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They woke up mid-morning, knowing they had a big day ahead of them, and if everything went well, they'd have an even bigger night.
Pete rolled over onto his side to face his boyfriend. He sighed in happiness. "Morning, sexy dude," he said.
"Hey, Pete," Ace replied. He gazed at Pete's beautiful freckles strewn across his face. "We really must stop meeting like this," he joked.
Pete smiled. "You mean, meeting on my mattress? Do you see me complaining?" He cupped his hand behind Ace's neck, pulling him in for a good morning kiss.
They considered what today had in store for them.
"Tonight, I get to tick something big off my bucket list," Pete declared.
"What's that?" replied Ace.
"I get to watch your sexy ass bounce across a stage for an hour from a drum riser."
"And you know what I'll be bouncing on, don't you?" Ace teased. They both knew Ace would be wearing his buttplug while he performed.
"Hey," asked Pete, "can I put it in for you before the gig?"
"Fuck yeah," Ace breathed. "That sounds so fucking hot. Wait a second, what's the time?"
Pete checked his phone. "It's only ten-thirty." He stretched and yawned.
"Cool," said Ace. "We've got some time to spare before rehearsal."
Pete pretended to think hard, weighing up the options. He grinned. "I think you might be right. What would you like to do with our spare time?" he giggled.
These two long-haired metalheads were so completely into each other. They kissed again, their tongues fighting and colliding deep in each other's mouths.
"I love you," breathed Ace.
"I fucking love you too." Pete threw his arms around Ace's neck, never wanting to let him go.
Pete wished Carlos and Gorilla had said the same simple words to each other that he and Ace had just said. Things could've been very different.
Pete reached down and cupped Ace's warm balls in his hand, giving them the slightest hint of a squeeze. He grinned. He knew what he wanted to do. He scooted down towards the end of his mattress and licked the tip of Ace's dick. A dollop of precum had already appeared.
"Shit, Pete, I ..."
"Shhh," Pete soothed. "I want to do this. You know I want to."
Ace knew what was coming, and he braced for impact. Pete sucked Ace entire dick down to the balls in a single motion, lashing his tongue around the shaft. "Oh my fucking god, Pete ... I'll never ever get tired of your mouth." Breathing wasn't easy for Ace right now. Especially not while Pete's long tongue wrapped itself around like a wet tentacle.
Pete took Ace's dick out of his throat and licked the tip again. "I know," he smiled. "You want some more?"
Ace couldn't reply. His brain capsized as he felt Pete's wet, expert mouth impale itself on his shaft again, all the way down to his balls. He felt Pete's long tongue tickling his tender scrotum. "Fuck, Pete ... I need to warn you ... I swear to god ... if you do that again, I'll probably cum so hard your head will explode ... and I don't wanna have to call 911 to report a blowjob-related fatality, so ... please ... please don't do that again."
Pete scooted back up and looked deep into his boyfriend's eyes. "Really?"
Ace was paralysed. He was right on the edge. "Yes, really."
"I love that I have this power over you," Pete said, before pinching one of Ace's stiff nipples.
Ace gazed at Pete's beautiful lips, tongue and mouth. "If I ever have to face the death penalty, I know how I want to die."
Pete playfully tickled one of Ace's nipples with his tongue. "How?"
"Death by blowjob. With you as the executioner."
Pete felt delirious with joy at having finally found someone who was so into him. And as for Ace, he wondered if his fuckboi days were coming to an end. Pete was becoming very precious to him, and he really didn't want to fuck this up.
"If I'm not mistaken," Pete explained, "I'm duty-bound as your boyfriend to extract a load out of you. If you won't feed it to me, where do you want to drop it?
Ace stroked Pete's face. "Can I fuck you?"
Pete's asshole twitched in anticipation. "That's one question you never, ever need to ask again. The answer will always be yes."
Ace's dick was already well-lubricated from Pete's mouth, tongue and throat. He carried a bottle of lube with him wherever he went, but he remembered Pete had a bottle of his own on his bedside table. He grabbed it, squirted a small amount into his palm, and began massaging Pete's pussy. He put his middle finger inside.
"Fuck, Ace," Pete moaned, pushing back onto Pete's finger. "That feels so good. Your fingers are such a tease. I want your dick inside me."
"Roll over onto your back," said Ace. "I want to see your face while we fuck."
He lifted Pete's ass up slightly before gently penetrating him. Pete gasped; his boyfriend's cock felt so fucking good inside him.
"Fuck, Ace ... please go slow."
"Why? Does it hurt?" He worried if more lube was required.
"No," Pete breathed, his eyes closed. "It feels perfect. I just want to enjoy feeling you fuck me."
This was the perfect morning. Ace went as slow as he could, but as he looked down upon Pete's gorgeous face and its beautiful constellation of freckles, his cock began to thicken and expand. And as he felt Pete's tight cunt pulse around his shaft, he couldn't hold back anymore. His orgasm arrived on an upstroke, and he pissed his artillery of creamy bullets deep into his boyfriend's asshole. He pulled out, and Pete returned fire by grabbing Ace's neck and jacking himself off onto his boyfriend's face.