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Author\u2019s Note:<\/strong> Beta\u2019d by the incomparable Jen.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou missed the turn to the buffet,\u201d Starsky pointed out.\u00a0 He was trying to keep the suspicion out of his voice, but it was hard.\u00a0 He knew Hutch better than anyone, so he was wary.\u00a0 It seemed that the only time Hutch missed turns was when they were driving to a location of Starsky\u2019s choosing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the buffet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou promised me we\u2019d go,\u201d Starsky reminded Hutch when his Blond Blintz \u2014 his other half, the love of his life \u2014 failed to turn around or, for that matter, react in any way.\u00a0 \u201cI haven\u2019t had a meal since early this morning, and Huggy said this buffet is really good.\u00a0 Hutch, you promised!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps egged on by the whininess of Starsky\u2019s voice, Hutch finally looked at him. \u201cBuffets promote overeating.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I know! That\u2019s why I asked you to take me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch rolled his eyes.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll make you something at my place, and then we can have sex.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Heat pooled in Starsky\u2019s groin at the casual mention.\u00a0 Hutch could make sex \u2014 sex between them! \u2014\u00a0 sound so common and routine, and somehow that was hot.\u00a0 They\u2019d been lovers for a few months now, but it still felt so new.\u00a0 Suddenly the idea of missing the buffet seemed a little less like a betrayal on the level of Brutus and Caesar. But Starsky wasn\u2019t that<\/em> easy.\u00a0 \u201cWe could go to the buffet and then have sex.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cYou just said, in your own words\u2026\u201d Hutch paused and frowned, obviously mentally reviewing the conversation, \u201cwell, not said, but you implied, very clearly, that you planned to overindulge at the buffet. So by the time we get back to my place, you\u2019ll be stuffed and sleepy and you won\u2019t even fully enjoy the blowjob I give you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNuh-uh,\u201d Starsky protested.\u00a0 \u201cSleepy blowjobs are the best blowjobs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s unhealthy to overeat,\u201d Hutch replied, clearly unable to debate Starsky\u2019s previous point and thus returning to the familiar ground of his health rants.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s also unhealthy to break promises.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s unhealthy for the moral fiber,\u201d Starsky said, with conviction.<\/span><\/p>\n

Again, Hutch completely ignored his airtight argument.\u00a0 \u201cLook, we can have sandwiches at my place \u2014 I\u2019ve got some good deli meats, you\u2019ll like them \u2014 and then you can overindulge on me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Fuck.\u00a0 There was nothing particularly special about the three words overindulge on me<\/em>, and yet they did something to Starsky, a flash flood of arousal that swept away his moral high ground.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re saying you\u2019ll<\/em> be my buffet?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll you can eat.\u201d\u00a0 Hutch said it low with a cocky raised eyebrow, and it was all Starsky could do not to reach over and distract the driver.<\/span><\/p>\n

But Starsky had to at least try to stay strong.\u00a0 After all, didn\u2019t he have full access to Hutch most nights, anyway?\u00a0 Hutch was as horny a guy as any; Starsky was rarely left wanting.\u00a0 If Hutch wanted to offer himself up as a replacement for the special, brand-new, not-an-everyday-occurrence of the buffet, he\u2019d have to make tonight out of the ordinary, too.\u00a0 It was only fair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky considered his options.\u00a0 If he played this right, he could get Hutch to agree to any manner of special kink.\u00a0 Should he tie Hutch up?\u00a0 Use his handcuffs?\u00a0 Starsky frowned; he liked it when Hutch pawed at him with his big hands, so he didn\u2019t particularly want to restrain them.\u00a0 Maybe they could play a game?\u00a0 Hutch could pretend to be a spy.\u00a0 Or a werewolf.\u00a0 Or Starsky\u2019s personal driver, who would drive him to an amazing buffet, where Starsky could eat whatever he wanted.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky huffed in annoyance.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t fair that Hutch was pulling this bait-and-switch.\u00a0 Hutch was being mean, and sex just wasn\u2019t going to make up for it.\u00a0 \u201cYour body isn\u2019t an all-you-can-eat buffet.\u00a0 It\u2019s a two-course meal, at best<\/em>.\u00a0 One-course most nights.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch laughed.\u00a0 \u201cStarsk, that\u2019s all you can handle.\u00a0 We don\u2019t stop on my account, we stop for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot hardly! I go easy on you, \u2018cause I figure that rabbit food you eat ain\u2019t gonna hold up against the full force of my passion.