So a Man Loses His Dog [1/1]
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snarkhuntTitle: So a Man Loses His Dog
Pairings/Characters: Josh, Tony
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Summary: A man loses his dog and Josh helps him out.
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"Excuse me."
Josh shivered a bit at the voice: low, smooth, fucking sexy. When he turned to look at the speaker, he nearly tripped because damn, the man in front of him was just as hot as his voice. Tall, dark, any woman's (or man's) wet dream in a casual pair of jeans that hugged what Josh was sure was the finest piece of ass in this small town.
Definitely not local. Though Josh was willing to get on his knees and convince the man to stay.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah?" Josh blinked, then shook his head. "I mean, what? Umm. What did you say?" Because it was quite possible Sexy Man had told him something and he had spent too much time staring to register the words--that and listening to the cadence of that voice tripping up and down and tickling the base of his spine.
The man smiled. Josh nearly melted.
"I'm looking for my dog. Someone said they saw him run through here?"
Josh gave a furtive look around, as if that would magically make the dog appear in front of him. Nope, nothing but the street, grass, trees, and well, no dog in any case. "Sorry man, I haven't seen him."
Sexy Man frowned slightly. "I see."
"You visiting or something?" Josh blurted out, then blushed because, christ, the man was probably worried about his dog and all Josh wanted to do was drag the man home with him.
"I just moved here. Oh, sorry," the man extended a hand, "Tony." He gave a wry smile. "Well, Antonio, as my mother insists on calling me."
Josh could listen to that man talk all day. "Josh." He shook the hand. Was it his imagination that the handshake lingered for just second longer than a regular one should have? Josh cleared his throat. "I'll help. Uh, find your dog, I mean."
Tony shook his head even as a smile slowly lit up his face. "You don't have to--"
"Nah, it's fine." Josh stuck his thumb through his belt and smiled winningly. He'd do a lot more than look for a missing dog if he got to stick around Tony longer--even if the man probably wasn't interested in him. Or maybe men in general. "I'm not doing much anyway, a walk would be good for me and I could make sure you don't get, uh, lost or something."
Tony gave a ringing laugh that tugged on something low in Josh's stomach. "Well," he said lowly, "As long as I'm not taking you away from anything...?"
Josh smiled. "Nothing important."
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Two hours later, Josh was just about ready to fall over. He had been hunting up and down the neighborhoods, calling out the name of the dog (Dally, short for Dallas), while Tony was steadily growing more and more worried. Josh could see it in Tony's agitated gate, strides growing shorter, quicker, and more jerky; the way his mouth had flattened as time trotted past.
"Maybe someone picked him up," Tony muttered, "Maybe he's sitting in the pound."
Josh winced. Tony had just said that fifteen minutes ago--had called then too. Josh ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as it slicked back. It was a hot day, and jogging back and forth up and down streets hadn't made it any cooler.
"Look, you should go home," Tony said.
Josh shook his head. "No, it's all rig--"
"Really. I've just been wasting your time."
Josh canted his head to the side, studying Tony. What had been smooth lines and voice like honey had jittered into something much less sophisticated, but, almost strangely, Josh didn't mind at all. Definitely not the time, though.
He smiled faintly and shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, all right. But I'll keep an eye out." He wouldn't actually mind continuing the search for the dog, but by the way Tony's chin was set, the man had already made up Josh's mind for him.
"Look," Tony hesitated, "I really appreciate your helping me out."
Josh gave a faint smile. "Hey, no problem. I'm just sorry we couldn't find your dog." He really didn't want to go, though. "Just in case I spot Dally, I'll give you a call, all right?"
Tony smiled tiredly. Josh wanted to smooth it out, but held himself together. Really, really not the time.
They exchanged numbers and Josh headed home. At the very least he'll call up the man soon, and hopefully the dog would have been found by then. Though even more hopefully, they would talk about other things and maybe Tony would pin Josh to a wall and--Josh blushed to himself and shook away the sliver of guilt. After Dally was found, of course.
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Josh knew he probably shouldn't be walking in his house in just a towel when his windows were still opened, but it was getting dark and, anyway, the important bits were covered. He was reaching over to close one when something long-legged and furry wandered into his view.
"Dally?" He squeaked, and the dog raised his smooth head to look at him, before ambling over towards his bushes. The dog fit Tony's description of Dally--smooth rust colored coat, floppy ears, medium sized--a vizsla, though Josh was sure he had just looked completely blank when Tony had named Dally's breed.
