Chapter 4: Climax
Adam said, "It's getting fucking hot in here. Best if we take the rest of our clothes off." The words tumbled from his mouth, soft and heavy, slurring the insinuation. He drew back a step from Derek and stared into the depths of his eyes. His hazel eyes sparkled with anticipation, and his lids half-shrouded the brown lashes atop them under dark, thick eyebrows. A sigh escaped him, and Adam panted in hoarse breaths, a sheen of sweet perspiration beading across his skin. The musky aroma of the damp cotton weighed heavy on his limbs.
His chest heaved with the effort of undressing himself, hot fingers fumbling for buttons and the fabric crinkling as his fingers shook against the plastic. The moisture of his fingertips slipped against the fastenings, and it took longer than necessary to unbutton his shirt and pull it from his back.
Derek mirrored Adam's actions, but time seemed to slow to a molasses-like crawl. His fingers worked steadily to unknot the tie at his neck, easing it free from the tight confines of his body and tossing it to the floor.
Adam's eyebrows furrowed, and he wrestled with the belt buckle at his waist, the leather-coated metal clanking as it bounced against the buckle, and finally, it came free.
Meanwhile, Derek unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt and wrapped his muscular arms around Adam's waist, pulling him close in their intimate dance. The salt of sweat lingered on his lips from the press of them together. Their breaths mingled and merged, panted in the stifling heat of the supply closet.
The musky scent of their sweat-drenched bodies mingled with the musty smells of the cleaning products, the sour odors of toilet paper and paper towels. But in this moment, none of those things mattered.
Derek's gaze locked on Adam's. The young man's sharp hazel eyes sparkled with desire and need, and his lips looked fuller and more plump than usual as he inhaled shaky breaths. Derek captured Adam’s lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently, drawing a gasp from the man below him.
He smirked as he deepened the kiss, his mouth slanting across Adam’s in a delicate exploration of tongues and the intermingling of breath. The heat of their bodies intensified as they pressed flesh against flesh, the sweaty muscles of their torsos sliding together in a tangle of enticing warmth.
Derek crushed Adam against his chest, the young man groaning as he wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck. Their groins pressed together, the hard and ready evidence of their arousal tenting their trousers.
Derek pinned Adam's arm above his head and ate his pit out while unbuttoning his pants.
He wasted no time pulling the zipper down, and Adam's cock sprang free. The young man hissed, and his cock bobbed, the thick and swollen head bouncing as it touched his stomach.
Derek wasted no time wrapping his lips around the shaft. Adam's fingers tightened in his hair, gripping it rougher with each bob of Derek's head. The suction he applied sent a shiver traveling down Adam's spine.
He took a moment to admire Adam's extremely musky balls. He couldn't help but take a sniff.
"Fuck, you smell good." Derek murmured the words against Adam's skin. The young man tasted salty, sweaty and oh so masculine. Adam's prick twitched against Derek's tongue, and he slid the length of it into his mouth.
Adam hissed again, his back arching as he pushed his hips forward. "Fuck, Der--Derek," he stammered, the words jumbling together as if they wanted to come out incoherent and unformed.
Derek spun the young man around, bearing his sweaty, hairy ass. He kicked Adam's legs apart, spreading his thighs, and pulled apart the young man’s cheeks. He spat onto Adam’s tight, puckered hole, slicking it with saliva and the taste of precum.
He positioned himself behind Adam and took in the sight of the young man's muscular ass framed by the dark hair trailing back from his balls. The scent of musk only strengthened, a primal enticement to sink his cock into the man’s tight hole.
Adam’s body trembled under Derek’s touch, as if he could sense what was to come and was desperate for it.
Derek wrapped his fingers around his prick, guiding the tip to Adam's entrance. He gripped the young man's hips, fingers digging deep into the fleshy muscles and steadying him. Adam whimpered, the sound a mixture of fear and anticipation that turned Derek on further, and he thrust forward with one slow, steady motion.
Adam’s hole stretched wide around Derek’s cock, swallowing him whole.
