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Looking at himself in the washroom mirror, Salim can't help but huff a sigh, shaking his head at his own decisions which have led him here.
It was a spur of the moment purchase, something he though Jason would like and would certainly be fun for the both of them to try...
He'd never imagined himself doing something like this before, wearing something like this. He wasn't exactly the target audience for this- or well, maybe he was, but he wasn't meant to be the one wearing it.
Allah, what possessed his mind to make him buy and put on such dirty lingerie?
If he'd been smarter he would have bought something more... safe. Maybe just dip his toes into the idea of dressing up with some nice stalkings, or maybe a sexy but not too revealing pair of boxers.
Instead, Salim had chosen to jump right off the deep end.
Black stockings with rose mesh up to his thighs held up by a lace garter belt, a black lace choker tight and center on his neck, and most embarrassingly of all, his panties... He'd really gone all out on those.
They're all black and lace to match everything else, a plain black front with delicate rose detailing along the sides. It's thin, the rose stripes along the sides mesh and see through, and overall oh so feminine. They don't hide the bulge of his genitals in the front, not even flaccid as he is now, and the back is entirely open.
The panties give full access to his ass without needing to remove them, a heart shaped hole in the rear, framing his bottom.
He doesn't feel sexy, in fact, he feels stupid, embarrassed to have even tried it on.
Standing in front of the mirror, it's so easy to scrutinize and pick apart every insecurity of his. Too old to be dressed like this, too chubby that the skin of his stomach and thighs squish in the lingerie, too hairy, too-
"Hey darlin', what's takin' you so long in there?" Jason's voice cuts through the previous silence of the washroom, knocking on the door as he checks on his lover who's been missing, lingering in the washroom for far longer than he ever does.
Salim freezes, eyes wide as his head snaps away from his reflection to face the door, not wanting Jason to walk in. He's not entirely sure he wants to be seen in this just yet, unsure if he ever wants to be seen in it at all, to just take it off, hide it in the furthest depths of their closet, and pretend it doesn't exist.
"I-" Salim starts, looking around the washroom for some excuse, but finding none, words not forming on his tongue, "Well it's, um-"
The doorknob jiggles as Jason tests it for a lock, twisting it open when there's no resistance, Salim too panicked to even think of grabbing one of the bathrobes hanging on the door to cover himself with as his lover peers inside.
For a brief moment, as they first make eye contact, Jason looks concerned.
But the concern doesn't last long.
Not as his eyes trail down, lower, lower, racking over every inch of Salim's body with utter amazement.
"Holy sweet Mary, mother of Joseph. I musta died and gone to heaven." Jason can't help but gawk as he steps inside the washroom, eyes never leaving Salim's body as he approaches him.
His hands stop just shy of Salim's hips, fingers itching to touch, to grab, to squeeze, to feel, "Can I?" He asks almost shyly, as if he hasn't worshiped every inch of Salim's body with hands and mouth a million times over.
"I..." Salim trails, unsure for just a moment, but when he looks Jason in the eyes again, such visible excitement and adoration on his face- it's like all of his nerves and worries wash away.
"Yes-" The word is hardly off his lips before Jason's hands are on him, pulling him closer by his hip bones.
Jason thumbs over the front lace of the garter belt with one hand, sliding his other over the opaque front of Salim's panties, feeling what's hidden underneath. Both their breaths hitch at the touch, an electric feeling in the sparse air between them.
Jason grins ear to ear as he gives Salim's cock a squeeze through his panties, "For me?" He asks as if he doesn't know damn well he's the only one Salim would ever let see him like this.
Salim could so easily tease, could say they're for someone else, roll his eyes and say they're his new work uniform- but any and all teasing remarks die on his tongue before he can get himself to say them.
"Yes, habibi." He admits, a hand coming down to tenderly cup over Jason's own, "It's all for you. Everything in front of you..." He squeezes, biting his lip at the fear of sounding too cliché, "It's all yours."
Salim has nothing to fear, not for long anyway, not when Jason's eyes sparkle as he tugs him in close and slams their lips together.
Jason's always been a passionate kisser, but it takes Salim by surprise just how intensely Jason kisses him now. His hands scramble for Jason's shoulders, anything to hold onto as Jason walks them back towards the wall until Salim's back connects.
Jason's hands are all over him, groping whatever he can reach. He switches between squeezing and tenderly running his fingers over hips and ass, along the curves of Salim's body, up his spine in a way that makes his darling shiver, before coming round again to torment those beautifully bare pecks.
He squeezes large handfuls of the plump flesh beneath his palms, and when he moves down to Salim's nipples- "[Oh, Allah.]" Salim groans, he fears he should have gotten himself off before all this, afraid he won't even make it to the bedroom without cumming from Jason ministrations.
His eyes shoot open again as Jason grinds his cock against his own. He can feel how Jason is rock hard under his sweats, and oh wow , does the soft sensation of his lace panties ever feel good on his sensitive flesh.
All he can do is moan into Jason's mouth, nails unconsciously clutching the thin fabric of his shirt, digging into his shoulder blades which gets Jason groaning back into mouth just the same.
The never ending mix of tongue, and lips, and teeth leaves Salim's head spinning- he can only get so little air when Jason allows, diving in at different angles to recapture his mouth again and again.
Running out of oxygen has never felt so addicting- maybe he can begin to understand why Jason likes to be choked so much.
The world fades to nothing but the two of them as he lets himself get groped and kissed stupid, his head full of nothing but the man in front of him and how good he's making him feel.
Salim gasps for air when Jason finally breaks away, his hands gripping his ass so wonderfully firm, eyes so dark with his lust as he realizes something-
“Holy fuck, Salim, please tell me I’m feelin’ what I think I am.” Jason moans, a hand moving to trace over the edges of the opened back of Salim’s panties, dusting over the revealed bare skin.
Salim just nods, knowing exactly what Jason’s referring to, relieved Jason likes it.
Jason wastes no time in diving back in, his mouth now kissing down over chin, jaw, throat, worshiping it all. He licks, and sucks, and bites every inch of Salim's neck, leaving mark after mark like he's claiming what's his- Salim knows now that by the end of tonight his entire throat from jaw to shoulder, with the exception of the thin line his choker obscures, will be bitten up and well bruised.
It takes a moment for Salim to properly catch his breath again, so much air forced out of him in the form of breathy moans and stifled whimpers that Jason works hard for.
"J- Jason, ha-habibi-" He chokes, barely getting the words out as Jason shoves a hand down Salim's panties and squeezes his cock.
"Mm?" Jason barely acknowledges, too busy sucking a hickie right over Salim's adams apple, grinning as it bobs under his lips when Salim swallows thickly.
Salim trembles, squeezing his thighs together as Jason's hand begins to palm and rub over him, occasionally dipping deeper to cradle and fondle his balls, "Hah- Jason, ha-hold- hold onN!"
He tilts his head back until it lightly bumps against the wall, trying to ground himself, but all it does is give Jason better access to his throat, something Jason wastes no time in taking advantage of.
His knees feel weak, relying on the wall behind him as well as his grip on Jason's shoulders to keep himself standing- He feels bad he hasn't been able to feel up his lover back, but Jason gives him no reprieve, no chance to.
It's only when Salim shakily manages out a "St-stop-" that Jason listens, taking hardly a step back, hands back to just holding Salim's hips.