Josh darted out of his house. "Here boy," he coxed, snapping his fingers. The dog lifted his head and wagged his short tail, but circled around Josh rather than walking to him.
"Dally, I'm going to take you home to your owner, all right? C'mon pup." Josh smiled as the dog stepped closer. "C'mon pretty Dally-boy. You're a handsome fellow, aren't you? C'mon pup."
Dally thrust his nose into Josh's stomach and Josh snagged the collar. "Good boy," he crooned, petting the head. Dally wriggled underneath his hand and licked at his fingers. "Good boy, Dally. Let's go inside so I can call your--"
"Dally? Josh?"
Josh blinked and looked up to see a disheveled Tony. Then abruptly he realized he was standing outside in only a towel, hair still wet with beads of water still falling from the strands. Tony seemed like he couldn't decide who to stare at more--his dog or Josh.
"Oh god," Josh said faintly, and flushed. "H-hey Tony." He cast around for words, any words, to stop the burn of embarrassment that raced through him. "I found your dog," he said lamely.
"I see," Tony said slowly, the faint tiredness on his face lifting like it had never been there at all. His eyes settled on the curve of Josh's neck, then slid down slowly. The man licked his lips.
He was definitely feeling faint. Josh shook his head and prayed he wouldn't start springing a boner right now, because his towel would hide nothing.
"Look," Josh said desperately, "That's my house." He gestured to the open door with his head. "Why don't you and Dally come inside while I get changed."
"Sure," Tony said easily, his grin lighting up his entire face. "I still have to thank you for finding my dog."
Josh blushed furiously. Tony probably didn't mean it in the lewd and really, really fucking vivid images his mind was conjuring.
He had to adjust his towel anyway.
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"Look," Josh said, clutching his towel. "Feel free to get yourself anything from the kitchen," he gave a vague wave in its direction, "While I, um, go upstairs to change." Dally was nosing around one of the rooms, and Tony was staring at him frankly, which was making Josh almost trip over his own feet.
He flashed Tony a shaky smile, but before he could dart upstairs, the man clasped his hand around Josh's arm, lightly, and it was like Josh's feet had turned into cement because he could not bring himself to move.
"Hey," Tony said softly, and Josh could only stare up at him, breathless, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
"Hi," he said back, knowing that he had a goofy smile on his face. Tony smiled in return and crowded Josh until Josh's back hit the wall, faces so close together they were breathing the same air. Tony's eyes seemed to have darkened until they were like liquid chocolate, and Josh gave a low, breathy sigh of want.
"I did promise I'd thank you for finding Dally, didn't I?"
Josh vaguely thought that such a corny line shouldn't sound so much like pure sex, but apparently Tony defied all logic. Josh definitely wasn't complaining though.
He reached up and tugged Tony's head down, nipping at the man's lower lip and grinning up at him wickedly. "Maybe you should get started then."
Tony laughed and suddenly they were pressed up hard against one another, Josh gasping into Tony's mouth as Tony's tongue did clever, clever things, his towel tenting--almost embarrassingly, except Josh could feel the rigid line of Tony's cock pressed into his leg through the man's pants, Tony kissing deeply, like nothing had ever tasted as good as Josh's mouth did.
Josh whimpered and moaned and gave just as good back, arousal flashing through him as he rocked into Tony's body, faint satisfaction welling as Tony groaned in his mouth, pressed him harder against the wall.
Then his hands were sliding up Tony's body, underneath his shirt, fingertips dipping across the lines of the man's muscles, palms sliding up Tony's sides as Josh gripped and tried to pull the man closer. Tony made a harsh sound against Josh's lips, dragging his mouth away, chuckling throatily as Josh attempted to follow with a faint whine.
"Wh--" Whatever Josh was going to say skittered away and was instantly forgotten as Tony traced after a drop of water with his tongue on Josh's neck, lips resting briefly on the smooth hollow dipping across his collarbone. He bit and sucked at the junction, and pressed a leg through Josh's, encouraging the small bucking motions Josh was making on his hip. Tony's thigh slid higher, Josh's towel hitching up to display flashes of his cock as he ground it on the man's leg.
"Ohgod," Josh whimpered, and his hands fell to the button on Tony's pants, working furiously to open them. Tony palmed Josh's cock and leaned his head away slightly to look down on it.