\u00a0 I haven\u2019t forgotten that you need triple doses of vitamin E just to get it up, babe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch\u2019s humor was slipping away in the face of this attack against his virility.\u00a0 Anger was rising up in those pale blue eyes, and it was making Starsky hotter.\u00a0 \u201cThat was during a fast.\u00a0 And it was Abby\u2019s idea, to\u2014 to fortify our bodies just in case!\u00a0 I\u2019ll have you know that during those 48 hours we had no problems whatsoever.\u201d\u00a0 His eyes narrowed, glaring at the street ahead.\u00a0 \u201cYou can\u2019t seriously be implying that I\u2019ve left you unsatisfied?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnsatisfied?\u00a0 No, I guess not.\u00a0 But most nights our sex is dessert.\u00a0 Tonight you\u2019re sayin\u2019 our sex will be a buffet.\u00a0 I just don\u2019t think you can handle my appetite.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a perfect hit.\u00a0 The glint in Hutch\u2019s eyes was accentuated by the setting sun as they pulled up to Venice Place.\u00a0 \u201cTry me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, babe.\u00a0 Tonight I ain\u2019t holding back.\u00a0 We can even skip the sandwiches and get straight to the main event.\u00a0 But if you pass out on me, or call uncle because I\u2019ve pushed you past your limits, you\u2019ll be taking me to the buffet for dinner for an entire week.\u00a0 Deal?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDeal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It took Hutch almost ten minutes to find parking near Venice Place.\u00a0 Must have been a busy night for the French restaurant below Hutch\u2019s apartment.\u00a0 By the time Hutch finally got his car settled and turned off the engine, both of them were seething with quiet anticipation.\u00a0 The walk to the door was restrained.\u00a0 Starsky wondered if he should offer to race Hutch to take the edge off, but he was finding himself enjoying the sexiness of acting calm when he knew the both of them were volcanoes ready to erupt.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But when they reached the bedroom their veneer of civility was shed as quickly as their jackets.\u00a0\u00a0 Starsky toed off his shoes as Hutch unsnapped his shoulder holster and hung up his magnum in the closet.\u00a0 Then Starsky pounced, tumbling all six feet and one inch of his partner to the bed like a felled redwood. Hutch went down hard, and Starsky took advantage of the split second of control to plant his mouth on Hutch\u2019s neck.\u00a0 He bit gently and sucked, increasing the pressure of his teeth slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, oh, oh\u2026\u201d Hutch breathed.\u00a0 He grabbed Starsky by the shoulders and dug in his fingers as his legs tangled with Starsky\u2019s to bring their groins flush.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This would be the hickey to end all hickeys, Starsky decided on the spot.\u00a0 Ruby red, it would grace Hutch\u2019s neck for weeks.\u00a0 Hutch would have to wear turtlenecks, even on the blistering hot days.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk\u2026\u201d Hutch whined, and pushed at Starsky ever so slightly.\u00a0 Nuh-uh<\/em>, Starsky thought.\u00a0 If Hutch didn\u2019t use his words, Starsky wasn\u2019t stopping.\u00a0 He could picture the skin beneath his mouth flushing darker and darker.\u00a0 It was like he was custom-painting a fine car.\u00a0 Leaving his mark, like the white stripe on the Torino.\u00a0 Hutch was his.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch went lax as the assault to his neck went on and on.\u00a0 His arms dropped to the bed, and his legs went still, though one remained wrapped behind Starsky\u2019s legs.\u00a0 Triumph lit up Starsky\u2019s nerves.\u00a0 Hutch did this sometimes when Starsky took charge.\u00a0 It was proof that Hutch was riding high already, even though they\u2019d just started.\u00a0 But of course Starsky had played dirty; he knew that attacking Hutch\u2019s neck was sure to bring out Hutch\u2019s submissive streak.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, not being able to see his partner was too much for Starsky.\u00a0 He let go of his bite, licking a few times at the violent splash of color before sitting back on his haunches.\u00a0 Sure enough, Hutch had that dreamy, far-away look in his half-lidded eyes.\u00a0 This was the perfect time to order his big blond partner around.\u00a0 \u201cShirt off, now,\u201d Starsky managed between heaving breaths, already working on his own buttons.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch\u2019s enormous hands came up to fumble at his shirt, and he blinked slowly several times before focusing on Starsky\u2019s face.\u00a0 Then suddenly Starsky was flipped on his back, and Hutch was grinning down at him.\u00a0 One of his damn wrestling moves, of course.\u00a0 All\u2019s fair in love and war<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019m I supposed to get my clothes off now?\u201d Starsky laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch deftly undid Starsky\u2019s fly, then reached back to grab Starsky\u2019s jeans by the ankles, yanking on them hard.