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The garage was washed in the pale orange of sunrise, warm light just starting to peek through the windows. Outside, the world was just starting to wake up. Inside, they had been up for hours, watching the sky with steaming cups of coffee and low tones. Lars had gently shaken Casey awake, telling him that the view was worth it, and Casey had acquiesced once the smell of coffee had hit his nose, leaning against a clothed shoulder as he fought the pull of sleep. It was soft and quiet, Lars had wrapped a blanket around their shoulders, telling stories from his workplace that Casey had surely heard before. And when he’d turned and given Casey that genuine, shy smile, Casey had been helpless not to lean in and brush their lips together.
He’d been more than content to stop there; he didn’t need more than this and it made him so proud that Lars was comfortable enough to share this casual affection with him. But Lars had caught him before he pulled away, sighing quietly as he deepened the kiss. After a few minutes, he’d given Casey a look so full of longing it took his breath away, and then he’d been gently lowered on to his back. The blanket went with him and despite the soft arousal swirling through him, he yawned and his eyes grew heavy. His hips lifted instinctively when fingers skimmed the waistband of his boxers and soon his soft cock was exposed to the morning sunlight. Fingers trailed along his naked skin making him shiver and he made a soft noise, one that was rewarded with another kiss. The click of a plastic cap floated through his ears and his legs spread, giving Lars access to his most sensitive area. Lubed fingers circled his rim before one slowly pushed in, drawing quiet gasps as it slid further inside. They didn’t do this often on account of Lars’ issues with touch and Casey’s own issues with intimacy, but neither complained because it led to moments like this. Soft, quiet moments that felt like the first time they’d ever been touched, intense in the best ways possible. A second finger joined the first, thrusting in just as slowly to let Casey adjust.
Lars was murmuring quiet words of encouragement, brushing kisses along Casey’s nose, cheeks, mouth, adjusting the blanket with his free hand to cover more of him when Casey shivered in the cool morning air. He slid a third finger in, crooking them and rubbing until he brushed the spot that made Casey tense and bear down. He was fully erect now, tip leaking drops of precome. Those thick fingers brushed against that spot again and he gasped, only to have it swallowed up by Lars. The larger man pulled his slick fingers out, placing a hand on Casey’s stomach while the other guided himself to push inside. The tip pushed past the tight ring of muscle and they gasped into each other’s mouths. After giving him a minute to adjust, Lars began rocking his hips and pushing inch after inch of his length inside until he was fully seated. Sleepy sighs were spilling from Casey’s lips, pressing a kiss to the side of Lars’ head after he buried his face in Casey’s neck, overwhelmed by the feeling. Shallow thrusts and grinds almost had Casey drifting off, warm and full, muted sparks of pleasure the only thing keeping him grounded. Soft kisses and Lars’ mustache tickled his neck and he giggled, pushing into it to encourage the ministrations. Lars pulled out a few inches, pushing back in slowly, setting his pace. Each stroke filled him perfectly, and soon he was moaning lowly and grabbing at Lars’ strong arms, bearing down to get him deeper. The hand on his stomach pushed down and through his sleepy haze, Casey was sure Lars’ dick was bulging out of him with how deep he was. The thought had him keening and twitching, arching his back as he wrapped one leg around Lars’ waist. The new angle made sure the cock inside him brushed his prostate with each thrust.
His pleasure was only intensified by the sleepy haze he was in and soon he was letting out a long, low moan, ropes of cum spurting between them. Wave after wave of his orgasm washing through him and making him clench around the thick length pushing into him. It didn’t take long for Lars to follow him over the edge, messily thrusting in as deep as he could and moaning against Casey’s neck. His insides were painted with Lars’ cum, filling him even more than before. He shuddered, smiling at the ceiling as sleepy thoughts of Lars claiming him flooded his head. Warm and sated, it wasn’t long before he drifted off to the sound of Lars’ small gasps and whispered praise as Lars continued to thrust into him in tiny movements. In a few hours he’d wake again, hopefully with Lars still seated inside him, and have to leave their perfect bubble, but that didn’t matter now; not when the last thing he felt was the press of soft lips to his temple.