"Such a pretty cock," he murmured and stroked it. Josh bucked into his hand and bit down on his shoulder, muffling his shout. "While it looks lovely peeking out like this," Tony tugged on the towel's edge, making Josh gasp as the cloth dragged across him. He leaned closer to Josh's ear, teeth nipping at the ear lobe. "I think it looks better without anything hiding it." Another tug and Josh's towel fell away.
Josh almost came right then, fingers digging into Tony's arms as he jerk. "F-fuck," he gasped out and yanked at the man's shirt. Tony briefly pressed a kiss to Josh's lips, let his tongue flick out for just a moment, before he pulled off his shirt, exposing all that lovely skin for Josh. Josh mapped the smooth planes of Tony's chest with his hands, throat tight as he brushed against taut nipples, scrapping lightly across them with his nails.
Tony grinned at him, eyes bright and hot. "You're so sexy like this, me pinning you against the wall, your pretty cock begging for attention."
Josh groaned, hips lifting in a wordless cry for attention.
Tony's teeth scrapped across his skin as the man moved down, lips pressing against Josh's stomach.
"Please, please," Josh begged and canted his hips forward.
"Please what?" Tony teased, dipping his head lower, blowing lightly on the head of Josh's straining cock.
Josh whimpered in frustration and sank his hands in Tony's hair, heat rushing through him, curling at his groin. He was so hard he thought he'd come the second Tony put his mouth over him, if only Tony would put his mouth on his cock.
"Well?" Tony's warm breath over him made Josh shudder.
"Suck me. Tony, please."
Tony's chuckle floated up before he palmed Josh's cock, licking a bit at the head (Josh whined, and tugged on his hair) before taking Josh into his mouth fully, sucking hard and undulating his tongue to scrap at the bottom of Josh's cock.
Josh nearly doubled over, clutching Tony. "Oh god, oh god," he breathed, eyes closing as stars exploded in his mind, trying desperately not to thrust forward into the wet warmth of Tony's mouth.
Tony cupped him with a hand, hot and damnably clever fingers stroking, even as his other hand snaked behind Josh. Josh spread his legs further and, unable to help himself, thrust shallowly, moaning Tony's name.
He gave a strangled whimper as Tony's finger pushed lightly against his opening. Josh couldn't decide whether he wanted to thrust forward or press back more, suspended for an endless moment as Tony pushed in a finger and crooked it, while somehow opening up and taking more of him down his throat, sucking on him hard.
It was like a supernova, bright light flashing through his mind as he came in a wordless keen. Josh rocked forward and backwards as Tony swallowed down his seed, still sucking lightly and fucking him with his fingers even as Josh came down from his high.
He panted hard and shuddered, residual pleasure still sweeping through his system as Tony released him, licking his lips. The man quirked a grin at him, grasping Josh's hand and drawing it to his groin, letting him feel the hardness that strained against his pants.
Josh laughed shakily and drew himself down, let Tony's cock spring out of his pants, bobbing and begging for attention before engulfing it in his mouth. Tony clutched at his head as he licked and suckled, bobbing up and down.
It didn't take long for the man to tense up and shoot, a long drawn out moan that made Josh suck faster, take in more, feel his cock twitch, like it was looking for any excuse to spring back up again.
He swallowed the salty come as best as he could, a little bit dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he let Tony slip out of his mouth, insanely somehow missing the weight and feel on his tongue.
They kissed leisurely, hands wandering slowly, tracing without the sheer urgency of before.
"Mmm," Josh hummed against Tony's mouth. Tony nibbled lightly on the bottom of Josh's lip, then let his tongue soothe it. It was insane how fast Josh could feel himself try to respond again, and, by the twitch of Tony's dick, Tony was feeling the same way.
Tony laughed lowly, a grumbling purr in his voice as he said, "Round two in a bed?"
Josh smiled at him brightly and laced their fingers together as he tugged Tony up towards the bedroom.
---
He ached in all of the right places. Josh cuddled into Tony's body, worried for just a split moment about whether the man would mind spooning with him until Tony reached out to tug Josh closer.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Tony breathed, and pressed a kiss to Josh's forehead.
Josh could feel his heart thump and flip, his throat close. "Stay?" he managed to get out.
Tony clutched him closer. "Baby, I have wicked, wicked plans for us tomorrow. You're not getting rid of me that easily."
Josh breathed out slowly, traced Tony's face with his eyes even as the lids grew heavy. "I'm getting your dog a steak," he murmured and closed his eyes.