\u00a0 It only got his very tight jeans halfway down his hips, so Hutch pulled again, harder.\u00a0 In what felt like slow-motion, Starsky watched as Hutch leaned too far back and slid off the foot of the bed.\u00a0 There was a very loud thump and then muffled curses.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky sat up.\u00a0 \u201cYou okay, babe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Disheveled blond hair and chagrined eyes peered up over the edge of the bed.\u00a0 \u201cFuck,\u201d Hutch muttered, but he was smiling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou got my jeans off,\u201d Starsky pointed out, helpfully.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI landed on my tailbone.\u201d Hutch grimaced and crawled back onto the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNeed me to kiss it and make it better?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust wanna kiss you,\u201d Hutch grumbled under his breath, so Starsky went willingly as Hutch drew him into his arms and laid them out on the bed, on their sides.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch immediately went for Starsky\u2019s neck, probably thinking that turnabout was fair play.\u00a0 Starsky let him.\u00a0 It felt good to have Hutch\u2019s head tucked beneath his own, the hot wet mouth leaving goosebumps in its wake.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky dug his fingers into Hutch\u2019s shoulder blades, half-foreplay and half-massage.\u00a0 \u201cWanna fuck me?\u201d he asked.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re so tense.\u00a0 I bet fucking me would help with that.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Hutch agreed, hazy once again.\u00a0 Starsky smiled; Hutch was so easy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen down you go.\u201d Starsky pushed Hutch onto his back on the rumpled quilt, then quickly scooted back until he could easily bend down and capture Hutch\u2019s cock in his mouth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk!\u201d Hutch groaned, long and drawn-out.\u00a0 \u201cWha\u2014 what?\u00a0 Thought I\u2014 fucking you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky considered pausing his blow job to answer Hutch\u2019s question, but he had a good rhythm going and didn\u2019t want to break it.\u00a0 He was moving his head slightly, letting his lips slide up and down, while his tongue pressed gently against the underside of Hutch\u2019s cock, timed with his shallow breaths. His left hand had found its way behind Hutch\u2019s balls, rubbing the sensitive skin hidden there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk, I can\u2019t\u2014 I\u2019m gonna\u2014!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And then Hutch shuddered and released into Starsky\u2019s mouth.\u00a0 Starsky felt Hutch\u2019s cock soften, but didn\u2019t let go yet.\u00a0 He brushed his tongue carefully along Hutch\u2019s length and felt it jerk and pulse again, and Hutch gasped.<\/span><\/p>\n

They lay still for a moment, both of them huffing like oxygen was going out of style.\u00a0 Starsky found his voice.\u00a0 \u201cPretty nice\u2026 for an appetizer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was that about?\u201d Hutch demanded.\u00a0 His hand found its way into Starsky\u2019s curls and tugged him up until their faces were level.\u00a0 \u201cAsking me to fuck you and then blowing me instead?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I still want you to fuck me. Is that gonna be a problem?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch\u2019s eyes narrowed.\u00a0 \u201cOf course not. You\u2019re the one who seems to be changing his mind.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot changing my mind. Just tryin\u2019 a little bit of everything. That\u2019s what you do at buffets, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch growled.\u00a0 An actual, angry-wild-animal growl.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky grinned and ran his hands up and down Hutch\u2019s thighs, enjoying the way the muscles twitched and jumped beneath his rough calloused fingers.\u00a0 \u201cSounds like someone wants to dive right into round two.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDammit, Starsk. We\u2019re thirty-five years old. Give me half a sec, will ya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky snapped his fingers.\u00a0 \u201cThat reminds me.\u201d\u00a0 He bounced up and off the bed, heading to the couch where he\u2019d thrown his jacket. He rifled through the pockets until he emerged with a small brown paper bag. \u201cI found some interesting marital aids I thought we could try out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A surprised snort of laughter escaped Hutch.\u00a0 \u201cMarital aids?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky shrugged. \u201cThat\u2019s what they were called in Uncle Elmo\u2019s Adult Novelty Shop. Look here\u2014\u201c\u00a0 He upended the bag on the bedspread. Three bright rings of various shapes and colors bounced out. \u201cCock rings.\u00a0 The blood goes in but can\u2019t go back out when you put one of these bad boys on. So you get hard quicker and stay hard longer.\u00a0 Pretty cool, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky wasn\u2019t the least bit surprised when Hutch flushed.