"Everythin' okay?" Jason asks, partially out of breath too from having worked himself up so much. "Somethin' wrong, hun?" His expression is still hot with lust, face flushed and pupils wide, but there is genuine concern in his voice.
Salim just nods, head remaining tilted back against the wall, his eyes slipping shut as he attempts to settle his rapidly beating heart, to pull himself back from the once quickly approaching edge of, well, cumming in his new panties.
"Baby?" Jason prods, lightly pinching Salim's side when Salim's silent for too long, "You wanna tell me why we're stoppin'?"
Oh, right.
Salim slowly opens his eyes, smiling as seductively as he can when he meets Jason's eyes, "Because, I want you to take me to out bedroom," He begins, pulling Jason in close, chest to chest, his lips against the shell of Jason's ear, "and I want you to fuck me until the sun rises."
Salim feels Jason shiver against him, his hands squeezing Salim's waist harder, letting out a deep groan at just the visual Salim's words provide.
Jason can see it now; Salim heaving under him, covered in a sheen of sweat and splashes of cum, expression satisfied and fucked out, all in the golden glow of the freshly risen sun... Shit, he could get off just thinking about it.
He knows it's just meant to be words to get him worked up, that Salim doesn't really expect either of them to go until morning- not when it's just past midnight and sunrise is at five- but fuck if Jason ain't gonna try his damndest.
Jason presses their lips back together, just quick, chaste, because he wouldn't be able to bring himself to pull away without just one more kiss.
"Well how the hell could I ever say no to that?" Jason grins, eyeing Salim up and down, dragging his tongue over teeth, "'Specially with you dressed so damn fuckable."
There's more he could say, shit, Jason could ramble for hours over just how hot Salim is normally- Now that Salim's dressed up in lingerie for him? Fuck , Jason's surprised his tongue is working at all and not just causing him to haplessly trip over his words.
He takes Salim's hand once he's finally managed to convince himself to pull away, pulling his lover along in the direction of their shared bedroom- Words cannot describe how glad he is that it's just across the hall.
Salim does not walk with confidence, shy and embarrassed, his eyes on the floor, but so help him, Jason's gonna change that- He won't stop until Salim takes confident strides in his naked form, not until he can see himself the way Jason does; fucking gorgeous.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
The bedside lights are already on, the lamp light the perfect lighting, warm, not too harsh, not too soft, just enough where Jason will be able to see and love everything properly, eating up as much detail of his lover as possible.
One thing they've never done before is fuck in the dark, Jason refuses, he wants to see Salim, to adore him close, and for Salim to see just how much Jason wants him- only him.
Salim had wanted to on their first intimate night together, trying to hide his insecurities away in the dark.
God, Jason remembers how much that broke his heart, how it still does- but that's enough about the dark, they've had too many bad things happen in the darkness. Right now there's something, someone, far more beautiful, far more important in front of him.
And what that someone wants is to be fucked 'til morning.
He pulls Salim in front of him before kicking the door shut behind himself, there's no reason to, not really. No one is home besides them, but it feels more private, more intimate with the door closed.
Just them, limiting their worlds to nothing but each other and their bedroom. Jason would be happy with nothing else.
There are no words between them as they naturally press back against each other, like two magnets compelled to touch, forever drawn in- They move all at once, not a single one starting it, just continuing where they'd left off.
Salim's eyes always flutter closed no matter how swift the kiss, but Jason- Jason can't help but keep his eyes open for just a few seconds. To see how Salim melts, how he relaxes into it, or how his brows furrow when Jason steals too much air from his lungs.
It's addicting. All of Salim is.
Jason walks them backwards towards the bed as they kiss, trying to stay focused on the objective at hand, difficult with how they both so easily lose focus and let their hands roam over each other, ever distracted with touch after touch- it's not an easy task, but eventually they do manage.
They break only when the back of Salim's knees bump into the mattress, forcing him to sit, to look up at Jason who half stands half leans over him, his hands on either side of him on the bed.
There's comfortable silence between them as they both pant, huffing heavy breaths while staring into each other's eyes. Smitten. There's no better word to describe it. Absolutely in love.
Jason can never get enough of the moments like these where he's above Salim, when his lover is looking up at him with those doe eyes of his, up through thick lashes, his expression heavy with lust- It drives Jason insane.
This look is one of the reasons Jason never lasts long when Salim blows him, and fuck, he can't even bring himself to feel guilty for shooting fast- That look, his cock in his mouth, the way he hallows out his cheeks to make room for Jason's girth- Holy shit, just the thought, the memories, have him feeling ready to cum, his dick throbbing.
"You should probably get undressed, habibi." Salim hums, breaking the silence and bringing Jason back down to reality.
He puts his hands on Jason's thighs, moving up slowly, taking his time in squeezing over the muscles, only to eventually stop when his hands reach the top of the waist band of Jason's grey sweats, "Or do you need some help?"
There's a million ways Jason can spin Salim's words, and he knows he's doing it on purpose, giving Jason the sole choice in deciding the energy tonight by how he responds.
Is he teasing? Does Jason genuinely want Salim to undress him? Should Salim undress Jason wholly, partially, mutually? Or should Jason remove his clothing teasingly slow, maybe just undress quick instead of making a show- and of course there's always the option of ripping his clothes off.
But most notably, is that Salim, subtly but surely, is telling Jason how he wants him tonight.
Nude. He wants to see all of Jason just as badly as Jason wants to see all of him.
"Patience, darlin'." Jason purrs, his hands moving over Salim's on his waist band. It's so often the other way around, where Salim's the one teasing Jason's impatience, how could Jason miss the opportunity to say it back now, "I think I'll manage."
Salim lets out a short breath through his nose, shaking his head fondly at his lover before slowly removing his hands from him, placing them slightly behind himself on the bed as he leans back and waits for Jason's next move, excited for whatever it may be.
Jason's slow as he stands back up straight again, throwing his hat off before grabbing his T-shirt by the bottom front, tugging it up over his abdomen, over defined abs, then over his pectorals. Finally pulling it off over his head, taking no care as to where he throws it off beside himself.
Salim's eyes are glued to Jason's body, taking in every inch of his skin like it's their first time again- As if it's not something Salim has seen countless times, where every last mole, scar, and freckle have been mapped out and committed to memory.
Jason's no better, his eyes racking over the bare expanse of his lover's chest and stomach, the thick hair, the deep chest scars left by those monsters' vicious claws.
He reaches out to touch but is stopped short by Salim clicking his tongue.
"Your pants, hayati. Off."
Jason doesn't need to be told twice, complying like a good marine.
He shimmies out of his pants, deciding now he's done taking his time undressing if Salim's not going to let him touch him until after he's done.
His cock all but bounces out, now free from its confines, already standing at attention and leaking out its tip like it too is trying to get ever closer to Salim.
He kicks his pants behind him, about to take a cock step forward back into Salim's space- His plan thwarted when Salim smiles softly up at him, slowly spreading his legs nice and wide for Jason. Jason damn near chokes on his spit from how his breath catches in his throat at the incredible sight of the man in front of him.
"Please," Salim all but whispers, voice low, soft, wanting, "will you take me now, my love?"
