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They were supposed to be getting ready. The boys had invited both Collie and Gary to come out to the bar tonight, and it was getting around the time they needed to leave.

Gary was picking at the bar of his eyebrow piercing, staring at himself and trying to figure out how he was gonna make the mop ontop his head make sense.

He's pulling the hair out of his face when he hears his boyfriend coming towards the bathroom, heavy steps giving him away. He doesn't look away from himself as he feels strong arms snake themselves around his waist, face burying itself in his shoulder.

"What?"

"Nothing," Collie whispers into the blonde's neck, peppering kisses along his neck. Gary shuddered as the man's breath tickled his skin, leaning into his affections. "Fuck are you doing, fag?"

Collie slid his fingers into the belt loops of Gary's jeans, pulling him back until their hips met. "Said nothing, queer." He continued his ministrations, one hand dipping under the white tank Barkovitch had thrown on, squeezing and grabbing his way up to his chest. He listened to every small sigh and choked-back whimper as he dug into that pale skin, scraping his nails over the places he knew were sensitive.

Barkovitch found himself bracing his hands on the sink counter, head held down, trying to shut himself up. He could feel Collie's bare chest warm against his back. gorgeous long hair brushing his sides. He could see the top half of his strong thighs from behind his own, and he could feel the rest of him pressed into his back. Oh Fuck this.

"Can I suck you off?"

Gary felt Collie smile into his shoulder. "Thought I was the fag Barkovitch."

"Fuck off before I change my mind."

Collie laughed as he released him, letting him quickly drop to his knees. He watches the man under him scoot closer, pressing his mouth to cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. Gary stared up at Parker as he pulled him out of his boxers, giving it a few strokes before taking it into his mouth. Gary presses his tongue flat against his cock as he sucks, groaning as Collie's hands find their way into his hair. He pulled and pulled hard, shoving Gary further down his cock, till his staggered breath was hot against his pelvis. Gary struggles against Collie's grasp, trying to come back up the shaft, but fuck, the asshole above him was not letting up. Barkovitch knew what that meant by now and let his head go slack against Parker's hand, mouth open and anticipatory.

Collie pulled himself out of the man's mouth, rubbing the tip against his waiting lips before letting his dick slap his cheek. Before Barkovitch could get out a complaint, he gagged, mouth stuffed full. Collie set a brutal pace, chasing his release quickly. Gary's eyes had started to water, drool dripping down his chin, hands twitching between his legs. His hips were bucking, desperately trying to find friction that wasn't there. Gary stared up at Collie, silently begging for anything, his permission to touch, his leg to hump, anything. What he got was his mouth being fucked harder, dick hitting the back of his throat with each harsh thrust. Gary knew Collie was close, he could tell by now. He got more aggressive. Barkovitch thinks that if his hair were pulled any harder, it would rip out. Collie got mouthier too, a lot more Fuck's and 'Good boy's falling out of him as he used his favourite mouth.

A hard grip on the nape of his neck was the final warning he got before Collie came. Barkovitch didn't gag, he had that trained out of him ages ago, so instead, he made a show of sucking and licking wherever he could until Collie finally pulled out.

Collie began fixing himself back into his boxers, still looking down at Barkovitch. "Ah."

On queue, the blonde opened his mouth, showing off the cum and drool that didn't make it down his throat yet, before sharply swallowing. Collie grabbed him up by the arms, kissing the top of his head as he held him close. "Good boy."

The flush across Gary's face somehow bloomed deeper, and he buried his head in Collie's shoulder, rutting his hips, hoping he'd get the message.

"Does puppy want something to get off on?" Gary nods.

"What does he want?" Gary shrugs.

Collie grabs his boy by the hair again, forcing eye contact between them. "Forgot how to use your words? Better find them quickly, you take any longer and we'll be late."

"Just fucking let me get off." Gary barked out, eyes looking off to the side in embarrassment.

Now Collie didn't usually reward him for bad behaviour, and maybe it had been the post orgasm fluff, but the desperation behind those pretty dark eyes made him comply.

