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“Oh shit..”
It happens so fast that had Randy not been watching diligently, he would have missed it.
He mutters under his breath before he even realized he spoke aloud too, and as the blood rushes to his ears from the familiar, dizzying heat uncoiling in his gut at the entrancing televised image; he can scarcely register Knight’s question.
“What is it?”
He asks beside him and Randy forces himself to pull his eyes off the screen to spare him a glance, never wanting to give himself away.
“Nothin’.”
That’s all he has to say before Knight is back to staring at the monitors too and trying to spot what exactly it was that made him exclaim.
Randy’s mouth has watered and he gulps down saliva as he crosses his arms over his chest. Although his eyes dart across the screen, following the quick movements of all the other wrestlers involved in the match; he’s already replaying the obscene shot the cameraman managed to magically, unexpectedly capture over and over again in his minds eye:
Cody.
Cody hanging onto the top ropes, his bare upper body gleaming under the arena lights, exhaling rapidly from his efforts then twisting his torso just enough to look back at the table he had set up and revealing all the soft curves he possesses despite the hardened muscles he carries.
His beautifully rounded shoulders and arms, the fleshy dip of his waist, his hips tucked tightly under his decorative waistband, hiding his sensuous lower back dimples while the rest of his brightly colored leggings hug his curvy, effeminate legs and his explicitly ample ass.
It was only a single shot, the cameraman couldn’t have stayed on Cody longer than a couple of seconds but the moment seared in his psyche immediately with no hope of it ever leaving.
He grunts low in his throat and shifts his weight from one booted foot to the other, now unable to stop himself from wondering if it’s imprinted in the minds of every other person watching this live, too. If everyone caught on to how alluringly sensual he is…
If everyone saw what he did.
His stomach does flips and he rolls his neck to try and rid himself of the tension starting to strain his shoulders but he never takes his eyes off the screen. The only thing he finds himself repeating in his mind like a broken record to not seethe is a combination of half formed affirmations and desires.
That’s mine. That’s my ass. Nobody else’s.
God I want to eat him up until he cries. I want to bury myself in it. I want that ass.
I want him right fucking now.
Cody’s winning this one, the match is nearing its end. And if Randy really could have everything his way, he’d follow him back to his locker room, bolt the door behind them, bend him over then claw right through the seams of his leggings and lick the sweat right out of the split of his delicious ass.
But he’s learned Cody doesn’t like being touched right after a match and Randy’s frisky thoughts have made his cock desperately, uselessly hard.
It’s dark backstage, everyone’s preoccupied but he’s still cautious in his movements and runs his hand up the drawstring of his vest first before peeling it off his shoulders and holding it over his belly as inconspicuously as possible while he watches Cody jump like a little bunny to drape himself across Shinsuke and get the pin. He holds his breath and narrows his eyes when Shinsuke’s hand hovers over Cody’s ass for a second, only exhaling when it falls against the mat.
Then the show ends, time for the wrestlers to come backstage and time for him to make a break for it before the swarm starts and anyone can interrupt his one track mind. There’s no need to wait up for Cody, he knows Randy always watches his matches and he’s more than sure he wouldn’t want anyone seeing him in these conditions anyway.
He hangs his head to hide a canine smirk while he marches down the halls and recalls a handful of his favorite times he’s seen Cody be openly jealous over him, and his mind only wanders on, supplying bursts of instances where he was furiously jealous of anybody else getting too close to his baby. It didn’t take very long for that feeling to become an excitingly bad habit, working them both up in wild ways.
An unrestrained, possessive fascination took Randy over from the first day he met the kid, and attests that as the surefire sign that he was meant to love on Cody no matter who or what ever came or went.
His natural insatiability only grew tenfold after Cody’s debut night and he wrestled against him. His ill-fitting gear didn’t do much to hide his measurably big balls and dick. And his eager, burgeoning body was clay in Randy’s hands in the middle of the ring.
After that, he spent months sick with longing like a dog in heat, dreaming, about what the shades of the rookie’s skin would be under all his clothes. Envisioning nightly about his newfound obsession all naked and spread out, so he could know what every last part of Cody’s vivacious body truly looked like away from the arenas, from the stages, from the audience.
His callow fantasies always assumed Cody would look just like him only prettier. As it turns out, he’s never been much of a thinker, and all that he imagined was no contest in comparison to the reality of finally getting to see all of Cody for himself.