\u00a0 He knew his partner well enough to anticipate the blend of embarrassment and indignation.\u00a0 \u201cStarsk, I don\u2019t need help with\u2026 you know, maintaining an erection.\u00a0 You just sucked me off, for heaven\u2019s sake!\u00a0 Is a measly ten minutes too much to ask?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Riling up Hutch was a fine turn-on.\u00a0 The trick was to seem confused by his anger. That always wound him up further.\u00a0 \u201cGeez, Hutch.\u00a0 I\u2019m not taking potshots at ya\u2019.\u00a0 I just thought it\u2019d be fun to try something new.\u00a0 That\u2019s one of the best things about a buffet, isn\u2019t it? You can try different new things that you might not want for a whole meal.\u201d\u00a0 Starsky picked up a bright red cock ring and gave it a little spin around his finger.\u00a0 \u201cExperiment a little.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs our typical sex starting to bore you?\u201d Hutch snapped, grabbing the ring out of Starsky\u2019s hands and tossing it to the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not.\u00a0 This was your idea, remember? We coulda gone to that buffet \u2014 like you promised \u2014 and then had a stuffed and sleepy fuck.\u00a0 But no, you had to be the food police.\u00a0 And now the sex toy police.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine!\u201d Hutch capitulated with what had to be the biggest, most put-upon sigh in California that night. \u201cBut you better know what you\u2019re doing with those things, because I\u2019ve never in my life needed a sex toy to satisfy anyone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you worry, partner.\u00a0 I\u2019ve got you covered.\u00a0 I know exactly what I\u2019m doing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That gave Hutch pause.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019ve used cock rings before?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOn yourself?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure thing. On this very cock you see before you\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Reflexively, Hutch dropped his gaze to Starsky\u2019s crotch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014and it didn\u2019t fall off or nothing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch rolled his eyes.\u00a0 \u201cOh, shut up.\u00a0 And use this one.\u201d\u00a0 He handed Starsky the light blue ring, which also happened to be the biggest one.\u00a0 Nervous that anything smaller would be too tight, Starsky wondered, or just gloating?\u00a0 Or maybe Hutch just wanted to make a decision\u2014any decision\u2014 while he still could, because it had to be obvious that control of the situation was rapidly slipping out of his fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBlue is your color.\u201d Starsky pitched his voice flirty and low.\u00a0 \u201cLie back against the pillows and get a good view.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As Hutch reluctantly rearranged himself on the bed, Starsky grabbed the bottle of lube and spread a little on the inside of the ring.\u00a0 He kneeled between Hutch\u2019s legs, took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times to bring Hutch to semi-hardness, and then pushed the slick ring up to the base.<\/span><\/p>\n

He glanced up and saw that Hutch was watching intently, his mouth open.\u00a0 Starsky grinned and refocused on his task.\u00a0 Next he stretched the ring open and quickly slid first one and then both balls through.\u00a0 Now it was resting snuggly behind the sack, pushing the balls forward slightly.\u00a0 \u201cBeautiful,\u201d Starsky admired.\u00a0 \u201cLike they\u2019re on display.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch rolled his eyes again, but Starsky thought he looked pleased.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know cock rings went behind the scrotum,\u201d Hutch said, voice a bit uneven as Starsky started stroking him again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey don\u2019t hafta, but it\u2019s tighter this way.\u00a0 Does it hurt?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch shook his head, his eyes sliding shut as Starsky continued playing. He cupped Hutch\u2019s sack in his hand, rubbing along the skin just below the ring.\u00a0 Hutch\u2019s breath hitched.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky grinned.\u00a0 \u201cOkay, hotshot.\u00a0 I got you ready.\u00a0 Now get me ready so you can fuck me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch snorted.\u00a0 He opened his eyes and reached for the lube.\u00a0 \u201cWanna switch places?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky pulled the lube out of Hutch\u2019s reach.\u00a0 \u201cNah. I like having you spread out before me like this.\u201d\u00a0 He grabbed one of Hutch\u2019s large hands and squeezed lube onto the index finger. \u201cNow stretch me already.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch obeyed, but he complained mildly, \u201cYou just want to use me for my hands and my dick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s horribly unfair.\u00a0 I want to use your mouth, too.