The young man’s body shook with a mixture of pleasure and pain as Derek bottomed out with a final, hard thrust. The hot, tight walls of Adam’s ass gripped and milked Derek’s prick, making him moan in sheer ecstasy. He stilled for a moment, allowing Adam to adjust to the intrusion.
When Adam nodded, indicating he was ready for more, Derek pulled back, slowly dragging his length over those sensitive nerves.
Adam’s breath caught, and he pushed his hips back, urging Derek to continue.
Derek obliged, thrusting deep and hard with each prod of his hips. The wet, slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the small space, accompanied by Adam’s cries of pleasure.
The air was thick with the smells of musk, sweat, and raw sex. The supply closet had transformed from a dark and cramped storage space to a shrine of pleasure.
The scent of musk and sweat had intensified, filling the room and taking on an almost suffocating quality. Yet neither man cared. Their bodies moved as one, a symphony of desire that only they could hear—the mingling of their flesh smacking against each other, the ragged breaths of exertion escaping their heaving chests, and the whimpers and moans uttered in moments of sheer ecstasy.
Adam pushed himself back to meet Derek’s thrusts, his muscles trembling with the effort.
Derek gripped the young man’s hips tighter, and each thrust pushed Adam’s cock forward, slapping against the sheetrock wall and leaving a wet streak from the precum that dripped from its tip.
Derek let out a low growl and nipped at Adam’s shoulder, marking him with hickeys that would last for days. Adam shuddered, his own need growing with each bruising bite. The young man’s fingers fumbled against the cardboard of the boxes that lined the supply closet walls, seeking purchase as his legs threatened to give out.
Sweat poured from their bodies.
Every muscle in Adam's body was tensed and trembling while his breaths came faster and harder, becoming louder with every passing second.
Derek continued plowing into Adam from behind, holding onto his hips with a bruising grip. Each wet, slapping sound became more prominent as their flesh met with a desperate hunger that echoed off the walls of the closet. Adam pushed himself back, forcing Derek deeper inside him.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good!" Derek grunted between heavy breaths. "I'm going to cum!" Adam gasped, his voice hoarse from the exertion of their love-making. He pushed himself back harder, meeting Derek's thrusts with an eagerness that was almost desperate.
Derek grunted in response, his own arousal reaching its peak. The muscles in his thighs tensed and his balls drew up as he drove into Adam with one last, powerful thrust. His cock swelled, and a hot jet of semen flooded Adam's tight channel, filling him and leaving him gasping with pleasure.
Adam’s body tensed and shuddered as he too came, his own climax triggered by the feeling of Derek’s cock buried deep inside him. The young man’s cock pulsed, emptying his seed onto the floor with an audible plop, plop, plop sound.
The two men remained still for a moment, savoring the afterglow of their love-making, and allowing their breaths to return to normal.
After a moment, Adam pulled away from Derek’s softening prick. Derick, bent the young man over and began lapping at his gaping hole, searching for cum.
Like a dog searching for his buried bone, his tongue plunged deep inside, hunting for what was left of the white liquid.
Adam groaned, gripping the shelves that stood above him as Derick's persistent tongue set fire to his nerve endings. The middle-aged man's mouth wrapped around his puckered hole, sucking and slurping and grunting his satisfaction with the taste of his prize.
Derick's mouth met Adam's -- sharing his semen.
The taste of salt and sweat played on their tongues as they hungrily made out. Derick's hard prick pressed against Adam's stomach as they kissed, and Adam's own cock throbbed in response.
Derick pulled away, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, pushing Adam down onto his hands and knees.
Adam's heart raced as Derick's tongue trailed down his spine, leaving a wet trail along his skin.
Goosebumps prickled along his flesh, goosebumps that were only amplified by the cool air conditioning that seeped into the supply closet.
The coldness was a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies, still damp from their earlier exertion. Derick's fingers trailed along Adam's hips and waist, tracing and memorizing every inch of skin and muscle. His touch ignited fresh waves of desire that twisted and lingered in Adam's core.