Kissed by the sun everywhere except what his underwear covers, his juicy ass is almost alabaster, with a perfect shade of rose tinting his thick cock and balls, then there’s his ridiculously plump, cherry flesh between his junk and his tiny, pink hole…
Perfect. Just absolutely perfect for the randy animal in him that loves to wallow in pleasure, his namesake suits him just as good as Cody does.
By the time Randy is done ruminating, he’s showered, dressed and chomping at the bits for a taste. His mouth hasn’t stopped salivating and he paces around the room in a stupor while typing out a message for Cody, short and straight to the point, then waits.
9:45 PM
I wanna love all over you baby
[delivered]
He’s sure Cody’s tired, likely twice as sore as he is but they’ve both won their matches tonight, they’re both riding on that same adrenaline high, and Randy is so wound up he’s just about ready to jump out of his skin. As soon as the phone vibrates in his hand he shoulders his backpack, heads out the door and towards the back exit; reading Cody’s reply as he silently weaves through the bustle of people.
9:56 PM
❤️
[received]
9:57 PM
I’m on my bus, goin to shower
Let yourself in :)
[received]
His legs can’t carry him fast enough across the lot and to Cody’s tour bus, pausing to take a look around before pulling the key out of the front pocket of his backpack and letting himself into their temporary sanctuary.
He sets his backpack by the kitchenette, kicks off his shoes and pads across the floor, crossing the narrow hallway into Cody’s orderly bedroom, filled with the sound of the running water filtering through the glass door of the bathroom.
He wants to surprise him, but doesn’t want to startle him too much; deciding to turn off the soft light Cody had left on in the bedroom, get down on his knees on the opposite end of the giant bed and wait for him to appear.
The fogged door opens, and he lowers his head just enough that he can still see Cody shuffle out of the bathroom then stop mid stride when he sees the lights are off — his giant, neon blue eyes darting around the room bewilderedly until they catch Randy’s slitted ones gleaming in the dark.
A smile pulls on the corner of Cody’s wide mouth and his huff of surprise melds into a soft giggle as he wavers towards the bed.
“Hey…”
“What’s up, baby?”
Randy asks and cranes his neck up to reveal his grin, sliding his arms across the cool, immaculate sheets until he can rest his chin on the bed then cocks up a brow.
“Not much, what’s up with you?”
He watches Cody’s quiet movements as he turns to toss the towel onto the sink before climbing onto the bed and crawling towards him until he’s sitting between his arms.
“Nothin’… I was just thinkin’.”
“About what?”
Randy stares at his bare skin peaking out from under his robe then follows Cody’s hand up as he runs it through his damp, peroxided hair and offers him a sweet, warm smile. A complete contrast to all the rowdy emotions swirling through his body as he gawks up at him, letting his mouth hang open and expelling a chuckle.
Cody narrows his eyes curiously while he makes himself comfortable atop the bed, his warmth cascading down his freshly bathed body and blessing Randy’s heightened senses as he reaches out to caress his ear.
The simple touch gets Randy’s heart pumping and his fingers twitch with an urgency to touch him back but he holds onto the sheets around Cody’s thighs instead and presses a kiss against his shin.
Somehow, in his old age he’s finding it harder to articulate the myriad of filthy, greedy thoughts that bombard him simply by being in Cody’s presence… or in this case, having a camera catch him in just the right spot. Or maybe, the wrong spot since he’s sure by now there’s thousands of people that have the same moment that’s living in his head captured. Permanently saved as a photo or video, bookmarked and shared a hundred times over.
It gets him hot, it gets him bothered in the best and worst ways, and when he meets Cody’s foxy gaze again — that knowing look in his pretty eyes that reduces Randy to grunts and growls like a pye-dog, needy for his attention — blood rushes to his groin and a harsh pant escapes his mouth.
He gives in, skirting a hand over his crossed legs then up his calf and under his robe to feel his thigh, goosebumps quickly forming on his hairless skin.
“Everyone can tell.. just by looking at ya…”
He utters as he continues his careful movements, ghosting his fingers across the skin of his groin and feeling his belly jump in excitement.
“Tell what?”
Cody croaks out, sleepiness lacing his voice as he looks down at him with content, drowsy eyes; holding attention to every single word.
“How fuckin’ sexy you are.”
Cody’s eyelashes flutter and he attempts to roll his eyes but Randy sees the instant color seeping through his cheekbones at his breathy praise.
“Stop it.”
