A Quiet Night In
Two boyfriends enjoy a long, slow night of passion together.
This story was written for Reivan267 as part of my Patreon request days for the month of October 2018. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults. <3
Just a Quiet Night In
The dorm corridor was quiet, and Robin and Matty's room especially so. It was Friday, and many of the students were out visiting friends elsewhere on campus, going to bars or grabbing a late meal together, all the normal Friday night activities for college students. For Robin and Matty themselves however, this particular Friday meant a break from going out. A break from socialising and expending all the effort of being any other versions of themselves, to take an evening focused on the simplest and most effortlessly freeing of interactions.
They lay in bed, under the covers, side by side and face to face with only their heads resting above the sheets. Their noses were resting together, but their lips only pursed forward ever so often to share a gentle, fleeting kiss. Both the jackalope and the stag's ears twitched every now and then, and though the room was lit only by the ambient glow of the dorm's external lights shining in through the window both men swore they could see the rosy glow upon one another's cheeks as they lay there still and calm, with their arms wrapped around one another, their legs gently entwined, and their cocks twitching, throbbing, straining against one another without any other motion to provide them with stimulation or relief.
The two of them didn't speak. They didn't move. They didn't do anything but lie there so intimately entwined, and yet for a while that was heaven. For a while that experience was absolute perfection, and everything they needed... until slowly but surely they came to the breathless realisation that they both needed more.
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Matty trembled as a deeper, lengthier kiss erupted between himself and the jackalope, and gave a whimper of delight as Robin rolled over to straddle him. His eyes widened as no sooner had their lips parted, Robin grinned, nuzzled gently against him nose-to-nose, and slipped down the length of his bare body until the jackalope vanished entirely beneath the sheets. For a moment Matty found himself trembling with delicious tension as he felt Robin's erection slip away from his own, half expecting to feel a hand or perhaps even a muzzle around it a moment later. Instead though his eyes bulged as he felt lips upon a very different, less southerly portion of his anatomy. Robin had never really paid all that much attention to his nipples before, and indeed Matty couldn't say that he had ever missed or even really thought about that lack of attention. As the jackalope nuzzled and licked and suckled on one firm peaked nipple though, and as Robin's hand caressed the other with silky soft fingertips over and over again, Matty couldn't help but feel his breathing quicken and his cock straining and throbbing just as urgently as when the other man's own cock had been pressed against it. Whether he actually was turned on by the simulation to his nipples or whether it was simply about Robin touching him in any way, the deer couldn't say for sure. What was very clear to him throughout that experience however, it really didn't matter either way, because whatever the reasoning, it felt absolutely incredible.
After five minutes of that intensely intimate teasing, Matty was counting down the moments until Robin inevitably switched things up again and moved them on to something even more wildly intimate and pleasurable.
After ten minutes, he was breathing heavily and clutching at the bedsheets beneath him.
After twenty minutes his hands were on Robin's antlers, grasping the jackalope's head not to hold him in place or to pull him away from the ongoing and lengthy assault on his nipples, just feeling as though he had to be holding on to Robin as though without that anchoring contact he feared somehow floating away in this wild sea of temptingly pleasant but frustratingly lust-inducing sensation.
After half an hour, he was ready to scream.
And after what had to have been close to a full hour, Matty had drawn the breath which he knew was going to escape him as the first words he would speak to Robin all evening, a desperate plea for something more than this incredible and yet impossibly frustrating stimulation. He was on the very brink of letting loose and begging, demanding that the man he loved give him more, when he suddenly felt Robin slide southbound once again... and moments later had no choice but to grab a pillow and stuff it over his face to keep from bellowing for the entire dorm to hear.
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Matty's hoofed feet drummed against the base of the bed as Robin's nose probed at his testicles, as Robin's hands grasped his buttocks and gently spread them apart, and as just moments later he felt the jackalope's tender, playful tongue which had so deliciously tantalised his muzzle and his nipples already that night entirely bypass the most intimate reaches of his body, only to strike out at what was undeniably the second most receptive of those erogenous zones. The deer clutched the pillow to his face and squirmed, shuddered, felt his cock twitch and spasm as it drooled pre-cum all over his crotch and the sheets against which it was throbbing. His eyes rolled, his fingers clawed at the pillow, and he grunted and gurgled in his strained efforts not to stream as entirely without warning or expectation Robin began to rim him. To tongue his asshole not just for a moment, not just for a few quick flicks of its tip against the very outer limits of his pucker, but with the same potent and ongoing devotion that Robin had shown to each of the things he sought to share with and do to Matty thus far that night.
Surely though, surely he wasn't going to keep his tongue buried and probing at Matty's ass for as long as he'd lain there kissing and frotting him. Surely he wasn't going to let his muzzle linger there as long as it had lingered on his chest.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed, without Robin's tongue once departing for more than a few seconds to let itself flex and rest, at which point the jackalope's lips did not remain idle in their own devoted efforts.
After fifteen minutes though, counted almost second by second as Matty peaked out from under his pillow to glance at the glowing bedside clock, the stag knew that it couldn't possibly last for an hour as those last two events had. It couldn't last, quite simply because he couldn't last. The jackalope's tongue was finding sweet spots in its explorations that even Matty hadn't known he possessed, and they were doing things to the stag. Things which seemed as though they were going to end in a very predictable, very intensely pleasant manner.