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think you\u2019re objectifying me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky nodded, shivering a little at the sensation of being fingered. \u201cUh huh.\u00a0 You\u2019re the one who offered to be my big blond buffet.\u00a0 So now you have one job, and one job only\u2026 to be consumed.\u201d\u00a0 It seemed to Starsky that his dirty talk was turning Hutch on, so he reached down to fondle his partner\u2019s constricted cock.\u00a0 Sure enough, it was almost completely hard already.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re just here to satisfy my appetite, babe.\u00a0 Of course, you can always cry uncle if my appetite is too big.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch cried out as Starsky gave a firmer stroke.\u00a0 \u201cNe- Never.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen lie back and enjoy being devoured.\u201d\u00a0 Starsky, already straddling Hutch, just had to reposition slightly to slide down onto Hutch\u2019s cock.\u00a0 Hutch gasped, his hands finding and gripping Starsky\u2019s thighs.\u00a0 Starsky had never done this from the top before, and it took some trial and error to get the right motion, but he got to watch Hutch\u2019s face the whole time, and he could see exactly which swivels, sways, and dips of his hips drove Hutch the most crazy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think I can come,\u201d Hutch groaned a few minutes later.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s too soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou feel close though, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch nodded.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s so\u2014 ah!\u2014 so good.\u00a0 But it\u2019s too soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou crying uncle?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen you might as well come, \u2018cause I\u2019m going to keep this up until you do.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch moaned, letting his head drop back to the pillows.\u00a0 Starsky carefully leaned down, still rocking his hips, and nibbled and sucked at Hutch\u2019s neck.\u00a0 \u201cIn fact, maybe I\u2019ll make you my sex toy.\u00a0 I\u2019ll keep that cock ring on you constantly, so you\u2019re always hard, and I\u2019ll use you like a dildo whenever I want.\u00a0 You\u2019ll just have to stay in my bed, twenty-four seven.\u00a0 Or maybe I\u2019ll keep you in the Torino so I can use you anywhere, anytime.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStarsk!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo I guess it doesn\u2019t even matter if you come or not.\u00a0 You\u2019re just a gorgeous, life-sized vibrator.\u201d Starsky\u2019s thighs were getting sore, so he found a back-and-forth motion that wasn\u2019t too strenuous and started squeezing his sphincter muscles in time to his thrusts. \u201cI\u2019ll have to put a collar on you so everyone knows you\u2019re mine and no one tries to borrow you if I bring you to work. I could see a few of the guys getting jealous, especially if I had you kneel under the table and suck me while I\u2019m typing up reports.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With a cry, Hutch planted his feet flat on the bed so he could do his own thrusting, driving himself even closer to orgasm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cActually, I don\u2019t need to put a collar on you.\u00a0 Those hickeys will do the job nicely.\u00a0 You\u2019re mine, Hutch.\u00a0 The moment I saw you, your fate was sealed. You\u2019re gonna be my plaything forever.\u00a0 And you\u2019re going to love it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch\u2019s hands dug into Starsky\u2019s hips as he yanked their bodies flush.\u00a0 Hutch rocked shallowly a few quick times, stimulating the extra-sensitive underside of his cock, then groaned and stilled deep inside Starsky\u2019s heat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky knew that Hutch had just had his second orgasm of the night.\u00a0 He could also tell that the cock ring had kept Hutch from completely softening.\u00a0 He sat down more fully on Hutch\u2019s pelvis, and even that small movement made Hutch grimace in discomfort.<\/span><\/p>\n

He petted Hutch\u2019s face gently, sweeping back strands of sweaty hair. \u201cAww, babe.\u00a0 You still hard?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch was still huffing and puffing.\u00a0 He nodded, then managed to say, \u201cMove off. Slow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky moved off, slowly, only contracting his pelvic muscles once or twice in the process.\u00a0 Then he grabbed a hand towel from the small stack Hutch kept by the bed, and started wiping Hutch off \u2014 very solicitously, of course \u2014 until Hutch batted him away with a growl.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch seemed completely drained, but he blindly fumbled with one hand until he found the cock ring and slid it off, leaving his dick as limp as the rest of him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky got off the bed and tossed the towel in the hamper.\u00a0 He had avoided climax up until now by keeping Hutch away from his cock and avoiding any prostate stimulation while riding Hutch.\u00a0 But he was still right on the edge.