He half heartedly demands but swallows hard to contain his salient thrill and it only encourages Randy to continue.
“Only if you stop first.”
“Stop what?”
“Teasing me with all of this.”
He says as he undoes the slack knot of his robe and pushes the offending fabric aside, Cody’s bitty gasp convincing him to take his time, humming teasingly and raking his eyes over his toothsome privates. Flushed, smooth as velvet and tucked between his crossed legs… hiding his treasured, bite-sized confection from view.
“They all fucking want you, you know that?”
He grabs Cody by the ankles before he can deny it, easily uncrossing his legs and pulling until he falls back against the bed with a gasp, then slides him towards his chest until his ass is hanging off the bed.
Finally blessed with one of his favorite sights on this freaking planet, he runs his tongue across his lips and lets out a heavy breath to temper his fevered excitement. He skates his eyes up to Cody’s face again and he’s glowing in that comely way he does when he feels he’s been caught, his pretty cock already filling up.
“You’re crazy..”
He squeaks out and bites down on his lip to hide his smile, so amused by Randy’s endless desire and the games that they play. He’ll chase after Cody forever.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute.. even when you lie.”
Randy growls out, sliding his hands down his calfs and parting his knees, Cody’s mouth falls open to feign insult and ignorance but he simply smirks in response then blows him a kiss before planting a trail of them down the silky inside of his right thigh.
He drags his lips across his warm sack first, then licks the divot between his groin and left thigh, biting the top of his hip bone to hear Cody’s hiss before hiking his knees further up; saliva pooling in his mouth at the utterly erotic view.
“Fuck.. look at that.”
There’s molten heat in his core and he’s vibrating with exhilaration at the vision of Cody, unwrapped like a gift in his half-off robe, naked and all spread out for his eyes only.
His lusty, tempting hole now on full display Randy can’t help himself but to waver forward and lick from the base of his tailbone all the way up to the underside of his heavy dick; stopping to slobber all over his tiny hole.
“Ohh fuck.. Randy..”
It always sounds so fucking nice coming out of his mouth, his voice lights the fire in his veins. Randy pries his meaty ass apart and dives in, to get his hands and his face and his mouth all over Cody’s most intimate parts because those are precisely the parts no one else in the world gets to see…
That no else in the world will ever get to experience so long as he’s got breath in his lungs. He knows it comes with the territory, their jobs are to look good and be fawned over, to be watched and admired.
Everyone can look, but no one but Randy can touch.
He kisses Cody’s ass just as passionately as he does when he kisses his lips, closing his eyes and pressing into its warmth and welcoming responses when his rim laxes under the pressure of his tongue and lets him in.
“Oh my- god-mmm! Fuck..”
Cody moans above him, his rim quivering around his tongue and driving Randy to rub his rock-hard cock against the mattress before he presses his palm against it to alleviate the pressure, and tears himself away from Cody’s ass long enough to talk.
“Do you remember.. when I won my title against John and Hunter.. n’ you helped me?”
He breathes out and runs his fingers over the mounds of his ass cheeks, raising a brow in question as he looks at Cody from between his thighs before dipping his head back down to give his pretty hole some more attention, smiling against it when he hears his quavering response.
“Yea-huh.. Night of Ch-Champions.”
His breath hitches when Randy circles his thumb around his rim, teasing the sensitive little thing before giving it another open mouth kiss then latching onto one of his asscheeks and giving it an ardent suck.
“You remember I took pictures of you the next morning.. naked in bed with my title around your waist?”
He asks the question as he picks his head back up to observe the reddish mark and just in time to see Cody’s boyish smile before he giggles into his hand, then bites down on his thumbnail and coyly utters.
“Yeah.. I do.”
Everything, everything comes full circle with them. Sixteen years later and in a few weeks, they are both set to perform under the same production, only this time, they’ll wrestle against each other for a title shot, and Randy still doesn’t have a clue or a care about what life would be like without him. A life like that doesn’t exist.
“Let’s do that again.”
He seals his request with a kiss on Cody’s navel and the blush tinting his face reaches his ears and paints them red as he opens his ducky mouth but shuts it just as quickly.
He nods slowly in agreement and Randy has to bite down on the inside of his cheek hard to hold back his smirk. He can practically hear the thoughts running through Cody’s head as that haughty, prideful look flashes across his eyes. The look of challenge and rebellion that rouses Randy and makes him want to tear him in two.