Jason can barely manage more than nod, choking out a curt "Yeah." as he steps between Salim's open thighs, hands finding purchase on his hips, just under his garter belt.
He gently guides Salim to lay back on their bed, smoothing a hand up along the center of Salim's body, starting at the edge of his panties, slowly brushing up over his stomach, and pushing Salim flush with the mattress with gentle pressure on his chest.
Jason moves down with him, pressing their lips together again as soon as he's able.
It's slow, languid at first, but as Salim's hands move up Jason's back, eventually tangling into Jason's short hair- Jason can't help but deepen it.
"J- Jas-" Salim tries to speak between kisses, nothing to say beyond his lover's name, like a prayer on his lips, silenced as Jason presses his tongue between them.
He shivers, clutching Jason's hair tighter between his fingers. Jason knows all the right moves, all the right places to press, and lick, and nip- and Allah, Jason never fails to deliver him to paradise.
Heaven on Earth is the two of them in bed. No matter what they do between or on the sheets, intimacy, sleeping, cuddling, or anything in between.
It's as though Jason's trying to devour him, and Salim his willing participant.
"So fuckin' beautiful." Jason praises between kisses, panting against Salim's lips, "So perfect." Another peck, "All for me- I'm the luckiest man- in the world- to see you like this." Kiss after kiss, peck after peck, Jason has endless to give, but only for Salim.
When Jason's lips finally back off, he does so only so his hands and eyes can have their turn taking Salim in.
His eyes worship the near unearthly beauty of his lover while his hands don't hold back touching all he can.
He squeezes over thick thighs, feeling over their stockings that enhance their glorious shape. He runs his fingers through the trail of Salim's pelvic hair, from the edge of his panties, over his stomach, just stopping short of his chest- Not yet, he wants to take his time on one of Salim's insecurities.
"I could spend forever just touchin' ya, sweetheart." Jason hums, dusting his fingers down along Salim's sides in a way he knows gives him chills.
Salim, although he never goes quite as flush in the face as Jason does, has his own embarrassed tells. He looks away, bites his lower, and it's in his chest he goes so deliciously red.
Jason lowers himself down to kiss up Salim's stomach, over his little love handles with which Jason adores, perfect to squeeze, nip, kiss, and yes, hold.
And then, of course, there is Salim's chest. Jason could say with ease that he's obsessed with this part of Salim, and Salim himself has to know as much by now. The way he could stay playing with just Salim's chest for hours should Salim let him.
So plump, strong, hairy- and oh God , his nipples- that sexy, deep mauve-pink colour, round, big, sensitive... Yeah, Jason's addicted.
He almost sighs in relief when he finally holds a perky pec in each hand, holding himself back, but only just barely. The soft skin feels so right against his palms and fingertips, like the weight was always meant to be there.
Salim's breath immediately hitches as Jason's thumbs circle his nipples, eyes falling closed and lips parting ever so slightly to make room for his breathy little sounds.
Jason's absolutely transfixed. His cock pulses, demanding he hurry, but his other head still has some patience left in it... Well, it did. At least until Salim decides to move his hand down over his panties, rubbing himself through the lace with the heel of his palm, the tip of his erect cock poking out the top.
Jason's brain all but short circuits, how could it not with a view like this? And with no functioning brain, he lets his dick take over.
He pulls away, and while Salim whines for him to stay- both the source of each other's warmth, and it's so damn tempting to keep put over top Salim- but there's something he needs if they want to continue.
Jason tries to stay focused as he steps off to their bedside table, rummaging around his messy side for that damned bottle of lube, unable to stop himself from looking back over his shoulder to Salim every few seconds.
Salim's devastatingly distracting, looking up at Jason with dark, half-lidded eyes, subtly rolling his hips into the grinding of his palm, his other hand having come up to play with his own chest, biting his lip, brows beautifully furrowed.
"Where the hell is this thing?" Jason half growls, half whines at his inability to find their lube, growing more and more exasperated with himself.
"Check the far left, my love. You were moving things around in there this morning, remember?" Salim hums, chiming in. Unbothered by how much time Jason's taking, happy to edge himself in the meantime.
Jason just grunts. It doesn't hurt to look back there, but he doubts the bottle managed to roll off all the way from the front to the back- He chuckles to himself as that's exactly where he finds it. Leave it to Salim to find it without even trying. He swears it's some kind of superpower parents develop or something.
Finally though, with lube now in hand, he can make his way back over to the most stunning man he's ever seen, licking his lips as Salim reopens his legs for him.
He slots himself right back in between those perfect thighs, grabbing onto a leg and raising it to kiss up along the shin, over knee, then down along inner thigh as he lowers himself to his knees. He moves Salim's hand off himself once he's settled on the floor, planting a quick kiss over the bulge of his panties, feeling the cock twitch against his lips deliciously.
He licks a hot streak over the fabric, relishing in how Salim pushes his hips up against his tongue, his breath hitching and thighs squeezing around Jason's shoulders from the easy pleasure.
Jason rubs a hand along Salim's cock, up to the tip of his panties, about to pull them down- freezing when Salim's suddenly jumping up into a sit, his hand grabbing over Jason's, completely halting him.
"Wa-wait!" Salim pants, shoulders rising and failing with every heavy breath.
"Somethin' wrong, baby? Did I do somethin'?" He tries to sound calm but his heart is thumping, worried something is wrong, terrified it's his fault.
Salim shakes his head, easing Jason's concern but not exactly answering why they stopped. He takes a few more breaths before finally telling Jason, "I want to try to cum without you touching me there."
"I- are you sure?" Jason gawks, trying not to look too excited and influence Salim's decision- but damn does he want to make his darling cum untouched, something Jason has never thought to try until now, but now he has... fuck, does he ever need to.
Salim nods, firm, sure. "Please. I want to come just from you dick inside me. I-" He clears his throat and looks away, embarrassed, "I've, ah, masturbated a few times to the thought, and-"
Salim's silenced as Jason pounces up and tackles him back into the bed with a searing kiss. All tongue and teeth, no room for air.
And if that's how Jason chooses to shut him up from now on? Well Salim certainly won't complain.
"I can do that, darlin'." Jason grunts when he finally manages to pull himself back again, "Gonna make you cum so hard you forget everythin' but my name, swear to God."
Salim has to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning over Jason's dirty words and the visual they provide, his cock pulsing at the thought of being reduced to a fucked out mess- and he knows if there's one person who can actually pull it off, it's Jason.
"You talk big game for someone so small." Salim teases, moving a hand from his forehead to Jason's as if measuring their height. The joke one which Salim has refused to let die since their first meeting years ago. An inside joke even Jason's grown fond of over time, despite how many times he's proved they're the same damn height.
Jason only grins at the comment, his own teasing remark rolling off his tongue with ease, "You know better than anyone else that I ain't 'small'."
He accentuates exactly what he means with a roll of his hips, and Salim's eyes are helpless but to follow the movement between his legs.
Jason's cock is beautiful, long and girthy, thick and pulsing veins running along its sides, the foreskin pulled back to reveal that delicious, pink head, already leaking precum onto Salim's stomach.
Salim can, and has, worshiped that cock all night. He loves touching it, feeling it, tasting it, getting it inside himself anyway he can- be it mouth or ass, Salim could never pick a favourite. Even just jerking Jason off is like a reward.
