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“F-Fuck,” Patroclus wailed as he was pushed roughly over the couch as Achilles drove into him at a brutal pace. The pair had barely walked into their apartment before Achilles had his hands all over Patroclus. The brunet knew that the other man was trying to keep it together on their way home. It wasn’t Patroclus’ fault that he spilled his iced coffee on himself when Achilles hit a small pothole. His scrubs clung to him as they continued their way home. Patroclus had noticed the grip Achilles had on the steering wheel for the rest of the way home. As soon as the door of their apartment was shut behind them, Achilles was tugging at Patroclus’ wet scrub pants. It wasn’t soon after Achilles was prepping him to fuck him right then and there in their living room. Achilles only pulled his shorts down far enough to release his cock. Achilles breathed heavily into Patroclus’ ear, moans escaping him. “Y-You know…how I am about your body,” he groaned as he continued to snap his hips, the slick sound of their actions ringing out with each thrust, his balls slapping against Patroclus. “Especially when these are clinging to those muscles.” He brought his hand down to Patroclus’ cock, brushing his fingers lightly along the flesh. “And around this cock. It makes you so much hotter than you already are.”“A-Achilles,” Patroclus moaned as he clawed at the back cushions of the couch. “Y-You’re the one who hit the pothole.” He felt his cock throb between his legs bobbing with each thrust. His brain started to haze over with pleasure.Sure, he had asked Achilles when the blond had picked him up from work that he wanted to get something to drink. He needed caffeine after the stressful day he had. There were only so many patients yelling at him that he could take in a single shift. Iced coffee. Order some food. Watch a movie with Achilles. Bed. That was his plan for the rest of the night. Nowhere in that agenda was having you brains fucked out over the back of the couch. Not that Patroclus was complaining; he did have a day off the next day. “Well I’m not the one who…ah…always takes off the lid,” the blond groaned as he nipped at Pat’s neck. He wrapped his hand around Patroclus’ cock, stroking him in time with each thrust of his hips. “It’s just an accident waiting to happen if you ask me.”Patroclus dug his nails into the fabric of the couch. “I…ahhh fuck…don’t blame it on…Fuck! Right there!” The feeling of Achilles’ cock dragging against his inner walls, filling him up fully over and over. His hips dug into the back of the couch as Achilles continued his onslaught. Achilles’ breath on the back of his neck started to quicken as Patroclus felt Achilles’ rhythm start to falter. The blond had to be close. Patroclus smirked to himself. He had an idea. Oh, he was going to have fun with this. Clenching down on Achilles’ cock, Patroclus chuckled when he heard Achilles cuss.“F-Fuck, Patroclus,” the blond moaned. “Now, you’re just asking for it even more.” Smirking, Patroclus clenched down on Achilles’ cock again. He heard Achilles cuss once more before digging his fingernails into his hips as he drove even harder into him. It wasn’t much longer until he felt Achilles’ release, the blond’s cock throbbing as Patroclus was filled with warm seed. Achilles held him close as his orgasm subsided, his breath tickling his ear.Now…this…This was disappointing. Achilles couldn’t even hang on long enough for him to cum…“Achilles…as much as I love having you cuddle me…” Patroclus sighed, as he felt Achilles pull out. He gasped as he felt Achilles’ hands on his ass cheeks spreading him. “A-Achilles, I haven’t taken a s-ahhhhhh.” He was cut off by Achilles dipping his tongue into his asshole, licking up the cum that was left behind as he wrapped one hand around Patroclus’ cock once again. That was all Patroclus needed to tip over the edge. Achilles’ name was on his tongue as he came all over the back of the couch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His breath was shallow and ragged as Achilles stood up and took him into his arms. “Now, will you keep the lid on your cup?”“Fuck…you…” Patroclus retorted, no real venom behind the comment as he tried to lean into his husband’s embrace.Achilles laughed. “Don’t tempt me, love.”