Fact of the matter is, they don’t know who’s winning it yet. Randy thinks Cody deserves the world, but it’s that same fiercely competitive nature of his that he lionizes oh so much and can’t resist but to bring it out of him.
He blows him another kiss, letting his smile bloom when Cody pouts for the first time that night and wriggles in his grasp — he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t taunt him once in a while.
“Who’s your daddy, huh?”
He can’t even chortle before Cody is using his leg to yank him back down again, shoving his face into his ass in retribution and putting Randy’s mouth to much better use.
He moans like a beast against his honeyed entrance, licking diligently from his hole to his cute little perineum in upwards strokes like he’s eating melting ice cream and only stops to turn Cody around and lay him belly down once he loosens his leg lock in a moment of weakness, robe long since discarded.
He whistles in appreciation at the sight of Cody’s splotchy, perfectly rounded peach, bending down to kiss it before giving it a good hard spank and watching it jiggle.
“Oh baby.. have mercy.”
He exclaims before finding home between Cody’s legs and his happy giggle only helps swell Randy’s pride further as he splays his palms against his ass cheeks to resume his worship. He spreads him open, shoving his tongue as deep as it can go and Cody mewls like a kitty and clenches around him like a vice and he just can’t get enough.
Then Cody is sliding his thigh further up the bed, bowing his back and revealing that gorgeous curve of his waist, shifting his hips to get himself more comfortable and showing Randy his tasty, fleshy perineum, balls and hardened dick.
“There you go, show me what you’ve got.”
He rubs his lower back as Cody settles in place before running his hands over his cheeks and giving them another good spanking, chuckling in awe as they rebound hypnotically.
“Fuck.. you drive me crazy…”
He squishes them together this time, touching the tips of his fingers and thumbs and encircling his hearts desire, kissing the picture perfect sight before coaxing his rim open with careful attention, then spitting right on it.
“You and this perfect little ass.”
He speaks lovingly as he stares down at his wet, slicked up hole, catching the saliva that slid down his perineum and stroking it with his fingers before following the line of Cody’s back and finding his eyes shining in the dark, watching him discreetly.
Randy’s chuckle is a happy one but it sounds devious in the cool, quiet room and he presses his body flat against the mattress to slither his tongue further into his soft, pliant entrance like a snake, gorging on Cody’s sex and getting high on his natural scent overpowering the same crisp soap he’s used for years.
“You taste so fuckin’ sweet, Cody.”
He gurgles out, not wanting to stop his efforts when he’s got Cody breathing hard, his sexy little pants and moans rising and falling every time he pulls his tongue out to flick it around his rim.
Cody shifts his hips again, chasing after his tongue and Randy moves away just enough to spur him on.
“Move against me, baby.. don’t be shy...”
He watches as Cody throws his head down in exasperation, huffing into the sheets before steeling himself and craning his neck to look him in the eyes.
“Use me.”
Randy demands before offering him a devilish smile and doesn’t move until Cody reaches out and pulls him by the back of his neck to shove him between his ass cheeks, thrilling him to the marrow.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as a current of electricity runs through his body and he wraps his arms around Cody’s hips to haul him up; setting him on his knees so he can fuck himself on his tongue to his hearts content.
“Oh! R-Randy..”
He buckles at first, swaying his hips to the side so Randy has to hold him upright and guide him back — no way in hell he’s going to let Cody’s secretively timid demeanor get the better of him when he’s shown this much interest.
“C’mon baby boy.. show daddy who’s champion around here.”
He goads him on, and Cody drops his head down between his shoulder blades to hide what Randy is sure are teary eyes, his frustration obvious as he trembles and his neck reddens. Randy pets his thighs affectionately, kissing his tail bone and all across his ass before reaching under him to tug on his drooling cock, just as ready to burst as his own.
“Ah! Fuck..!”
Cody’s back bows then relaxes and he claws at sheets under him in growing desperation as Randy gives him a few more rough tugs then swipes his tongue over his hole once, twice, then keeps it rigid when he finally drives his hips back.
“Hmm! F-Fuck.. ughhh.”
It’s a groan of relief, and it sounds like music to Randy’s ears as Cody sets the pace, rocking his hips just enough to rub against his outstretched tongue every time before he’s moving away again, quickly turning the tables on him and teasing him.
“Fuck, it feels so good.. god- f—..”
Cody moans as he struggles to keep a rhythm and Randy struggles to not completely dig his nails into the meat of his thighs to keep him in place so his tongue can go in deeper.