He's pulled out of his lustful musings by the telltale sound of a bottle cap popping open, tearing his eyes away from Jason's dick and looking up to his lover's face. Jason gives him a smug smile from having caught Salim staring so intently, but says nothing of it as he instead waves the bottle of lube in front of him.
"You ready, sweetheart?" He hums, his voice a low, seductive purr.
Salim nods, spreading his legs ever so slightly wider beneath Jason, a soft smile and tender expression across his face. There's hardly a need for words between them, so much familiarity and comfort in this position, one they've been in countless times before.
"Please, habibi, I want to have you inside me." His body burns for Jason's touch, a full bodied yearning, a need only Jason can satisfy.
"Then I won't make you wait any longer." Jason's smile is cocky despite his own full face flush giving away just how bad he too wants to touch Salim- not that there was ever much of a question.
He pours a good amount of lube over his fingers, better more than less, discarding the bottle by Salim's hips for now so he'll have easy access to it when he needs it again later.
He holds one of Salim's hands in his own, just beside his head on the mattress, leisurely leaning in to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin on his throat while his other slicked up hand moves between Salim's thighs.
Salim gasps as Jason's fingers glide over his hole, circling his entrance and spreading the lube around with practiced ease.
"[Mmm, Allah, finally .]" He breathes as Jason slowly pushes a finger in. The easy friction and slight stretch a sensation Salim loves, one which will only get better with two, three fingers, and then, when the fingers retreat and Jason's cock takes their place- ah, Salim can't help but squeeze down on the finger inside him in anticipation.
Jason chuckles against his neck like he knows what he's thinking, and knowing Jason, he probably does.
This is different to how Salim is usually prepared, but Jason can't complain too much, not when Salim's arm moves to wrap so tightly around him, panting into his ear- he can't wait until those little pants turn to full blown moans.
Usually, Jason is knelt down between Salim's legs while he stretches him like this, either sucking or jerking him off in time to his thrusting fingers, looking up at Salim over his stomach, staring into his lover's eyes who just can't seem to look away.
He relishes in the way Salim's breath hitches as he folds in a second finger, thrusting, and twisting, and bending in search of a very familiar spot-
It takes little to no time at all to find, its location all but mapped out in his mind. He has to pull back from Salim's neck as he grazes his prostate, wanting to devour his darling's reactions.
The way his eyes go wide before rolling back into his skull, his lips parting to make way for a wanton moan, and how his head tilts back into the sheets, exposing more of the beautifully marked up throat, letting Jason get an even better view of that wonderful lace choker he's wearing.
He takes his time just grinding his fingers into Salim's prostate, milking it for Salim's heavenly sounds, bombarding him with praise all the while.
"God, Salim. If you could see yourself, see how fuckin' beautiful you are." He's panting, out of breath despite being untouched, Salim somehow always gets him like this, "Squirming on my fingers- bet you're wishing it were my cock instead, huh?"
Salim nods vigorously, desperate, eyes squeezing shut and brows furrowing, unable to speak between chest heaving moans and shaking breaths.
Jason is unrelenting as he begins to thrust and scissor his fingers again, he knows Salim can take it.
"You take my fingers so well, baby. Can feel your body tryin' to pull 'em in every time I pull 'em out, can feel you clench whenever I brush over that special little spot inside ya."
He looks down between their bodies, cursing under his breath at the sight that awaits him; Salim's hips desperately rock back, trying to fuck himself back on Jason's fingers, the tip of his cock which peaks out from his panties is a fucking stunning red, dribbling precum over himself, pooling and stringy on his stomach- shit, it's enough where Jason has to clench his jaw and look away to stop himself from cumming.
He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before pressing in a third finger, latching himself back onto Salim's neck for a few more kisses before going back to the heavenly view below him.
On lazy nights, Jason could spend hours just prepping Salim. His fingers thrusting, twisting, curling, and scissoring inside his lover just like this.
It's as pleasurable for Jason as it is for Salim. Although he's not writhing or moaning like Salim, Jason too is on cloud nine.
He feels blessed just to be able to get his lover to move like this, to be able to completely envelop himself in just Salim's noises, his expressions, his movements.
Jason makes sure his eyes catch it all, not missing a moment, not a beat- it's all perfection.
Here there is no distraction of his own need, no timer for how long he can last, just him and Salim's unwavering pleasure as his sole focus. As it should be.
And while Jason could make tonight a lazy night, could slowly take Salim apart piece by piece and build him back up until both of them are boneless and satisfied, that is not the night either of them yearn for tonight, it's not what they've been building up to.
The energy is too electric, the air hot and heavy, burning around them. The earlier groping, squeezing, dizzying kisses, the impatient humps- Plus, Salim's lingerie makes Jason feel out of control of himself, like he needs to fuck Salim like an animal tonight.
And judging by the looks of Salim, his love wants it, craves it, just as much.
Surely that's the reason the lingerie was bought in the first place; to drive Jason insane. To have him pound Salim so hard and thorough it makes both of them forget their growing age.
Jason will do that and more. Once Jason's done with him tonight, Salim will remember what it's like to not be able to walk in the morning.
And with that thought, Jason's decision is made. His dick throbs, impatient, ready to finally have its turn.
Salim whines when Jason retracts his fingers, eyes lazily opening to see why his lover stopped, squirming impatiently when he's graced with the sight of Jason's slick hands fumbling with the lube bottle.
He pours a copious amount over his cock, groaning in relief to finally be stroking himself, providing some friction to his aching cock- and Salim is certainly enjoying the show with how his eyes refuse to leave Jason's dick as he works himself.
Jason allows himself just a few more pumps than necessary, greedily humping into his own hand while Salim waits and watches, difficult to stop his own pleasure when it would be so easy to cum like this- to paint Salim and his pretty lace getup white... but it would be such a shame not to properly fuck his lover first, and until sunrise like requested.
With great restraint, Jason removes his hand from himself, wrapping an arm instead around Salim's thigh to lift it from the edge of the bed to up against his chest, knee over Jason's shoulder.
Salim's eyes are transfixed on Jason's cock, hypnotized by every twitch, every pulse. His mouth waters over how deliciously close that cock is to exactly where he needs it, Jason just needs to shift forward ever so slightly.
Despite Salim's growing desperation, Jason takes his time committing the view below him to memory. There's a chance Salim is never brave enough to dress up like this again, and so Jason makes sure he won't forget this.
What absolutely drives him insane though, are Salim's panties. How with his hand hitching Salim's leg up against his chest like this, Jason gets the perfect view of that heart shaped opening, and even better; the well lubed up, fluttering muscle awaiting his cock perfectly framed in the center of them.
Once he's tortured them both enough with his inaction, Jason finally satisfied with the view... or, well, more like too impatient to keep waiting any longer- Jason begins to move.
Holding the base of his cock with his free hand, Jason drags it over Salim's pretty little hole, up and down over the muscle, teasing but not pushing in.
Not until Salim's frustration boils over, catching eyes with the man above him, brows furrowed in a mix of needy, aching desperation and annoyance.
And Salim will only realize moments later that Jason very purposefully worked him up to this point. To get him to beg- or well try to, because just as Salim parts his lips to complain, Jason, in one big thrust, pushes himself all the way in.
The result is beautiful. The wait completely worth it, to Jason at least.
