Jake slammed the door behind them and shoved Mark against it, their mouths crashing together hard. "Been thinking about this cock all night," Jake growled, yanking Mark's shirt up and biting at his neck. Mark grunted, already hard, hips pushing forward to grind against Jake's thigh.
They stripped fast, clothes hitting the floor. Jake dropped to his knees and took Mark's dick in one wet swallow. Mark's head thumped back against the door. "Fuck… yeah, suck it," he moaned, low and rough, his voice cracking as Jake worked his tongue along the shaft. Jake moaned back around the thick length, the sound vibrating deep, spit dripping down his chin while his own cock throbbed untouched.
Mark pulled him up and spun him around, bending Jake over the couch. He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside without warning. Jake's moan came out loud and broken, "Ahhh, shit, open me up." Mark finger-fucked him fast, stretching, scissoring, until Jake was pushing back and begging. "Put it in. Fuck me raw."
Mark lined up and drove his cock straight in to the balls. Jake howled, a long, filthy "Fuuuuck!" that filled the room. Mark started pounding, hips slapping loud and wet. Every thrust pulled another moan out of Jake: "Oh god… deeper… yeah, just like that." Mark grunted in reply, gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise, slamming in again and again while Jake's moans climbed higher, turning into desperate, repeated "Ah-ah-ah" sounds timed to the rhythm.
They switched positions fast.
Jake rode Mark on the couch, sinking down slow then bouncing hard, his own dick slapping against his stomach. "Listen to you moan like a slut," Mark rasped, thrusting up to meet him. Jake's head fell back, mouth open, letting out long, guttural moans that got louder every time Mark's cock hit his prostate. "Can't… stop… moaning," Jake gasped between the sounds, voice hoarse from it.
Mark flipped them again, putting Jake on his back on the floor, legs pushed wide. He fucked him missionary style, deep and grinding, staring down at Jake's face twisted in pleasure. Jake's moans turned constant now, a stream of "Mmmph… fuck me… oh shit yes" broken by sharp cries when Mark angled just right. Sweat slicked their bodies. Jake reached down and stroked himself in time with the thrusts, his moans getting higher, tighter, until he shot hard across his own chest with a shout that echoed off the walls.
Mark kept going, chasing his own orgasm, pounding through Jake's aftershocks. Jake kept moaning softly, oversensitive, voice wrecked: "Come in me… fill me up." Mark buried himself deep and came with a raw groan, pulsing inside while Jake whimpered at the heat.
They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, Jake's moans fading to satisfied little sounds as Mark kissed his throat. After a minute Mark pulled out slow, cum leaking, and they moved to the bed for round two, already hard again from the sounds they'd made. The night stretched on with more positions, more filthy talk, and the same hungry, unashamed moaning every time one of them hit the right spot.