“M-More.. I want more.”
Cody whines before finally relenting and dropping himself back down, turning around and scooting himself up the bed as Randy wipes his mouth and watches him with hungry eyes.
“What do you want, baby?”
He asks as he gives his own engorged dick a squeeze, still trapped in his sweats and Cody’s wide eyes dart down to watch it happen before he sits up and tugs at this waistband.
“I want to feel you, I want you in me..”
His whisper ghosts across Randy’s lips and he leans his forehead against his before wrapping his arms around his waist to press their bodies together; still able to feel Cody’s warmth and the thrumming of his heart behind his chest despite the layer of clothes between them.
Randy should’ve been naked long ago, but he was too preoccupied with his need to devour. He presses a chaste kiss on Cody’s lips, shuddering when he pulls away to press kisses against his neck and loosens the drawstrings of his sweats then wraps a firm hand around him.
He bucks against him instantly, holding him tighter as Cody slowly jacks him off and runs his tongue over his jugular then bites it softly, sending a shiver down his spine and working him up all over again.
He shoves a finger into his mouth, wetting it before sliding it between Cody’s plump cheeks and breaching his supple entrance, both of them groaning in unison at the inviting pressure of his asshole clenching around his thick finger.
“C’mon..”
Cody’s whisper into his ear is hurried, bordering on curt as he presses back against his digit and squeezes his cock, eliciting another groan from Randy’s throat as he fights to keep himself steady.
“I gotta stretch you out baby..”
He insists tentatively but Cody shakes his blonde head against him briskly and tsk’s his annoyance before picking his face up from the crook of his neck and batting his eyes at him.
“I can take it.”
Cody rebuts with a honeyed tone, pulling away from him and Randy watches dumbfounded as he stretches across the bed to grab lube from his drawer.
“Cody.. I don’t thin—“
But it seems Cody is through giving him what he wants and is ready to take what he needs; whipping his head around and scowling in that adorable way he does when he means business.
“Yes, I can.”
This time his voice is commanding and leaves Randy with no room to protest.
He knows he can take it. He has the overwhelmingly arousing privilege to recount many times they’ve let desire get the better of them over the years and Cody let Randy mount him like a beast in a rut.
He tries to put his comfort first, but he’ll yield to Cody always, especially when he is looking at him like that: eyes blazing with intensity and silent demand…
Especially when Randy’s been haunted this whole night by a bombardment of jealous thoughts, of repulsive ideas that there could be thousands of faceless nobodies dreaming of giving Cody something he would never want, something he is so much better at giving him than any other man.
The heat between them is reaching its peak, and they don’t take their fervid gazes away from each other as Cody chucks the lube his direction and Randy rises from the bed to strip off his clothes, tacky with sweat and sticking to his skin. He tosses his sweater aside and shoves his sweats and briefs down in one go, his steely cock, heavy with life’s blood jumping in enthusiasm when Cody lets his legs slack open to show him the inviting split of his ass.
He climbs back on the bed and slathers a generous amount of oil on his cock, watching the rise and fall of Cody’s luscious pecs then narrows his eyes when he smirks at him, daring him to make his move.
He hovers over him, leaning down until they’re face to face and their breath intermingles, knocking Cody’s knees open and wiping the access lubricant off all over his ass. He smiles at him too, just as sweetly as Cody does, before he wraps his fist around his slender wrist and brings it up to his mouth to give it a tender kiss…
“C’mere.”
Randy growls then yanks Cody up, and he becomes putty in his hands, weightless as he maneuvers them around the bed until his back is pressed against the headboard and he’s got Cody’s legs spread out over his haunches, holding him steady just above his cock as he digs his nails into his thighs for purchase.
“Put me in you, baby..”
He hisses into his reddened ear, and Cody huffs but doesn’t back down as he runs a shaky hand over his cock and does his best to guide him in.
“Atta boy.”
Randy’s praise turns into a moan when his cock head breaches Cody’s rim enticingly hot, wet and tight.
“Mmm-!”
Cody squeaks out before throwing his head back on his shoulder and going rigid before relaxing again.
“You alright, Cody?”
He asks breathlessly, trying to restrain himself from thrusting up but his patience is dying and Cody’s uncontrollable whines as he rocks his own hips down to get more of him in is tearing through his rationale.
