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Where Shedletsky and Two Time slept upstairs was polar opposite from the situation in the downstairs bathroom. Chance’s hands roamed Guest’s body as the bulkier man had them pressed hard against the bathroom floor, hands caging the gambler’s head on either side of the tiles. Chance grinned up at Guest, gold tooth shining against the dim fluorescent ceiling light, their dreads laid against the white floor. The room was hot, both of them left panting with dry mouths and marked necks. Their lips were chapped from constant friction. Guest groaned as Chance’s hands squeezed his muscular chest, their fingers grazing over his nipple. Guest suddenly stood up, Chance’s hand fell slack as he turned on the sink, cupping water in his hands to drink.
Chance stayed laid on the floor, their belt undone, overcoat off and their white dress shirt half way unbuttoned.
“Awww, we's done already? All dat foreplay n' we ain't gettin' to tha good stuff?" They whined in a drunken complaint. “C'mon, don'tcha tell me ya don't wan' more o' dis ol’ sexy gambla.”
Guest rolled his eyes as he gulped down the water from his hands. He suddenly turned back to Chance, he suddenly grabbed them by the waist and flipped them onto their stomach with ease.
“Oh, we ain't done yet, jus' needed a lil' refresh.” Guest said, voice heavy with liquor and lust.
Guest straddled Chance’s ass, giving it a harsh smack through the fabric, eliciting a sharp gasp from Chance. Guest used one hand to tug down Chance’s black dress pants and boxers down roughly, while the other crept up their back, and around their face until his fingers reached their lips. He didn’t even have to ask as Chance parted his lips eagerly to the new intrusion of Guest’s fingers. They let them explore their mouth, as Guest’s other hands gripped harshly onto one of Chance’s ass cheeks. Chance’s tongue swirled around Guest’s fingers, occasionally giving them a long suck and exaggerated moan. Guest’s fingers suddenly left their mouth as he flipped them back over onto their back. Chance’s hand crawled up Guest’s meaty thigh, rubbing slowly lazily circles right ontop of Guest’s bulge, making the man huff in attempt to hide how much the simple touch effected him. Chance suddenly harshly squeezed it, Guest let out a guttural groan. He then retaliated by giving Chance a long teasing stroke to their dick, they squirmed with a complaining whine.
Guest ran his fingers through Chance’s dreads gently before roughly grabbing a handful and pulling it back so their throat was exposed and accessible. Almost all of their skin was marked by now, purple and red with bite marks and hickeys but that didn’t stop Guest from running his tongue along their collarbone, teeth grazing their skin, occasionally lightly nipping it just to make Chance’s hips buck against his own.
Chance reached for Guest’s zipper, pulling it down, then attempted to tug down the rest of the denim.
“Give me’a hand bab’ee?” Chance drawled seductively.
Guest grumbled before throwing off his jeans, his black wife beater shirt followed in suit as he threw both to the corner of the bathroom. As Guest’s busied himself with removing his clothes, Chance slid out from under him. Getting onto his knees, while Guest was now left in his boxers.
“Stand up big boy.” Chance commanded, but as Guest raised a brow at the order they added a small please.
Guest stood up, hands immediately going to Chance’s hair, he expected Chance to immediately tear off the boxers, but they didn’t. Guest sucked in a breath and released a low groan, hands tightening in their hair as Chance suddenly began to lick and suck at the bulge in his boxers damp with pre-cum. Their hands gripped Guest’s thighs, practically kneading at the rough skin just to feel its girth.
“Quit teasin’ Chance.” Guest growled.
Chance simply grinned against the wet fabric, staring up at him as they pointedly swirled their tongue slowly against his clothed dick. But then, finally to Guest’s relief Chance tugged down the boxers, Guest’s length hit them in the face. It was long, girthy and veiny. Chance took note of the way his pubes were blue like his hair.
“Daaaamnn you’re huge! An’.. heheh, looks like da cur'ins match da drapes” Chance commented, eyebrows wiggling.
“Shut it an’ get on wit’ it.” Guest hissed through his teeth.
“Ooo sir yea’s sir!” Chance said in mock obedience, but his hand wrapped around the base of Guest’s cock as he began to suck on the very tip. His tongue swirled around on it, Guest was getting impatient, so as Chance slowly lowered himself onto his dick, Guest’s hands tightened in their hair and shoved them down his length.
