got the door open and practically shoved Lukas inside before slamming the door closed once more and throwing the lock back into place. His face was serious, his eyes predatory as he stalked toward Lukas.
“You’ve been playing with fire, baby.” His voice was little more than a growl.
Lukas pulled off his shirt and tossed it in John’s face, feeling reckless with lust. “Then burn me already.”
He yelped when John pounced on him, tumbling them down onto the bed and slotting their mouths together. Lukas moaned into the kiss, opening as wide as he could for John’s thrusting tongue and digging his fingers into his strong back. He wrapped his legs around John’s waist, humping up against him to try and get some much-needed friction on his aching cock.
John tore his mouth away, panting, and grinned down at Lukas. “Scoot up the bed and take off your pants.”
Lukas released John so fast, John nearly fell over. Giggling, he flipped over and crawled up the bed, then flopped once more onto his back and began working frantically on his jeans. When he finally freed himself, he peeled off the offending material and threw it aside, looking up and nearly swallowing his tongue.
John was naked. Naked and stroking his thick cock as he watched Lukas flop around like a fish. God, he was so fucking sexy, and Lukas probably looked like an idiot—
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but stop it.”
“What?” He was breathing hard already, and they’d barely started.
“You had that look on your face you get when you start thinking you aren’t the most gorgeous person in the room. Look how hard you make me, baby, then tell me you aren’t sexy.”
Lukas bit his lip and watched John’s fist move slowly up and down his length, playing with the head a little on every other stroke. His mouth was fucking watering with how much he wanted to suck on John’s cock. “John…”
Laughing lightly, he released himself. “Turn over and put that luscious ass of yours in the air.”
His breath caught in his throat, but he did as he was told, sinking into that place he’d started to find recently when he was with John. Where everything felt like it would be okay as long as John kept talking to him and touching him and telling him what to do.
He kept his chest and shoulders on the bed, turning his face to the side to breathe as he got his knees under him and spread them across the bedspread, opening himself to John’s heated gaze. He heard a deep groan behind him, then felt the bed dip as John climbed up behind him. His hands landed on Lukas’s ass cheeks and squeezed.
“The sound you made when I pushed this into you has been haunting me all evening,” John said, spreading Lukas’s cheeks and wiggling the plug a little. Lukas gave a whimpering groan when it brushed over his swollen prostate. “Fuck, baby. That’s the one. Like it feels so good you can’t stand it.”
“I can’t. Please.” He gripped the sheets and squirmed, but his dick was hanging too far from the bed to give him some relief. “John, I need you.”
“You have me. I’m right here. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t be able to think of anything else for days.”
One of John’s hands released his ass. He finally felt the plug moving out. Sighing into the pillow, he yelped when John shoved it back in, hitting his gland again. “Fuck!”
“Shh, it’s not even dark outside, baby. I’m sure everyone is still up getting ready to leave or enjoying the lake or trails one last time. You don’t want them to hear you, do you?” John’s words made it sound like that would be bad, but his tone…
“God dammit, you’re a bit of an exhibitionist, aren’t you?” he groaned, burying his face into the pillow under him so he could moan loudly when John fucked him with the plug again.
John hummed. “Never thought I was. But I’m discovering all sorts of things about myself this week.” He pulled the toy back out but stopped when the widest part was at Lukas’s pucker, spreading him open the most. “Fuck, that’s pretty. Your hole is so gorgeous and perfect, baby.”
“John…”
“Hmm, you’re right. We can explore exhibitionism another time.”
Lukas’s head shot up, and he looked over his shoulder, eyes wide. Was John serious? The grin on his face said he was. “O-okay.”
“Mm, good boy.” John tugged the toy completely free, and