Tony's soft, startled laugh chased after him as he fell asleep.
Pairings/Characters: Josh, Tony
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Summary: A man loses his dog and Josh helps him out.
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"Excuse me."
Josh shivered a bit at the voice: low, smooth, fucking sexy. When he turned to look at the speaker, he nearly tripped because damn, the man in front of him was just as hot as his voice. Tall, dark, any woman's (or man's) wet dream in a casual pair of jeans that hugged what Josh was sure was the finest piece of ass in this small town.
Definitely not local. Though Josh was willing to get on his knees and convince the man to stay.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah?" Josh blinked, then shook his head. "I mean, what? Umm. What did you say?" Because it was quite possible Sexy Man had told him something and he had spent too much time staring to register the words--that and listening to the cadence of that voice tripping up and down and tickling the base of his spine.
The man smiled. Josh nearly melted.
"I'm looking for my dog. Someone said they saw him run through here?"
Josh gave a furtive look around, as if that would magically make the dog appear in front of him. Nope, nothing but the street, grass, trees, and well, no dog in any case. "Sorry man, I haven't seen him."
Sexy Man frowned slightly. "I see."
"You visiting or something?" Josh blurted out, then blushed because, christ, the man was probably worried about his dog and all Josh wanted to do was drag the man home with him.
"I just moved here. Oh, sorry," the man extended a hand, "Tony." He gave a wry smile. "Well, Antonio, as my mother insists on calling me."
Josh could listen to that man talk all day. "Josh." He shook the hand. Was it his imagination that the handshake lingered for just second longer than a regular one should have? Josh cleared his throat. "I'll help. Uh, find your dog, I mean."
Tony shook his head even as a smile slowly lit up his face. "You don't have to--"
"Nah, it's fine." Josh stuck his thumb through his belt and smiled winningly. He'd do a lot more than look for a missing dog if he got to stick around Tony longer--even if the man probably wasn't interested in him. Or maybe men in general. "I'm not doing much anyway, a walk would be good for me and I could make sure you don't get, uh, lost or something."
Tony gave a ringing laugh that tugged on something low in Josh's stomach. "Well," he said lowly, "As long as I'm not taking you away from anything...?"
Josh smiled. "Nothing important."
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Two hours later, Josh was just about ready to fall over. He had been hunting up and down the neighborhoods, calling out the name of the dog (Dally, short for Dallas), while Tony was steadily growing more and more worried. Josh could see it in Tony's agitated gate, strides growing shorter, quicker, and more jerky; the way his mouth had flattened as time trotted past.
"Maybe someone picked him up," Tony muttered, "Maybe he's sitting in the pound."
Josh winced. Tony had just said that fifteen minutes ago--had called then too. Josh ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as it slicked back. It was a hot day, and jogging back and forth up and down streets hadn't made it any cooler.
"Look, you should go home," Tony said.
Josh shook his head. "No, it's all rig--"
"Really. I've just been wasting your time."
Josh canted his head to the side, studying Tony. What had been smooth lines and voice like honey had jittered into something much less sophisticated, but, almost strangely, Josh didn't mind at all. Definitely not the time, though.
He smiled faintly and shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, all right. But I'll keep an eye out." He wouldn't actually mind continuing the search for the dog, but by the way Tony's chin was set, the man had already made up Josh's mind for him.
"Look," Tony hesitated, "I really appreciate your helping me out."
Josh gave a faint smile. "Hey, no problem. I'm just sorry we couldn't find your dog." He really didn't want to go, though. "Just in case I spot Dally, I'll give you a call, all right?"
Tony smiled tiredly. Josh wanted to smooth it out, but held himself together. Really, really not the time.
They exchanged numbers and Josh headed home. At the very least he'll call up the man soon, and hopefully the dog would have been found by then. Though even more hopefully, they would talk about other things and maybe Tony would pin Josh to a wall and--Josh blushed to himself and shook away the sliver of guilt. After Dally was found, of course.
---
Josh knew he probably shouldn't be walking in his house in just a towel when his windows were still opened, but it was getting dark and, anyway, the important bits were covered. He was reaching over to close one when something long-legged and furry wandered into his view.
"Dally?" He squeaked, and the dog raised his smooth head to look at him, before ambling over towards his bushes. The dog fit Tony's description of Dally--smooth rust colored coat, floppy ears, medium sized--a vizsla, though Josh was sure he had just looked completely blank when Tony had named Dally's breed.