He nearly felt bad as Chance softly gagged, but they didn’t pull away, just giving a small muffled whine of complaint to which Guest rolled his eyes. As Chance bobbed up and down, they paused at the base, Guest’s hands holding his head down. Before they even knew it, Guest had finished directly down his throat. Chance’s eyes rolled back at Guest groaned in pleasure, keeping Chance there until he finished. As he did, he let Chance’s lips leave his dick with a small pop. Chance sat slumped over on his knees, panting and coughing slightly. Guest took a moment, but eventually kneeled to run a comforting soft hand through Chance’s dreads, to which Chance leaned into.
They weren’t done, oh no not at all, as soon as Chance caught his breath they found themself being flipped over onto their stomach, Guest manhandling them with ease.
“Ay.. ay.. Take it easy..” Chance huffed, already tired but still willing.
Guest grunted in somewhat acknowledgment, his large veiny hands gripping onto Chance’s cheeks, spreading them but not before giving one a harsh smack, to which Chance moaned exaggeratedly at.
“Say ‘ahh’” Guest directed, his fingers crawling back toward’s Chance’s mouth.
Chance opened up and sucked without another word from either of the survivors.
Eventually the fingers left their mouth with a pop! Then were shoved into their ass with a “FU— GUEST—“ from Chance. Guest rolled his eyes.
“I’m jus’ preppin’ ya.” He slurred, his fingers pumping in and out.
“MMFPH— N-Naahh.. hah.. I don’ need no prep!” Chance panted out, and Guest didn’t wasted any time.
Guest’s fingers were out in a second, already lining up his dick to their hole.
“..Ya’ re’ady Chancey?” Guest asked in a final confirmation.
“Y-yeah— jus’ d-dont call me that.” Chance said, right before they felt Guest slam into them.
They yelped in pain, hands scrabbling at the bathroom tiles, but as Guest paused for a moment, still buried deep inside them, huffing, some of Chance’s pain subsided into pleasure at the feeling of being absolutely filled. They could feel Guest’s cock in their stomach, and god if it didn’t feel amazing…
Guest gave it a few seconds, before he slowly began to pump in, and out. The two both groaning lowly, punctuating every slow thrust.
“G.. hah.. Guest.. y..your s’b-big..” Chance groaned drunkenly in pleasure.
Guest didn’t respond verbally, but began to gradually pick up the pace of his thrusts, one hand holding on tight to Chance’s hip, another tugging on Chance’s hair. Chance’s tongue lolled out, drool leaking to his chin. Tears of pleasure fell from beneath those shades, they made no noise other than almost pitiful whines while Guest groaned and grunted, mumbling gibberish mixed of praise and degradation— whatever dirty words that came to his mind even if they didn’t make sense.
Dear god did Guest have amazing stamina, minutes and minutes had passed yet Guest hadn’t let up. Chance on other hand, was nearly overspent. The floor below their stomach was sticky with their release, as they’d already came multiple times. Only now, did Guest’s thrusts stutter.
“Fu’.. Chance.. I’m.. Fu’.. I’m go..gonna—“ He interrupted himself with a low guttural groan as he buried himself deep, and let go.
His cum spurted out and oozed from where his cock was imbedded in their hole. Chance’s thighs were shaking, in fact, their whole body was. Guest pulled out slowly, cautiously. Releasing their hair. He climbed off of them, and pulled them up so that they had their back resting against the wall, propped up.
“..You good..?” Guest checked in, taking note of Chance’s heavily disheveled state.
“Pshh... heh... I'm fiine, you jush fuc'd me a lil' shtupid.” Chance replied, voice quieter.
Chance was tired, not quite his usual loud and confidently cocky self. Guest stood up, and began to run the bath, thank god they were the bathroom. As the water ran a comfortable warm, he took Chance by the under arms, and lifted them. Setting them down into the bath with himself, positioning them to be between his legs. Chance leaned against Guest, exhausted.
Guest, took a wash cloth and soap bar and began to wash the tired Chance’s body, until they were all clean. He lifted them up from the bath, just notice they were already passed out.
Guest sighed, but not in disappointment.
And adjusted Chance to carry them bridal style.
Next thing Guest knew, was that he was suddenly tucking in Chance beside him in his bed.