine and lean down to grab the whiskey, taking another swig of it back before crossing to the small desk and knocking on the wood of it. "It's your birthday, remember?" I point out. "I have to make it memorable."

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Taking a long swig of his beer, Joe wanders over to the desk, leaning in to give Web a slow, damp kiss, tasting sharper spirits.

"On it how?" he murmurs.

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There are so many options at this juncture and I bite down on my lip as I look at him, kissing him thoroughly and needily, biting down hard as I can against the juncture of shoulder and neck as I clasp his hips and stand back. "Legs spread wide as you can," I coax. "Sitting facing me."

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It feels a little bit ridiculous, getting up on the desk like that, hooking his feet behind the legs, knees spread wide. He sips his beer and looks up at Web.

"Like that?"

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"Put the beer down, you look like white trash," I criticize, prying it from his hands and setting it on the floor before I lean in and kiss him deeply while searching for the nearest little bit of lube, slicking myself up when I find it and then him, watching his face with a mischievous little smirk.

He doesn't seem to be caterwauling anymore.

I try to ignore the way the desk sounds oddly fragile, like it's about to creak, like it might just break. It can't. It couldn't.

...could it? "There," I gasp, pushing into him, slowly. "Right there."

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"We can't all have gone to Harvard," says Joe, lifting his hips to the press of Web's fingers, biting his lip and letting his head roll back against the wall. Web pushes into him and Joe groans softly, his fingers pushing into Web's hair.

"That good?"

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"Do you know what the word nymphomaniacs means, Joe?" I lazily lecture, my voice coming low and in a deep rumble as I press my lips to his to steal a kiss here and there, wherever I can.

Which is to say that yes, it is very good and I can't deny that in the least. I sigh with soft content and push against him, setting my usual rhythm as I thrust in and out, wanting more than just what I'm getting and soon, I'm going faster than before.

[soldier-singled.livejournal.com]

Joe's a little distracted just then, but he shakes his head anyway, arching forward after the kisses when they come. Web's fucking him hard enough to rock the table underneath him and Joe holds on with one hand, the other arm curled around the back of Webster's neck.

"No. No, I...don't know what that means."