Matty's body tensed, or rather it did so even more than it had been for the entire duration of time which he had spent with Robin's tongue in his backside. His hips bucked upward and his back arched, Robin murmuring softly but moving with the deer, not allowing himself to be pulled away from his devotional teasing of Matty's rump for even an instant. An equally muffled but far more strained, urgent cry escaped the deer from beneath his pillow. Then another, and another, slightly louder and more frantic each time. The bedding wrapped around Matty's body twitched as his cock did so beneath it, the smooth, slightly pre-cum dampened fabric only further stimulating the already overwhelmed stag. He bucked. He spasmed. He clutched at the pillow pressed over his face to muffle his cries tighter and tighter, and without another second's delay, he began to cum without a single purposeful caress of his cock, throbbing, spurting, staining the sheets above him and his own crotch, his own belly with thick ribbons of cum as Robin kept on tonguing his asshole without pause all the while. He squirmed and shuddered and thrashed as best he could with his lover's hands grasping his upper thighs to hold him in place, and through the pillow stuffed over his face he wailed in ecstasy and gratitude to the man he loved.
And for some couples, that would have been where it ended. A quiet night in spent building up to one almighty, glorious climax, perhaps with a little additional stroking or pleasure at the end of ensure that Robin was satisfied too.
For some, that would have been a perfect night, and indeed had Matty alone had anything to say about it, that probably would have been his precise view on things.
He should have known that it wasn't going to end there, though. He should have known that Robin had more planned for him right from the start. And sure enough, as that night went on... and on, and on , so too did Robin's efforts to bring the man he loved pleasure not just through one sustained act of pleasure, but through a whole array of actions on the lustfully grinning jackalope's part.
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Blushing, whimpering, Matty bellowed and rained cum down upon himself for a second time as Robin knelt between his legs, two fingers inside the deer's ass and the same two fingers of the other hand stroking up and down the underside of Matty's cock, just as they had been for almost half an hour at the same unchanging, relentless pace.
Barely forty minutes after that Matty stained himself, the bedding around them and Robin's face with yet another release, gasping almost silently that time not in a less potent climax, but with his breath stolen away by the force with which he climaxed as Robin did nothing more than nuzzle, kiss and ever so occasionally nip in the softest manner possible at the flesh of his fur-clad balls.
After each orgasm Matty found himself convinced that he couldn't cum again, that he was spent and exhausted, and yet as soon as he was done being overwhelmed in one way Robin would begin assailing the deer in a different form, just different enough in fact to ensure that his body wasn't already sore, spent or otherwise overworked enough to keep it from being worked back into a fevered state of arousal regardless of how weary he might otherwise have been.
Shuddering, clutching at Robin's antlers and whimpering the jackalope's name in a fresh surge of uncontrolled rapture, Matty's orgasmic essence didn't paint his own torso for the first time that night as with his lover's muzzle wrapped tightly around every last inch of his cock the stag felt Robin gulping down every drop while using his tongue to squeeze forth more, and more. He couldn't believe he was cumming again. He couldn't believe how long he had spent lying there, almost perpetually horny and either coming down from orgasm or being worked up to one. And yet as his body sagged limply against the bedding once more and Robin's muzzle drew back from his spent cock with a lick of the lips and a tender murmur of appreciation, he knew that the night wasn't yet over.
"Do you wanna rest now? You look pretty out of it?"
The jackalope straddled his body and leaned down close, kissing Matty's face and addressing the deer, speaking to him openly, albeit still so softly, for the first time since they'd scrambled into bed together.
Matty was exhausted. He wanted to curl up in Robin's arms, fall asleep, and not wake up for a week or more.
And yet...
He shook his head and whimpered softly, struggling to even fill his lungs with air but somehow managing it, and managing to address the man he loved.
"I... I want you to cum in me."
Slowly, wearily he lifted his legs, and wrapped them around Robin's waist.
"I want you to fuck me. And... not to stop, not to let me stop, until I've felt your cum, rather than my own."
Robin grinned, kissed Matty gently on the tip of the nose, and leaned down to rub his lithe torso against the varying degrees of stickiness upon Matty's own.
"And what if I take my time? What if I fuck you slow. Long, and slow, and gently. So gently that by the time I'm ready to let loose I'll have spent so long rocking back and forth against your prostate, you'll be begging me to make you cum one more time. What if I fuck you like that, Matty? Can you take it? Can you last until I'm ready, or... do you just want me to do it quickly, so we can sleep?"
Matty's eyes widened, and he whimpered at the very idea of Robin rushing through that act, no matter how much the idea of a more swift arrival at his eventual slumber might have sounded appealing in that moment.
"I-if... if it's not starting to get light before you cum in me, that'll be too soon."
The deer's heart thundered in his chest as he heard himself speak those words not only sincerely, but with desperate hopefulness that it might actually happen. He blushed as his lover grinned and giggled, and even as he felt Robin shifting position over him once more, and soon felt the jackalope's cock throbbing in proximity to his waiting, already well worked asshole, he couldn't help but urge his lover on no matter his fatigue.
"You promised me a quiet night in, Robin. So... fuck me slowly. Fuck me softly. Please, Robin... oh god. Fuck me, and... and don't stop until we can see that it's morning, so I know for sure I've had you with me all night long."
By Jeeves
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