The way Salim’s back arches off the bed, his head thrown back with a heavenly moan tearing itself from his lips- A reaction Jason ever gets when he takes the older man by surprise, an unfortunate rarity for how incredible it is.
Salim rambles in Arabic as he comes down from the sudden fullness and jolt of pleasure- insults, Jason's sure, but they have no bite, especially not when Salim's legs are trembling and his eyes are squeezed shut tight in his bliss.
"You tellin' me how much ya love me, sweetheart?" Jason teases, a shit-eating grin spread across his face, "I love ya, too."
Salim only opens one eye to glare at Jason, all half-hearted before shaking his head, bringing a hand up to hide his own smile, "You're lucky I love you, Jason."
"Oh, believe you me, I know." Jason laughs. carefully leaning down over Salim to slot their lips together, slow, and tender, and meaningful. It turns desperate fast, Salim's hands sliding up into Jason's hair, his free leg wrapping behind Jason's back.
Jason nips and lightly pulls Salim's lip between his teeth, letting go and licking tenderly over it before diving back in.
The twine of their tongues, the push and pull. They breathe into each other, unable to pull away, addicted.
When Salim does break their kiss he stays just as close, eyes closed, forehead pressed against Jason's, his hands framing his lover's cheeks.
"You can move, hayati. [Please], I'm ready."
Jason nods against him, stealing just a few more kisses before giving Salim what he wants.
He pulls out slow, holding his breath, eyes locked over Salim's face- both to worship and to watch for any signs of discomfort, just in case.
Salim shivers at the slow draw out, bringing a hand up to bite his knuckle as Jason pushes back in, a shaky breath slipping past his lips despite his efforts to silence himself.
Jason doesn't allow it, taking the hand into his own, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of his bitten knuckle, "Let me hear ya, darlin'." He flips Salim's hand, kissing over the heel of his palm, another peck moving down to his wrist, "Wanna hear it all, baby. Every little breath you make for me. Everythin'."
He lets go of Salim's hand, only so he can instead cradle the side of his face, his thumb rubbing over the light stubble of Salim's cheek. "I want all of you, I just need you to give it to me."
He places a quick kiss over Salim's lips, looking tenderly into his eyes, "Can ya do that for me?"
Salim takes a careful breath, hand closing over Jason's, his eyes sliding closed as he lets himself melt into the slow rock of his lover's hips, "Anything for you, habibi-" He cuts himself off as his breath hitches over a particularly deep thrust in, "Anything, I swear to you."
"Then you just lay right on back and let your shield take care of you, darlin'~" Jason whispers against Salim's lips, reluctantly moving his hand away from Salim's cheek to hold himself up better on the mattress for proper leverage with his thrusts.
He drags himself in and out with careful, even strides, relishing in the tight heat wrapped around his cock. The way Salim's body moves with his, rocking up and down with the bed beneath them, sheets beginning to crimple and frame his lover, the glow of the beside lamplight giving Salim's body an almost ethereal look. Jason's very own angel.
"Mmm~" Salim moans, keening at the perfect rhythm of his partner's hips. One of his hands move to tangle into and grip the sheets beside his head, the other moving up along the center of his body until it reaches his chest, trailing off just a little off to the left to toy and pull on his nipple- he bites his lip at the additional sensation, letting out a long, shaky whine as Jason's cock just grazes against his prostate, pleasure humming through every inch of his body from head to now curling toes.
Jason notes and hones in on Salim's obvious spike of pleasure, the way his body clenches around him, his hand clawing tighter at the mattress, and his leg squeezes tighter behind Jason, urging him on.
And when Jason readjusts his hips just right, a little up and ever so slightly to the left- Salim's reaction tells Jason he'd nailed his lover's prostate straight on.
Salim's back arches off the bed, head thrown back as his body squeezes down on Jason's cock, literally shaking as Jason grinds down hard and deep into that heavenly bundle of nerves inside him.
And his moans, dear God, his moans- the sounds Salim makes, ever so fervent, his usually deep voice rising in pitch- Jason would do anything to hear these noises of his over and over for eternity.
He groans as his hips pick up speed, the hand holding Salim's leg over his shoulder squeezes tight over the meat of his lover's thigh, smoothing down and thumbing at the lace fabric of the stockings framing the plump skin before coming back up to grope and knead at the perfect ass below him.
Salim's leg around Jason's back urges him on, his hands moving back up to Jason's back again, blunt nails scratching at Jason's spine and shoulder blades as he desperately tries to hold him ever closer, his chest flushed red and heaving heavy, wanton, almost frantic breaths.
Jason switches between rough humps and deep grinds in, eating up every sound he pulls out of his lover, every breath, every whimper and whine.
Everything.
Salim's jaw is slack, brows tightly furrowed in that ever so fucking adorable way of his. His lips are parted, so red and plump, bruised from all Jason's endless kisses and bites, from his own teeth dragging over his lower lip in all his fruitless efforts to try and keep his glorious sounds muffled.
The way his eyelashes flutter with every thrust, eyes half-lidded and locked onto Jason's with equal adoration and worship between them.
Gorgeous.
Salim's eyes grow teary, almost overwhelmed by every pump in that sends jolts of pleasure up his spine- his cock aches, untouched, wanting, so close but needing the additional push. He fucking loves it, the edging incredible, he can't wait to cum like this, he feels as though he might burst and that has never sounded so amazing.
Still, through blurry vision, Salim watches Jason as best he can. He's panting, close to drooling over him but he always bites his lip just in time. Jason's face is flushed a deep red all over, down his neck and around the shell of his ears, his pupils so dark and dilated with lust Salim can't even see the original caramel brown iris behind them.
Watching how Jason's fit body moves with every thrust in and out- how his tight pecs and the arm holding himself up on the bed flexes, how he rocks over top of him- Salim is enthralled, mesmerized, completely unable to look away.
Jason moans as Salim starts to grind his hips down on each of Jason's pushes in, his hips flush and rocking with Salim's ass.
"Fuck, baby-" Jason pants, dropping his forehead down against Salim's shoulder, arm almost shaking as he strains to keep himself up like this, he can usually last so much longer but the lingerie is making him weak, makes him feel like the usual pleasure of sex has somehow increased ten fold.
"You're so fuckin' incredible- So good for me- Ha, mmmm, so fuckin' tight."
Salim's hands move up to entangle in Jason's hair, damp with sweat. He tugs lightly, just how Jason likes, smiling satisfied with himself when Jason moans, hot breath dusting over his neck and sending chills up his spine.
"Jas- Jason-" Salim huffs, he can tell Jason's arm is getting tired and aims to give him some reprieve, "Habibi- I- Mmm~ [Shit], I want to ride you." He moans as Jason nails his prostate particularly hard, perfect, drool spilling down the corner of his mouth.
Jason's hips stutter all on their own, cursing under his breath as he needs to force himself to abruptly stop, biting hard on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from cumming.
"Holy shit-" He grunts, nodding against Salim's shoulder, "Yeah... Yeah, you can ride me, ju- just give me a sec..."
Salim smiles, soft and fond as he turns his head to kiss the side of Jason's face, just below his hairline where he can reach with Jason tucked away in his shoulder.
He's patient as Jason brings himself back from the brink of orgasm, taking deep breaths which slowly turn more steady.