\u00a0 He needed all the help he could get to win this game, and a quick break would go a long way.\u00a0 He spent a minute or two reading the titles of Hutch\u2019s gardening books on the shelf by his bed.\u00a0 By the time he reached 300 of the Most Asked Questions About Organic Gardening<\/em> he knew he was cool enough for the next round.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey Hutch,\u201d he called as he got himself ready. \u00a0\u201cYou\u2019ve had two delicious orgasms already and I haven\u2019t had my first.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a pointed silence that clearly meant, Whose fault is that?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut don\u2019t worry.\u00a0 I\u2019m really close.\u00a0 And I\u2019m sure once I\u2019m done I\u2019ll have had my fill of the Hutch buffet.\u201d\u00a0 Starsky clambered back onto the bed and pulled Hutch\u2019s legs up onto his shoulders. \u201cSo I\u2019m going to fuck you now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch whimpered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, whatsamatter? All you gotta do is lie there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They\u2019d done this often enough that Starsky knew he didn\u2019t need to stretch Hutch with his fingers, as long as he went carefully and slowly with his cock.\u00a0 Which he did.\u00a0 With plenty of lube he started a gentle, torturous penetration.\u00a0 With every infinitesimal push forward, he slid across sensitive nerve endings.\u00a0 \u201cForget the hickeys,\u201d Starsky breathed. \u201cI\u2019m claiming you with my cock.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch made a pained sound.\u00a0 Incredibly, Starsky could see that his cock was starting to fill again.\u00a0 Not much, but enough to be very uncomfortable.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t fair,\u201d Hutch whined. \u201cYou made sure I\u2019d come twice before you did this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI took what I wanted from your body, and now I want your ass.\u00a0 It\u2019s just how the cookie crumbled,\u201d Starsky replied, pausing long enough to form words.\u00a0 \u201cBut you\u2019re doing so well, blondie.\u00a0 You can ride this out.\u00a0 Remind yourself that you don\u2019t have any control.\u00a0 Unless you cry uncle, this is happening and you can\u2019t stop it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch\u2019s cock filled a little more, and another moan escaped his lips.\u00a0 \u201cFuck,\u201d Hutch breathed. \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShut up and fuck.\u00a0 Messaged received, loud and clear.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

To the beautiful sound of Hutch\u2019s dismayed pleasure, Starsky sheathed himself fully.\u00a0 He took a moment to rub up and down Hutch\u2019s thighs, squeezing his butt, and then found Hutch\u2019s hands. He pulled them both up above Hutch\u2019s head and pressed them into the pillow there.\u00a0 Then he began to fuck in earnest.<\/span><\/p>\n

He could tell the exact moment he found Hutch\u2019s prostate.\u00a0 Hutch\u2019s muscles flexed as if he\u2019d been shocked, and he let out a garbled \u201cI can\u2019t\u2014!\u201d\u00a0 even as he arched up for more.\u00a0 Starsky took careful aim and brushed that same spot again, harder.<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a moment\u2019s delay, and then Hutch started kicking Starsky, hard enough that Starsky knew he meant business.\u00a0 \u201cOff!\u201d Hutch groaned.\u00a0 \u201cOff!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky carefully withdrew, gently dislodging Hutch\u2019s legs and laying them back down.\u00a0 Hutch was breathing like a bellows, cock half-hard, tears leaking from his eyes. With effort, he slapped at the bed, the wrestling sign for tapping out.\u00a0 The elation of winning welled up, and Starsky found himself grinning, even through the physical frustration of delayed climax.\u00a0 Just to make sure, he softly asked, \u201cThis you admitting you\u2019re not all-you-can-eat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch nodded.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAhh, babe.\u00a0 You may not be all-you-can-eat, but you are one fine dish.\u201d Starsky settled down on the pillows next to Hutch and spooned close to him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch smiled and exhaustedly rolled over until he was face down, half on Starsky\u2019s chest.\u00a0 He kissed Starsky\u2019s ear and then sleepily nuzzled his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAhh, that\u2019s nice.\u201d Starsky reached down and stroked himself while enjoying the warm weight and smell of Hutch.\u00a0 It only took a few strokes.\u00a0 He came with a quiet sigh.\u00a0 It was possible Hutch hadn\u2019t even noticed.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve earned a rest.\u00a0 Sleep a little. Then we\u2019re going to wash up and go to that buffet tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Silence.\u00a0 He\u2019d overstimulated Hutch into a dead slumber.\u00a0 Starsky regarded him happily.\u00a0 \u201cBut I\u2019m going to nosh on you for the rest of my life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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