Josh darted out of his house. "Here boy," he coxed, snapping his fingers. The dog lifted his head and wagged his short tail, but circled around Josh rather than walking to him.
"Dally, I'm going to take you home to your owner, all right? C'mon pup." Josh smiled as the dog stepped closer. "C'mon pretty Dally-boy. You're a handsome fellow, aren't you? C'mon pup."
Dally thrust his nose into Josh's stomach and Josh snagged the collar. "Good boy," he crooned, petting the head. Dally wriggled underneath his hand and licked at his fingers. "Good boy, Dally. Let's go inside so I can call your--"
"Dally? Josh?"
Josh blinked and looked up to see a disheveled Tony. Then abruptly he realized he was standing outside in only a towel, hair still wet with beads of water still falling from the strands. Tony seemed like he couldn't decide who to stare at more--his dog or Josh.
"Oh god," Josh said faintly, and flushed. "H-hey Tony." He cast around for words, any words, to stop the burn of embarrassment that raced through him. "I found your dog," he said lamely.
"I see," Tony said slowly, the faint tiredness on his face lifting like it had never been there at all. His eyes settled on the curve of Josh's neck, then slid down slowly. The man licked his lips.
He was definitely feeling faint. Josh shook his head and prayed he wouldn't start springing a boner right now, because his towel would hide nothing.
"Look," Josh said desperately, "That's my house." He gestured to the open door with his head. "Why don't you and Dally come inside while I get changed."
"Sure," Tony said easily, his grin lighting up his entire face. "I still have to thank you for finding my dog."
Josh blushed furiously. Tony probably didn't mean it in the lewd and really, really fucking vivid images his mind was conjuring.
He had to adjust his towel anyway.
---
"Look," Josh said, clutching his towel. "Feel free to get yourself anything from the kitchen," he gave a vague wave in its direction, "While I, um, go upstairs to change." Dally was nosing around one of the rooms, and Tony was staring at him frankly, which was making Josh almost trip over his own feet.
He flashed Tony a shaky smile, but before he could dart upstairs, the man clasped his hand around Josh's arm, lightly, and it was like Josh's feet had turned into cement because he could not bring himself to move.
"Hey," Tony said softly, and Josh could only stare up at him, breathless, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
"Hi," he said back, knowing that he had a goofy smile on his face. Tony smiled in return and crowded Josh until Josh's back hit the wall, faces so close together they were breathing the same air. Tony's eyes seemed to have darkened until they were like liquid chocolate, and Josh gave a low, breathy sigh of want.
"I did promise I'd thank you for finding Dally, didn't I?"
Josh vaguely thought that such a corny line shouldn't sound so much like pure sex, but apparently Tony defied all logic. Josh definitely wasn't complaining though.
He reached up and tugged Tony's head down, nipping at the man's lower lip and grinning up at him wickedly. "Maybe you should get started then."
Tony laughed and suddenly they were pressed up hard against one another, Josh gasping into Tony's mouth as Tony's tongue did clever, clever things, his towel tenting--almost embarrassingly, except Josh could feel the rigid line of Tony's cock pressed into his leg through the man's pants, Tony kissing deeply, like nothing had ever tasted as good as Josh's mouth did.
Josh whimpered and moaned and gave just as good back, arousal flashing through him as he rocked into Tony's body, faint satisfaction welling as Tony groaned in his mouth, pressed him harder against the wall.
Then his hands were sliding up Tony's body, underneath his shirt, fingertips dipping across the lines of the man's muscles, palms sliding up Tony's sides as Josh gripped and tried to pull the man closer. Tony made a harsh sound against Josh's lips, dragging his mouth away, chuckling throatily as Josh attempted to follow with a faint whine.
"Wh--" Whatever Josh was going to say skittered away and was instantly forgotten as Tony traced after a drop of water with his tongue on Josh's neck, lips resting briefly on the smooth hollow dipping across his collarbone. He bit and sucked at the junction, and pressed a leg through Josh's, encouraging the small bucking motions Josh was making on his hip. Tony's thigh slid higher, Josh's towel hitching up to display flashes of his cock as he ground it on the man's leg.
"Ohgod," Josh whimpered, and his hands fell to the button on Tony's pants, working furiously to open them. Tony palmed Josh's cock and leaned his head away slightly to look down on it.
