Life As We All Knew It

"Yeah, you got pretty mad. I think that was pretty funny," Randy replied.

John pouted. "It was not! Everybody is supposed to be a MoFo..." He muttered. "I also remember our very long sex marathons." He said, smirking.

Randy laughed. "Very long and very rough," he replied.

John smiled and gently nipped on Randy's neck. "Ya know, it's been a while since I've... pampered you." He whispered, his hand rubbing Randy's crotch.

Randy groaned, closing his eyes. "I know," he replied, a bit breathless.

John smiled, grabbing a condom from the drawer before disappearing under the comforter and settling between Randy's legs. He leaned down, mouthing Randy over his boxers.

"Oh, God," Randy moaned and closed his eyes.

Johns smirked, pulling Randy's boxers bown just enough to to reveal his hard member. He slipped on the condom before kissing the head of Randy's cock gently, gently sucking.

"John," Randy breathed breathlessly, hands tangling in John's hair.

John engulfed Randy completely, his head hitting the back of his throat. His hand snaked up Randy's thigh, gently fondling his balls.

Randy was overwhelmed with pleasure. This felt good. It had been too long since it happened.

John moved his mouth down, gently taking Randy's balls into his mouth, sucking and licking them at the same time. His hands went to Randy's thighs, massaging the muscle as he sucked.

"Johnny," Randy whimpered. It felt good, oh so good, but he wanted his mouth on his cock.

John leaned up again, taking Randy entirely in his mouth, sucking intensely on Randy's cock.

Randy moaned and felt his climax approaching. "Johnny... So close..."

John moaned loudly around Randy, sending intense vibrations through Randy's cock, urging him to let go.

Randy moaned loudly as pleasure overcame him and he came hard, his eyes rolling back in his head from the intensity.

John pulled away, smiling. He took off Randy's condom and tossing it in the waste basket. He crawled up, sitting next his husband. "You like that?" He asked, chuckling.

Randy nodded, still panting, still reveling in his orgasmic bliss.

John smirked. "When I see you come... it turns me on. Think you have it in you for another round?" He said, getting on his knees in between Randy's legs... he wanted to fuck Randy.

"I don't know," Randy replied, feeling a bit lightheaded. "Yeah, I guess," he said, not wanting John to know how bad he was.

John smiled and gently kissed Randy's neck, his hand down down and stroking Randy's cock to life to until it was rock hard. He stripped them both, John's fingers rubbing over Randy's entrance, not quite intruding yet.

Randy was lightheaded, but kept his eyes shut so it didn't show. All he had to do was lay there. He could do that. Right?

John slowly pushed in two fingers, stretching him and pleasuring his husband with his fingers as he lightly nipped at his neck.

Randy couldn't do it. It was only John's fingers and it was too hard. "Johnny," he said breathlessly, hoping John didn't take it as a reaction to the pleasure.