He latches onto the skin of his throat, tightens his grasp on his thighs and thrusts, shoving himself in while Cody gasps for air and sinks down until Randy can feel his tender flesh right against his groin and his ardent shout from the sensation of being full rings in his ears.
Then he’s picking him back up and sinking him down again, jousting him in his lap as Cody’s moans switch from soft little whimpers to full on howls, rousing the rabid dog in him to show its teeth.
“There you go, baby.. you fuckin’ tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
He grits out as Cody shudders in his lap, reaching up to rake his hand across his scalp and turning his head to look into his eyes, enrapturing him with his lovingly sincere teary-eyed gaze.
“Shit- you’re so fuckin’ beautiful-fuck.. you make me crazy..”
The worlds tumble out of his mouth as Cody’s velvety heat ensnares him, pulling all the strings, expelling all of his secrets.
“M-me too. Fuck, Randy.. d- don’t stop.”
Randy nods his head against his sweaty hair and picks up his pace, impaling him on his cock so his fleshy ass kisses his pelvis. And Cody’s reactive gasp gets caught in his throat, then he’s groaning through his clenched jaw.
“What, you worried someone’s gonna hear?”
He teases lovingly against his skin, and despite Cody’s little chuckle, he agrees.
“Ye- Mhm-! Oh fuck..”
Cody’s private, skittish attitude is one of the things Randy loves best, a secret amongst dozens of others they share and further testimony to the truth that nobody knows him like he does.
“That’s right, fuck. Let em’ hear.”
He clenches around him like a steel vice at his taunting and Randy can’t help but chortle through the dizzying sensation. He gives his ass cheek a spank and when Cody mewls happily, gives him another one.
“I love the way you suck me in.”
He whispers before sliding them down the bed, so Cody can rest against him and he can free up his hands, wrapping an arm around him to jack him off — he doesn’t want him hurting and sore anymore than he needs to be — the sooner he comes the better for them both.
“Oh god, Randy..”
Cody humps straight into his fist, panting and moaning freely, on the chase for their shared goal.
“Atta boy.. you’re fucking eating me up.”
He laps up the sweat on his neck and bites his ear, determined to get him there.
“You like it when I eat you up?”
He pistons his hips, fucking him diligently and kissing every inch of Cody his lips can reach.
“Uh-huh! Yeah- fuck yeah. Fuck.. you feel s-so good.”
“Whose tight little ass is this huh?”
“Yours!”
“Yeah? This sexy fuckin’ ass is all mine?”
“Yes, mhm! Oh fuck.. don’t- stop-“
“Should I fuck you out there? One of these days.. right in the middle of that ring.. so everyone can see who this ass belongs to.”
Unable to control himself, Randy asks the filthy question as he gives him a long, deep stroke then freezes when Cody gives an ecstatic shout, trained to stay rigid so he can fuck himself when he pleases.
“God- R-Randy.. You’re c— fuck- I’m close.”
“Yeah, I can feel you.. you fuck me so good, baby.”
He wanted to call him crazy, but Randy knows the thought thrills Cody just as much as it thrills him.
Cody has always toyed with the darker sides of him: his short fuse, his possessiveness, his need to dominate and be the biggest man in the room. No one can reduce Randy to a pathetic, desperate mess like Cody can, forever tugging at the invisible leash that binds him to his side and rewarding his good behavior with his favorite treat.
It’s just a thought. As much as the dog in Randy longs to stake his claim, he’d never despoil his loving master…
Who owns, feeds and loves him so tenderly.
But a man can dream.
It only takes a few more seconds and then Cody’s moaning up to the heavens and gushing into his fist, ripping Randy’s orgasm out of him too. He coils his arms around him and fills him to the brim with cum as he melts into his chest. He peppers him with kisses as they wade in their shared bliss before he’s helping Cody off of his lap and laying him by his side, only to press their sweat-ladened bodies together again.
He runs the knuckle of his index finger down Cody’s rosy cheek, enjoying the momentary mess he’s made of him too before he’s pressing a kiss against Randy’s finger and attempting to rise from the bed.
“Where are you goin’?”
He asks as he strokes Cody’s lower back, sliding his fingers down an ass cheek once he stands.
“Back to the showers..”
Randy hears his precious lisp just before he turns on the shower, then sighs airily as he wanders back into the room, his disheveled hair spiking in all directions like a crown.
“Can I join you?”
He asks then puckers his lips at him, grinning from ear to ear when Cody calls him over with a pretty smile and a single finger… and Randy follows after him like a happy puppy.