Gary squeaked as he was lifted into Collie's arms, both hurriedly making their way towards their bed, still a mess from earlier that day. Collie positioned Barkovitch on his lap, placing his thigh in between his legs. Gary let out a broken whimper at first contact, willing himself not to move until told. Collie watched Gary try not to squirm for a bit more before finally giving him the okay. Parker rests his hands on his hips, fingers finding belt loops again. "Go on, pup."

With that, Gary finally lets himself grind into the perfectly firm meat of Parker's thigh, finally getting that friction he'd been begging for. He was punctuating each hump with high whines and breathy moans, noisy Ah, Ah, Ahs filling the air. Collie always loved how noisy his pup was, could never shut himself up once he got going. Luckily, he loved shutting him up just as much. Gary's breath hitched as he felt one of Collie's hands leave his hip, wrapping itself around his neck.

"Collie—" Parker tightened his hand slightly.

"Shh, gotta shut you up somehow. Wouldn't want another noise complaint." Barkovitch shuddered out a breath at that, rocking his hips harder as that hand tightened further. Collie felt himself twitch, hearing Gary's moans get choked off into gasps, more tears pooling on his lashes, his nails digging into his bare shoulders.

Gary's eyes began to roll back, and he felt all good and lightheaded, only bits of his brain being used to keep humping, to keep that delicious pleasure that was oh so close to spilling over—

Collie let go then, helping his boy hump his leg as he gasped for air, face slumped into his shoulder. It was that push that got Barkovitch, him spilling into his boxers as his hips were grinded down by his belt loops, choking on his own moans. Gary faintly felt Collie fumbling with the fly of his jeans as he panted, not having come back to earth yet. He finally regains some sort of sense when Collie tells him to raise up his hips, trying to get off his jeans.

"Fuck'r you doing?" Barkovitch slurred, letting Collie take him out of his pants. "You're gonna ride me." That definitely helped Barkovitch sober up a bit. "What?" said Gary, watching his boyfriend reach his hand back from their nightstand, bottle in hand. Before he could keep asking questions, Collie was already bullying two lubed fingers into him. There goes the sobering.

"W-We're going to be late, you cockbrained jackass!" Fuck, the slide was so easy, courtesy of the morning they had, and it made an already trembling Barkovitch shake like a leaf. "You got me hard again," Collie was lubing up his cock, beginning to position Gary where he wanted him. "You're going to fix it." And well, Gary couldn't quite argue with Collie when he took that tone, so he shakily lowered himself onto his dick. He sat there for a moment before the hands on his waist began to squeeze, signalling to him to fucking move.

With great effort and quivering legs, Barkovitch brought himself back up before dropping back down, spent and weary. He kept like that for a bit, each fall punching the air out of him. Collie took the time to stare at the man in his lap, who looked fucking sinful. All his limbs were trembling from both the effort and overstimulation. His cheeks were covered in a splotchy red blush, face scrunched in effort, mouth panting. His hair, now in a worse mess, was slightly covering his ears, the tips of which were the same shade as his cheeks. He let his hands wander underneath his tank again, feeling him jerk and spasm at the feeling of his tanned palms pressing on his tummy.

There was just one problem, though. He was losing pace. "Come on, I know you can do better than that, pup." Collie gave him a mean smirk as Gary's eyes went wide at the comment.

"I'm fucking trying, you asshole!" Barkovitch scowled at him, most of the bite being lost from how utterly debauched he looked.

"Trying hard enough?"

"Yes—" Collie pinched over one of his nipples—"Fucking Christ!" That was it for Gary, legs going weak underneath him, slumping forward, trying to control his breathing. "C-Collie, Fuck I can't—it's too—" Collie knew when his boy had hit his limit, and he was so proud of him for going until he couldn't. So, Barkovitch is thrown onto his back, Collie clambering on top of him.

