Until Midnight, continued.
The clock on the nightstand said 11:17. Daniel’s keys were on the dresser, next to his phone, face-down. He had told her midnight. Traffic was nothing at this hour. If he left at ten to, he would still walk in smelling like the wrong soap.
Leo was already on the bed, on his back, knees loose, hole wet and a little open from the sink. Daniel’s load had leaked out of him in a slow line and soaked a spot on the sheet. He didn’t rush to cover it. He lay there with one arm behind his head and watched Daniel stand at the foot of the mattress, cock heavy again, not quite hard enough to push in yet.
“You’ve got, what, forty minutes,” Leo said.
“Less, if I want to get home clean.”
“Then don’t waste them fucking me like you’re late.” He spread his thighs wider. “Come here.”
Daniel climbed on. He didn’t line up. He settled between Leo’s legs and kissed him, slow, the way he hadn’t at the door. Leo tasted like the shower and the gin from earlier. His hands stayed on Daniel’s shoulders, not pulling, just resting there while Daniel’s mouth moved to his throat, his collarbone, the flat of his chest. He spent time on a nipple until Leo’s breath hitched and his hips lifted, cock dragging wet against Daniel’s stomach.
Daniel went lower. He kissed the sharp line of Leo’s hip, then the inside of one thigh, close enough that Leo’s cock bumped his cheek. He didn’t take it in his mouth. He breathed on it. Leo swore, quiet, and Daniel smiled against the skin.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“You came up four floors,” Daniel said. “I’m not sending you back down in five minutes.”
He pushed Leo’s knees up and looked. The hole was pink, slick, a thin shine of come still at the rim. Daniel thumbed it, slow circles, not pushing in. Leo’s stomach jumped. Daniel leaned in and licked him there, flat and unhurried, tasting himself and the lube and the clean of the shower that hadn’t quite won. Leo’s hand found his hair and stayed. He didn’t shove. Daniel licked until Leo was squirming, then pressed his tongue in, shallow, and held it while Leo’s thigh trembled against his ear.
“Fuck,” Leo said, voice gone thin. “You’re gonna make me come like that.”
“Not yet.”
Daniel pulled back. He stroked himself once, twice, watching Leo’s face, then rubbed the head of his cock up the cleft and over the hole without pushing. Leo tried to bear down on it. Daniel moved with him, denying the angle, smearing precome and what was left of the last load around the rim until Leo was cursing him properly.
11:26.
“Please,” Leo said. It didn’t sound like a performance.
Daniel pushed in one inch and stopped. Leo’s hole clenched around the head, trying to pull him deeper. He waited until that eased, then gave him another inch, and another, until he was halfway and Leo’s mouth was open and no sound was coming out. He rocked there. Not thrusts. Just the small movement of his hips, the head dragging over the same spot inside, over and over, while his thumb stroked the underside of Leo’s cock in the same lazy rhythm.
Leo’s eyes were wet at the corners. He wasn’t crying. He was just gone, a little, the way he got when it was too slow to brace against.
“Look at me,” Daniel said.
Leo did. Daniel sank the rest of the way in one long push and stayed buried, balls pressed tight, not moving. Leo’s cock jerked against his stomach and leaked a clear strand onto his own skin. Daniel kissed him through it, deep, and only started to move when Leo’s heels dug into the backs of his thighs.
Even then he kept it slow. Long strokes, almost all the way out, the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet room, then back in until their bodies met. Leo met him on the third one and Daniel pinned his hips down with a hand on his stomach.
“Stay. Let me.”
Leo stayed. His fingers twisted in the sheet. Daniel fucked him like he had the whole night, even with the clock moving, even with the ring knocking softly against Leo’s shin every time he bottomed out. He changed nothing for a long while. Same depth. Same pace. Leo’s cock lay hard against his belly, untouched, twitching whenever Daniel ground in and held.
11:38.
“I’m close,” Leo said. “Don’t speed up. Just— stay like that.”
Daniel stayed like that. He wrapped a hand around Leo’s cock at last, loose, barely moving, and kept the same deep grind. Leo came without a warning noise, just a broken breath and a pulse that striped his chest and Daniel’s wrist. His hole clenched in slow waves. Daniel fucked him through it, still not fast, and felt his own edge arrive late and heavy.
He pushed in to the root and came there, grinding, adding to what was already inside, spilling until it leaked around him and down onto the sheet. He didn’t pull out. He lowered himself onto Leo, chest to the mess, mouth against his neck, and stayed inside while both of them breathed.
The clock said 11:44.
Leo’s fingers found the ring again, tracing it, lazy.
“You could be ten minutes late,” he said.
Daniel didn’t answer yet. He was still hard enough to stay in. Outside, the rain had started again.
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