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Manco usually never allowed himself to drink this much - but, he was in good company. Colonel Douglas Mortimer, a man he never would've expected to share his.. condition. A man so calculated and put together, Manco couldn't believe he'd allowed himself to become this intoxicated. But it didn't matter, crashing onto the bed on top of each other, feverishly kissing and biting at each other's lips.

Manco didn't fight as Mortimer wrestled himself on top, eagerly taking hold of the mans hips as he straddled him. He pressed their hips together and ground himself back and forth, that smug smirk presenting itself on his face, as it always did. Manco just helped him grind back and forth, moving his own hips in time with Mortimer's movements. They were both a little hazy, full up on booze - and they had been teasing each other all night.

"Oh, you like taking it, huh?" Mortimer purred, rubbing their cocks together through their jeans, sliding his hips back and forth.

"I, ah.." Manco trailed off, his eyes settling between Mortimer's legs. His thighs.. his hips. He was a fit, well toned man - had to be, if he was really in the military long enough to become a colonel. With every thrust of his hips, he could feel the power behind it, feel the muscles tensing as he dragged himself back and forth, purposely rubbing them together. Manco squeezed his thighs, pushing and pulling along with Mortimer's rhythm. "Yeah.."

"You want it?" Mortimer pulled his own belt open, continuing to slowly roll his hips, and undid his fly, button by button. He rose up to yank his trousers down, just far enough to expose his briefs, pulling tight into his cunt and exposing the wet spot in the fabric. Manco audibly moaned, his eyes glued to it. "Tell me what you want, boy."

Manco stared, his mouth watering. He licked his lips. "Sit on my face."

Mortimer slowed down to look at him, trying to pretend he was as composed as ever - Manco still felt the way he involuntarily shivered against him. "What?" He asked, his tone incredulous, even if his face was clearly getting warmer.

"Come here." Manco demanded, pulling him by the hips. "Need it." He murmured.

Mortimer cleared his throat, looking down at the younger man. "Would you.. be able to breathe?"

"Don't fucking care." Manco mumbled in reply, already focused on tearing Mortimer's briefs and trousers down the rest of the way. Mortimer raised his legs to help out, allowing himself to be stripped bare. "Need it."

Mortimer didn't have much of a chance to say anything else, before Manco roughly tugged him forward onto his chest, taking a moment to run his fingers up his folds, circling his cock with his thumb. He simply looked down, his cock throbbing when he saw Manco's eyes, filled with want. He was famished for him, licking his lips as his fingers got wetter and wetter.

Mortimer couldn't hold back a gasp when Manco lifted him over his mouth, making sure he had a good grip on his thighs. He tried to meet Manco's eyes, but they had lit up, staring directly up into his leaking cunt with a fire and need he had never seen before. Mortimer was suddenly tugged down.

He grabbed the bed's headboard for support, Manco's tongue diving in between his folds. His thoughts went blank, as Manco lapped up his wetness, eagerly eating him out. He couldn't help but grind his cock on Manco's tongue, shivering as Manco's hands roamed his thighs, squeezing the most sensitive parts, so roughly, his fingernails were digging in, likely leaving bruises. Mortimer moaned, his head drooping down.

The way his head was spinning made it better and better - his eyes shut themselves, his whole body tingling from Manco's touch, and he couldn't bring himself to care, didn't force himself to be alert of his surroundings. All that mattered was the way Manco was lapping at him, fervently squeezing his thighs, not giving himself even a moment to catch his breath. He could only imagine - unable to breathe, see, or taste anything other than his cock, his dripping wet cunt - unable to hear anything but his own slurping and Mortimer's desperate gasping, the headboard rattling as his arms shook, struggling to keep himself upright.

"That's it, b-boy.." he managed to say, haziness beginning to take over his brain as he mindlessly rutted against Manco's tongue. Manco moaned under him, the noise vibrating into his cunt. He could feel his own hands shaking, as Manco manhandled him downwards so he could fully suck his cock into his mouth, flitting his tongue back and forth as fast as he could. "G-goddamn.." Mortimer cursed, taking in a breathy, embarrassingly needy gasp.