"I fucking tried—I did—" Gary was a fucking brat, but still a well-trained dog, and he hated disappointing Collie. It rarely happened, but when it did, it made his chest tighten with something ugly and unpleasant. Collie saw thoughts running a mile a minute in his boy's eyes, so he quickly shut it up with a kiss. "I know, pup, tried your best. Now you just lay there and take it like the good bitch I know you are." Barkovitch whined from underneath him at the name. It wasn't used on him often, and he's convinced Collie uses it as a treat because he knows Gary fucking loves it.

Collie began hooking his knees onto his shoulders, lining himself up. Barkovitch winced as he held a bruising grip on his hips and buried himself to the hilt, staring down at him. His gaze was so fucking overwhelming sometimes, made him feel like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. Good thing he didn't mind that too much.

Gary quickly got lost in it, the rapid pace rocking him entirely as he was fucked, bent in half, and trapped in Collie's hold. Parker shifted, raising the blonde's hips higher, revelling in how Barkovitch keened at the new angle. The sex was always good, crazy fucking good, but Gary's face was always the highlight for him. His eyes were glossed over and fluttering as the air was repeatedly punched out of him, mouth open and panting. His face always ended up so wet, sticky from the mess of tears, spit and sweat (and blood, if he was lucky). Gary could barely form words now, brain too cockdumb to be coherent, too focused on the nails digging into his hips, which fuck just got even tighter, Collie had to be— "Fuck, pup, I'm so close, you're going to be good? Let me fill you up?"

You could almost see Gary's ears perk up as he furiously nodded, choked sob ripped out of him as Collie kept chasing his release. "Fuck Barkovitch, so good, always so good fuck—" All it took was a couple more thrusts before he came, nails ripping into the blonde's already bruised hips. It was when those nails broke skin that finally ripped Gary's orgasm out of him, cum covering his stomach, dirtying his already sweat-soaked tank top even further.

After a few beats, Collie finally pulled out, collapsing next to the blonde and pulling his trembling figure towards his chest.

"You okay?" asked Parker, hair tickling the face of the man below him as he propped himself up on his arms. He watched him give a small nod, slowly coming back down from his floaty post-orgasm state. Their sheets were so fucked. They lay like that for a while, listening to each other breathe, Barkovitch smushing himself further into Collie's chest as soothing hands ran up and down his back.

"We need a shower," whispered Collie, now hyper aware of the drying sweat on his—everything. Gary gave an annoyed groan as he forced himself up, Collie soon following him. When they made it back into their small bathroom, they found themselves in the same position that started this whole mess: Gary braced against the sink with Collie's hands around his waist. Only now, Collie's shoulders had deep crescent marks pressed into them, and Gary—fuck, Barkovitch hadn't pulled down his dirtied tank, so his scratched, bruise-littered hips were all on display. Collie let out a low groan, eyeing him, letting his hands go over his handiwork.

"What?" He was getting deja vu. Parker ran his hands between Gary's thighs, feeling the dried cum that had made a mess there.

"Nothing."

Neither were surprised when Barkovitch ended up smashed into the sink, leg hoisted up on the counter with Collie back inside him. He was going to be black and fucking blue at the end of all this.

His hands clutched at the edge of the sink, body bracketted in by Collie's arms. Gary flushed hot, seeing himself arching up to meet Collie. He could see his hands against his stomach, pulling him back with each thrust. It makes him feel small, pathetic, like prey. And for the billionth fucking time tonight, he could feel Parker was close.

Collie was eyeing Gary's neck, tracing down to his shoulders. It looked far too bare, far too untouched for his liking. "Argh-!" Gary gasped as he felt teeth bite into him, right where his neck and shoulder met. And his teeth stayed there as he came, grip just as hard as his bite. Jesus Fucking Christ.

When they finally peeled off what was left of their now ruined clothes, Barkovitch had to be carried into the bath, legs feeling like jelly. As the two lay together in the warm water, Gary struggled to keep his head up, tired out his fucking mind.

He felt Collie chuckle behind him. "We're not going anywhere, huh?"

Gary started laughing, too, letting his head rest on Collie's chest.

"Not a fucking place."