Eventually finding enough strength to push himself up again, just enough to move his head over so he can kiss Salim in the meantime, nice, soft, and slow, just gentle presses of their lips as they continue to settle down until Jason's ready to move.
He pulls away with a soft sound between their lips as they disconnect, his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth before deciding he's finally ready to pull out without risk of cumming.
"Ready?" Salim asks softly, a tender hand running through Jason's disheveled hair, brushing back the short strands flat along the side of his head.
"Yeah." Jason huffs, nodding as he turns his head to catch and kiss the palm of Salim's hand, "Yeah, I think so."
With one last deep breath, Jason begins to pull out, shivering as he does. He bites his lip to keep himself silent despite the groan fighting to push through, wanting to focus solely on how Salim's breath hitches and he whines on the slow retraction of Jason's dick.
He helps unhook Salim's knee from over his shoulder before letting go of his thigh, allowing Salim's legs to drop back down over the edge of their bed as he takes a step out from between his lover's thighs.
He helps pull Salim up off the bed after giving him just a moment to relax, grabbing his hand and hoisting him to his feet, oddly reminiscent of helping pull Salim up over ledges back down in the pits of hell they'd fallen into years ago- thoughts fading away as Salim tugs Jason in for a kiss once back on their feet, using the very hand Jason had helped him up with to pull him in nice and close.
What had only meant to have been a chaste kiss quickly changes course, the two growing more and more handsy with each other, Jason licking into Salim's mouth and Salim eagerly letting him, grabbing and pulling at each other with frantic hands, all over each other like desperate teenagers.
When they manage to part again, hot and heavy and panting again, all cooling off for naught, Salim grins cocky and seductive at Jason, "Lay down, hayati. Let me ride you. Let me make love to you."
"Shit, darlin'." Jason smiles, leaning in for another quick kiss, then another just for good measure, ignoring his aching, throbbing cock for just a second longer, "How the hell could I ever say 'no' when you ask me like that?"
He gives Salim's ass a playful smack before climbing up into their bed, laying his head back onto their plush pillows for just a moment before pushing himself up onto his elbows so he can watch Salim- and watch he does, in utter awe as Salim crawls up over him, a hungry look in his eyes.
Jason can't help but swallow in anticipation. God, give him strength.
Jason loves when Salim rides him normally, but now, while he's clad in lingerie- Dear God.
Thick thighs framed by stockings, splayed over Jason, his knees spread wide on either side of his hips. A perfect view of his panties and the red, leaking head of his cock which peeks out just past the tip of the delicate underwear. And that sexy damn garter belt that showcases Salim's beautiful hips and stomach.
He may very well have a new favourite sight.
They watch each other for just a moment, each taking in the new view of their lover, worshiping in the low lamp lighting.
There are no words as Salim raises his hips, reaching down under between his legs in search of Jason cock, gently trailing his fingers up the shaft from base to tip with utter care before grabbing its base and lining it up with his ready and waiting entrance.
He moans as he slowly inserts it, slowly sliding down, eyes falling closed as he basks in being so perfectly full again, his ass falling flush with Jason's pelvis.
"Jesus Christ." Jason groans, letting his head drop back down into the pillows for just a moment, his hands coming up to grip and squeeze over Salim's hips, trying to keep himself grounded.
"You okay?" Salim asks through a fond chuckle, moving his hands up over Jason's chest, lazily massaging and rubbing the firm muscle of his pecks, ready to use that part of Jason for leverage to help him bounce once he's ready, just waiting for Jason's approval.
"Baby, I'm fuckin' perfect right now." Jason groans, loving every second of being buried deep inside Salim, wishing he could last forever, stay here forever- he should really bring up cockwarming one of these days, but now is not the time to think about that, not if he doesn't want to cum before Salim even starts to move.
"Are you ready?" Salim hums, risking a slow rock of his hips in a small circular motion, dragging out the movement to watch how Jason's mouth falls open and his brows draw up as Salim purposely squeezes down around him.
"God, yes." Is all Jason has to utter before Salim begins to move.
Salim rocks up and down with practiced ease, strong thighs easily lifting himself up as pressing himself, hands flat on Jason's pecs. He's taking his sweet time with every bounce, humming in satisfaction over the slow drag in and out of Jason's cock inside him.
He rolls his hips every time he bottoms out, watching closely how Jason gnaws on his own lip, his eyes racking over Salim's body with a wonder Salim doesn't understand- he doesn't think his body is worthy of such love and worship, yet somehow Jason proves him wrong everyday.
Jason makes him feel so good, he wants to make Jason feel the same.
And with a devious little smile, he does just that.
Jason's only warning had been that flash of a mischievous smile which had spread across Salim's lips, given nothing else before Salim begins riding him in earnest. He bounces on Jason's cock with reckless abandon, and Jason is suddenly skyrocketed back to cloud nine.
His nails dig into Salim's hips, grip so tight his fingers leave crescent bruises behind in their wake. His head is thrown back in the pillows, his mouth stuck half open as Salim expertly pulls an endless string of moans from his lips, playing him like an instrument.
Salim's no better in hiding his pleasure, moaning every time Jason's hips connect with his ass, huffing in the growing effort of lifting himself up and slamming himself down in such a rapid pace- his eyes are shut, lips parted, and head thrown back to the ceiling.
Jason doesn't know where to look, eyes wanting to take it all on, to not miss a thing, not a second of the sight above him- Salim's flexed thighs, the jiggle of said thighs, of his ass and pecs; the way his cock twitches and bobs half out of his panties, pressed against his stomach and leaking steady; and his throat, red and bruised, raw and marked, framed by that lace choker Jason will one day have to beg to see Salim wear while sucking his dick.
It takes a while for Jason to bring himself back down to reality, his head momentarily so lost in the strong haze of pleasure, realizing slowly but surely it's time for him to start returning the effort- they're a duo after all, sword and shield, he can't just leave Salim to work all on his own.
As soon as Jason's fully back to his senses, his wits properly about him now, he makes sure not to keep Salim waiting for assistance any longer.
His grip on Salim's hips tighten further, using his strength to help Salim's thighs as he rises, and when he slams him back down, Jason flawlessly bucks his hips up right into his prostate, rough, perfect.
Salim's entire body tenses and shakes in his ecstasy, and this time it's Jason's turn to grin deviously, because he makes sure not to relent, not giving Salim a moments respite as he continues to roughly fuck up into him through it all, up down, up down.
The sound it tears from Salim when his over pleasured body is finally able to make sound again is absolutely, deliciously guttural. Moan after moan with every pounding thrust inside him, his mind feels as if it's melting under the heat of it all.
" Uhnn- Ah- Haaa- Mmmm~ " He whines on every deep push in, sitting up impossibly straighter, back arching as he brings both his hands up off Jason's body to instead tug and twist on his own nipples.
The way he drools, his hips desperately circling and grinding down, thighs working on over drive to impossibly increase the already rapid thrusts inside- Jason know it means Salim's close, and God, so is he, but Salim needs to cum first... and if he's lucky enough to hold out his own orgasm beyond that, there's one more position Jason would like to try on Salim while he still has him dressed up oh so pretty.
"You close, darlin'?" Jason grunts, keeping the rhythm of his hips nice and hard as he helps Salim bounce on him, working to bring Salim ever closer to his climax.