"Such a pretty cock," he murmured and stroked it. Josh bucked into his hand and bit down on his shoulder, muffling his shout. "While it looks lovely peeking out like this," Tony tugged on the towel's edge, making Josh gasp as the cloth dragged across him. He leaned closer to Josh's ear, teeth nipping at the ear lobe. "I think it looks better without anything hiding it." Another tug and Josh's towel fell away.
Josh almost came right then, fingers digging into Tony's arms as he jerk. "F-fuck," he gasped out and yanked at the man's shirt. Tony briefly pressed a kiss to Josh's lips, let his tongue flick out for just a moment, before he pulled off his shirt, exposing all that lovely skin for Josh. Josh mapped the smooth planes of Tony's chest with his hands, throat tight as he brushed against taut nipples, scrapping lightly across them with his nails.
Tony grinned at him, eyes bright and hot. "You're so sexy like this, me pinning you against the wall, your pretty cock begging for attention."
Josh groaned, hips lifting in a wordless cry for attention.
Tony's teeth scrapped across his skin as the man moved down, lips pressing against Josh's stomach.
"Please, please," Josh begged and canted his hips forward.
"Please what?" Tony teased, dipping his head lower, blowing lightly on the head of Josh's straining cock.
Josh whimpered in frustration and sank his hands in Tony's hair, heat rushing through him, curling at his groin. He was so hard he thought he'd come the second Tony put his mouth over him, if only Tony would put his mouth on his cock.
"Well?" Tony's warm breath over him made Josh shudder.
"Suck me. Tony, please."
Tony's chuckle floated up before he palmed Josh's cock, licking a bit at the head (Josh whined, and tugged on his hair) before taking Josh into his mouth fully, sucking hard and undulating his tongue to scrap at the bottom of Josh's cock.
Josh nearly doubled over, clutching Tony. "Oh god, oh god," he breathed, eyes closing as stars exploded in his mind, trying desperately not to thrust forward into the wet warmth of Tony's mouth.
Tony cupped him with a hand, hot and damnably clever fingers stroking, even as his other hand snaked behind Josh. Josh spread his legs further and, unable to help himself, thrust shallowly, moaning Tony's name.
He gave a strangled whimper as Tony's finger pushed lightly against his opening. Josh couldn't decide whether he wanted to thrust forward or press back more, suspended for an endless moment as Tony pushed in a finger and crooked it, while somehow opening up and taking more of him down his throat, sucking on him hard.
It was like a supernova, bright light flashing through his mind as he came in a wordless keen. Josh rocked forward and backwards as Tony swallowed down his seed, still sucking lightly and fucking him with his fingers even as Josh came down from his high.
He panted hard and shuddered, residual pleasure still sweeping through his system as Tony released him, licking his lips. The man quirked a grin at him, grasping Josh's hand and drawing it to his groin, letting him feel the hardness that strained against his pants.
Josh laughed shakily and drew himself down, let Tony's cock spring out of his pants, bobbing and begging for attention before engulfing it in his mouth. Tony clutched at his head as he licked and suckled, bobbing up and down.
It didn't take long for the man to tense up and shoot, a long drawn out moan that made Josh suck faster, take in more, feel his cock twitch, like it was looking for any excuse to spring back up again.
He swallowed the salty come as best as he could, a little bit dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he let Tony slip out of his mouth, insanely somehow missing the weight and feel on his tongue.
They kissed leisurely, hands wandering slowly, tracing without the sheer urgency of before.
"Mmm," Josh hummed against Tony's mouth. Tony nibbled lightly on the bottom of Josh's lip, then let his tongue soothe it. It was insane how fast Josh could feel himself try to respond again, and, by the twitch of Tony's dick, Tony was feeling the same way.
Tony laughed lowly, a grumbling purr in his voice as he said, "Round two in a bed?"
Josh smiled at him brightly and laced their fingers together as he tugged Tony up towards the bedroom.
---
He ached in all of the right places. Josh cuddled into Tony's body, worried for just a split moment about whether the man would mind spooning with him until Tony reached out to tug Josh closer.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Tony breathed, and pressed a kiss to Josh's forehead.
Josh could feel his heart thump and flip, his throat close. "Stay?" he managed to get out.
Tony clutched him closer. "Baby, I have wicked, wicked plans for us tomorrow. You're not getting rid of me that easily."
Josh breathed out slowly, traced Tony's face with his eyes even as the lids grew heavy. "I'm getting your dog a steak," he murmured and closed his eyes.
Tony's soft, startled laugh chased after him as he fell asleep.