His hands started to tremble - Manco showed no signs of stopping, eagerly tormenting his cock, his chin getting soaked as he dripped, his dick throbbing in Manco's mouth. Manco still managed to be smug, somehow, massaging his lower belly with his thumbs, pressing hard.

"Fuck." He whined, having to grip the headboard as hard as he could, once again, his trembling hands threatening to slip off. Manco didn't care one bit, encouragingly dragging him back and forth, making him rut his shaky cock against Manco's tongue.

He couldn't last very long, like that, especially not with the way his thighs were trembling, his cock throbbing in Manco's mouth. His whole body tensed up, tightening in anticipation, Manco's fingers groping his thighs exactly where he was the most sensitive - his head filled with hot white lust, haziness taking over his mind, and he practically screamed, cumming hard, his shivering overtaking him. His head dropped down into the headboard as his legs shook, his cock throbbing, cunt greedily contracting around nothing - except Manco's tongue, when he quickly shoved it into his cunt, lapping up every bit of his orgasm.

"Manco.." Was all he could manage to coherently whine, his every nerve so overwhelmingly alight with pleasure, he couldn't stop himself from continuing to shake all over. He felt Manco gasp into his cunt, desperate for air; breathing in his scent, his arousal. He lapped at him, just as feverishly as before, totally ignoring Mortimer's shaky, gasping whines - or was he basking in them?

"M-Manco!" He moaned, his head beginning to go fuzzy once again. He couldn't stop himself from twitching, his trembling limbs starting to give out. All Manco seemed to care about was his throbbing, twitchy cock, tormenting him over and over again every time he flicked his tongue across it.

He was gasping, now, trying to breathe and suck him off at the same time, completely ignoring his own raw, raspy throat to worship Mortimer's cock and grope every inch of his thighs, his full weight spread across Manco's lips. He was trying to devour him, it seemed, and he was doing a good job of it, swallowing every bit of his wetness that he could, drinking in every moan and gasp, every twitch of Mortimer's cock.

Mortimer couldn't help cumming again, whining even louder than before, somehow. Manco forced him upwards, eagerly lapping at his folds with his tongue again, positioning him at just the right angle for Mortimer's cock to grind against his stubble. Every movement he made, his cock throbbed against what felt like hundreds of bristles, all brushing his cock at the same time, scrubbing over every nerve he had and tingling like nothing he'd ever felt before. His shaky hands finally slipped from the metal headboard, and Mortimer tumbled downwards, right onto Manco's face.

The younger man quickly shoved him down his body, laying him across his chest. His throat was scratchy, and Mortimer could hear his desperate rasps for air, finally able to breathe again. Mortimer's eyes were squeezed shut, recovering from his own pleasure, seeming to shiver with every breath. They laid there for a while, resting on top of eachother, beads of sweat dripping down each man's forehead.

Manco had the presence of mind to cup the back of Mortimer's head, wiping his sweat away with his sleeve. Mortimer panted, unable to find anything to say. He panted, allowing himself to come back to reality, his whole body coming down from the overwhelmingly intense pleasure. Gradually, his mind started to clear - but just barely, still drunk and somehow even hornier, eager to get his hands on Manco.

When he finally opened his eyes, he realized he'd cum so hard, he had made a mess all over not only Manco's face, but the bed, too, his own cum dripping down Manco's beard, and neck, leaving a wet puddle on the sheets. The bastard smirked at him, when he met his eye, licking off his glistening, puffy lips.

"Fuck, boy.." he purred, slowly bringing a hand down. Manco gasped when he suddenly, firmly grabbed his cunt over his jeans. He was so wet, Mortimer could feel it through them, could feel the way Manco's thighs shivered, fighting the urge to start shamelessly grinding on his hand. "You set the bar pretty high, huh?"

"What do you want to do to me, old man?" Manco teased, his voice still raspy and quiet.

Mortimer leaned down, murmuring next to Manco's ear. "I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of your life, boy." He could feel the way Manco's cock throbbed in his hand, gasping next to his ear and eagerly, desperately nodding.

Mortimer smirked as he drew back, the younger man shivering under him when he merely placed his hands on his belt.

It was going to be a long night.