"Y-yeah-" Salim whines, nodding frantically, needing to cum so damn bad. He's itching for the orgasm that could have happened now so many times over had he allowed Jason to touch his cock through all of this, he's so painfully hard, so desperate.
"You gonna be able to come like this?" He asks gently, despite the brutal pumps of his hips, trying to let Salim know he can back out of his request of trying to cum untouched should he feel he need to.
" Mmm - Mhm," Salim continues to nod, struggling to speak through the mind numbing heat and pressure building up in his abdomen, so close, "J-just keep- Ahh , g-going like thisss- a-almost- th-there... Oh, pleeease!"
Jason nearly stops a moment, mind in utter wonder over Salim's wanton plea to keep going, so he doubles, triples his efforts, forcing a long, continuous, and keening moan out of his lover, "Oooooh! Mmmm!"
He rambles on in an incoherent mix of English and Arabic, the few words he can get out are used to plead for Jason not to stop, to please never stop. His chest heaves with every breath, the air never lasting long in his lungs before it's quickly forced back out again in the form of hearty moans.
And finally, after dancing on the edge for so long, with a wonderfully harsh thrust in at just the right angle, he's at last pushed over.
His mouth falls open in a silent scream as he cums, splashes hitting both his and Jason's stomach from the upright positioning of his cock. His back arches in a beautiful curve, body quivering, thighs shaking almost violently as Jason keeps on thrusting to help drag out his lover's earth-shattering orgasm.
Jason slowly eases his thrusts to just a slow grind of their hips, then eventually to a stop as Salim comes back down to the world around him, his brows still furrowed, eyes still squeezed shut tight until moments pass and he can finally find the strength to open them again.
He has to blink past the blurriness for a moment as his vision returns to him, slumping down over Jason's chest, the two of them panting heavily against each other, huffing into the crook of each other's neck.
Salim revels in the afterglow of his orgasm, his body still occasionally involuntarily shaking, loving the sticky feeling between his and Jason's bodies, both from his cum and their sweat- His thighs ache, but he dare not move and ruin this perfect closeness, the bonelessness. Not yet, just a little longer.
Jason's hands run up and down along Salim's back, fingers gently trailing along the curve of the defined spine, he smiles into Salim's neck when he feels the man hunched over above him shiver at the attention.
They lay just like this for a short while, even Jason not wanting to move despite his still pulsing erection.
Eventually Salim does find the strength to try and sit back up, trying to push himself back up off Jason's chest- only to stop and drop back down against Jason with a shuddered gasp, shocked when the movement had Jason's cock grazing right past his oversensitive prostate.
Now focusing on it, he can feel Jason's cock is still rigid inside him, he can feel it throb.
He pushes himself up again, carefully now, just up to his elbows, just enough to get a good look at Jason, the man giving him a devilish grin from down on their pillows.
"You're still hard?" Salim asks incredulously- He'd figured Jason had cum during his own orgasm, that he'd just unfortunately missed it in his own overwhelming pleasure.
But sure enough, as Salim gives a weak roll of his tired hips, just to make sure he's not imagining things- He's immediately proven not to be, proving to himself that Jason's definitely still rock hard inside him.
"Yeah." Jason pants, proud of himself. That cocky smirk of his still spread across his face, accentuating those devastatingly gorgeous dimples of his- bastard.
"Wanted to try one more position with you, while I still got you dressed up so nice and pretty for me."
Salim looks at him surprised, eyes wide at the ask- Jason had nearly cum from their first position, now he's asking for a third? How is he still holding out? "Seriously?"
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Jason laughs, tone low and teasing, a playful spark in those still lust clouded eyes, "You're the one who wanted to fuck until sunrise, ain't ya?"
Salim can't exactly argue with that, especially not with how Jason quirks his brow and smirks like it's supposed to be a challenge- One which Salim is too stubborn to turn down, and Jason knows it.
"Alright." Salim smiles, grinding his hips down, biting his tongue to keep himself quiet and trying his hardest to school his expression to match Jason's cockiness, acting as if he's the one in control here and not the one who just came his brains out, "What position, my love."
Jason's eyes darken impossibly further, swiping his tongue slowly along his lower lip. Salim swallows almost helplessly as he watches the slow, deliberate drag of Jason's tongue, he's in trouble, isn't he.
"I want you on your hands and knees, darlin'. I'm 'bout to mount you like a fuckin' animal." Not an ask. A demand.
Salim can't help the whine that builds in his throat. Those words really shouldn't get Salim as hot and bothered as they do, definitely not so soon after cumming, but oh Allah, his stomach does flips at the prospect of it- Of Jason rutting into him from behind like some dog, oh fuck , and the even deeper , almost impossible depths the position allows Jason to delve inside him...
Salim bites his lip, looking Jason in the eyes, a bad idea when it all but damns him. Salim feels helpless but to give in to Jason's every whim when he looks at him the way he is now, completely relenting to the fact his body will be sore and exhausted tomorrow when Jason's done with him tonight.
As much as Jason complains about Salim's 'puppydog' eyes and how 'it ain't fair' that Salim can make him do whatever he wants with those big, brown doe eyes of his- Salim now feels he may just be in the same boat, Jason making him feel weak with just a little stare.
"Fine." He agrees, wetting his lips which suddenly feel too dry. He tears his eyes away from Jason's, fruitlessly trying and immediately failing to make it look as though he's not as excited and equally depraved as his lover, "Only because you still need to cum."
It has nothing to do with the fact Salim wants more than anything right now for Jason to mount him like promised, to be filled deep and full with Jason's cum... nothing at all...
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, darlin'." Jason laughs, seeing right through Salim's ruse, knowing exactly what Salim wants.
He helps Salim sit back up straight as he moves to sit up as well, taking his time to kiss at Salim's neck down to his chest, burying his face deep in those perfectly hairy pecs for just a glorious moment- he needs to relish in his time with them now, to make up for how he will soon miss them when he's unable to see them while Salim's on his hands and knees.
"God, Salim." Jason groans, a muffled growl into Salim's skin, "Just let me fuckin' live right here, could die happy right now."
Salim chuckles, deep and fond, running fingers through Jason's hair, "As much as I'm sure you would love that, I would miss that handsome face of yours too much."
"Mmm." Jason hums his agreement, as much as he loves Salim's chest, he loves Salim's face more, he would miss it too. Hell, he misses Salim's face every time he looks away.
He presses a final kiss to Salim's chest as he does eventually pull away, looking up at Salim with a wide grin as he prepares to move on. "Now, where were we again?" He asks, acting as if he'd forgotten when they both know otherwise.
"Hmm, I believe you were saying something about mounting me." Salim plays along.
"Ah, right." Jason smiles, eyes lowering down to where they're connected, "Y'know you're gonna have to get off me then?"
"Aw," Salim whines with a playful grin, giving his hips a lazy rock forward and back, "but habibi, I'm so comfortable here~"
Jason lets out a breathless groan over the tight, warm friction on his dick, trying to keep his teasing, cocky attitude, "Sure," he pants, "but I bet you'd be a lot more comfy with your face in the pillows and your ass in the air held up by my cock."
Salim swallows, his adams apple bobbing under the tight choker. He nods, biting his lip as heat begins to build and pool in his abdomen for a second time now, his dick trying to twitch back to life in his panties, "I suppose we won't know until we try."
"No," Jason chuckles, giving Salim's ass a tight squeeze, "no we won't."
They move fairly swiftly from there, Jason helping Salim swing his leg off over him so he can move out from under him. Jason turns away for a moment as Salim moves up to the pillows to get comfy, reaching off to the side for the previously forgotten bottle of lube and pouring a little more directly onto his cock just to be extra cautious- he sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, hissing at the chill of unwarmed lube on his heated dick.
He's glad he hadn't thought to warm it, the cold lube bringing himself down from the edge ever so slightly. He'd be livid if he came now, before even pressing himself inside Salim again after all he'd promised and teased.
He nearly chokes on his tongue when he turns back to face Salim, mouth watering at the sight. Salim's watching him intently from over his shoulder with his cheek pressed flat down onto the pillows, one hand down the front of his panties as he tries to work his still flaccid cock to at least some hardness, up on his knees his other hand is three fingers deep inside his ass, keeping himself loose, warm, and ready for Jason.
And then, of course, Jason is finally getting a good look at the full back of Salim's panties- God, the way they look with Salim bent over like this, how the hell is Jason meant to think straight?
His hands are on Salim's ass in an instant, crawling up to kneel right behind him. He's attracted to him like a magnet, body movie entirely on its own, and he feels as though it's impossible for him to pull away now he's touching him.
He gently takes Salim's fingers out of himself so he can get a completely unobstructed view of his body like this, eating up how Salim shivers under his intense gaze, Salim still watching Jason from over his shoulder.
Jason squeezes and gropes Salim's rear, loving how the soft skin squishes and moves beneath his fingers.
His thumbs smooth down to Salim's hole, pretty, pink, and fluttering from use, a light sheen of wetness glinting along the rim from all the lube- all perfectly visible and accessible via the heart shaped cutout in the underwear.
He spreads Salim's entrance with a pull of his thumbs lightly on the now puffy rim, listening closely to how Salim's breath hitches as he does.
"God, baby," Jason groans just at the view alone, cock aching to be buried deep in the beautiful ass presented in front of him, "I'm 'bout to ruin that pretty hole of yours."
"[Please.]" Salim whines, shaking his hips and rear, begging Jason to touch him, to fuck him again, "Please, habibi. Give me everything you have, do whatever you want to me."
And just like that, Jason's restraint snaps.
He palms handfuls of Salim's ass, spreading his cheeks wide as he drags his cock between them, rubbing himself over the stunningly slick hole, groaning at the easy friction, a smooth glide assisted with the lube all over his dick.
He grabs his cock tight by the base, tapping the head on Salim's cheeks and hole a few times just to tease. He needs to focus hard on not cumming as he starts pushing in, the perfectly tight heat of his lover like a siren's call to him, and already he is drowning in it.
" Ahh~ " Salim breathes out at the long press in, pushing himself up to his elbows so he can easily rock back onto Jason's cock.
One of Jason's hands quickly finds its place on Salim's hip, thumb hooked along the garter belt while his other hand smooths up the curve of Salim's back, fingers splayed over the back of his neck before sliding off to grip him by the crook of his shoulder.
"You ready, baby?" Jason hums, accentuating his words with a slow, deliberate grind of his hips, nice and deep, filling his lover to the very hilt of himself.
Salim can only give frantic nods, not trusting himself to speak quite this moment, more focused on keeping himself pushed back as far as possible on Jason even if the two of them are already as flush with each other as two people can be.
It's all the approval Jason needs before he starts a slow rock of his hips, bucking in and out, a continuous motion and smooth drag of his cock.
He keeps like this, eyes locked on the flex of Salim's back and how his head hangs low between his shoulders, watching Salim's body gently rock forward on the mattress with every thrust in that jolts him forward, before pulling him back with the tight grip on his shoulder and hip.
"Harder-" Salim huffs between soft pants, so quiet, barely a whispered prayer. Jason almost misses it entirely, nearly obscured by the light sound of their hips connecting and the soft sound of lube squelching between them; he's not entirely sure if he'd just imagined Salim saying it.
"Fuck me harder, habibi." Salim repeats, louder now, more forceful as he slams his hips back on Jason's next hump in, "Pound me into the mattress, make love to me as rough as you'd promised."
Jason's hips still as he desperately clenches his teeth to keep himself from spilling over, eyes squeezed shut tight, swallowing a tight lump in his throat... he definitely heard Salim this time.
"I ain't know how long Imma last, darlin'." Jason warns, leaning down over Salim's back and pressing kisses along shoulder blades and the back of his neck, inching up to the shell of his ear. He can't help his panting, hot and heavy despite being still.
"You don't have to last, my love- just fuck me 'like an animal' for as long as you're able and I will be satisfied."
Jason groans, nodding as he presses a few kisses to the side of Salim's head before pushing himself back up, "I can do that."
He takes a deep, shaky breath as he steels himself- he feels reassured knowing Salim will not care how soon he cums, but that doesn't mean he wants to shoot his load right away.
When ready, Jason gives Salim no warning, just slamming his hips forward in a wonderfully rough thrust, followed by another, and another, and another-
Salim moans wantonly with every deep thrust, swears he feels it all the way in his stomach.
He grips the sheets with growing desperation as Jason finally begins to deliver on his promise to mount and fuck him like an animal.
Their headboard bangs into the wall with every pounding thrust as Jason fucks into him like an absolute beast, no rhyme or reason. His hips piston around for Salim's prostate and when he finds it- holy shit.
Salim's arms give out, face dropping down into the pillows as he all but screams through a moan that would shock them both were it not thankfully muffled.
Jason's hips don't stop, following Salim down to the mattress, chest draped heavy and heaving over Salim's back, caging him in perfectly underneath him, drooling down into his neck with sloppy kisses and bites.
Salim can feel his eyes water as the pleasure gets overwhelming, feeling his own second orgasm quickly approaching.
"[Shit, Jason- Oh, Allah, I can't-]" He whines, needy and desperate as he drools down into the pillows, trying to push his hips back in time with Jason's brutal timing- Jason just squeezes his hips harder, keeping him in place and fucking him impossibly harder, all but growling into his throat.
He chokes on a sob as Jason's hand snakes around the front of him, quickly fisting his half hard cock in time with his bucking hips- "Jas- I'm gonna-!" He gasps, biting hard on the pillows, eyes rolling back into his skull as he cums hard, dry, almost painful with how it overwhelms him.
Jason's hips move impossibly faster, jackhammering inside Salim, the inside of his lover so tight from his most recent orgasm, fluttering around him, squeezing him, milking him- his hips stutter out of the minimal rhythm they'd once held, and now that Salim's finally cum again, Jason allows himself to finally let go.
He sees white as he cums, hips continuing to rut in and out, slowly slowing down to a gentle grind as he draws out his orgasm for as long as he can until he feels his sticky mess start to drip out past him and down Salim's thighs.
For a moment he allows his weight to just drop on top of Salim, knowing his lover can handle it, the two of them just panting hard, until Jason finds the strength in his limbs to roll off him.
Salim rolls over to face him almost immediately as he does, smirking despite his face being flushed red from the heat of their bodies as well as the exertion of their activities.
"I take it you liked the outfit?"