Vincent and Mac

Vincent and Mack walked the five blocks through the continuing snow, shoulders brushing. Mack stopped in front of a four-story brownstone. Snow covered the stoop and railing. “This is it.” He smiled nervously at Vincent.
“What floor?” Vincent leaned close to Mack. “I can’t wait to get warm.”
Mack took a step towards the stoop. “The top!”
“I assumed you were.” Vincent smiled and Mack’s blush was visible even in the snowy night.
Mack walked ahead of Vincent up the stairs and into the apartment. The heat was classic New York in winter, easily 80 degrees inside. Vincent closed the door and Mack pulled him against himself. The kiss was fierce. Mack pinned Vincent against the closed door, devouring his mouth. His tongue pushed against Vincent’s. Vincent pushed his hips against Mack, bumping rapidly growing erections. Mack stopped kissing, still keeping Vincent pinned in place with hands and hips. “Bedroom would be better.”
He let Vincent go.
Vincent reached out and slowly undid the buttons of Mack’s coat, unwrapped his scarf, pulled his hat off. He dropped his hands to Mack’s waist and started un-tucking Mack’s t-shirt. Mack raised his arms and Vincent lifted his sweater and t-shit over his head. Mack’s body looked as good as it had felt. Rosy nipples hid in the fur on his hard pecs; the hair continued down as Mack’s torso tapered to a flat stomach and narrow waist. No wash-board abs, just flat and hard, with the hair disappearing into his jeans. He looked Mack in the eyes. “I think we should leave our wet clothes here.” He removed his own outerwear and bent to remove his boots and socks. Mack followed his lead. When both men stood again, Vincent hooked his hand in Mack’s jeans and unbuttoned the fly. He slid his hands over Mack’s hips, inside his jeans. He moved his hands and Mack’s baggy jeans slid down his legs. Mack shook his legs and stepped out of them. He stood before Vincent in his tight long under wear, his erection clearly outlined in the white cotton. When Vincent reached for Mack’s underwear, Mack stopped his hands.
“My turn.” He smiled as he unbuttoned Vincent’s shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. Mack gathered the bottom of Vincent’s t-shirt in his hands and dragged his thumbs up Vincent’s smooth body as he pulled the shirt off. Vincent kept his arms raised as Mack slid his hands slowly down Vincent’s hard, lean body to his waist. He shivered as Mack’s touch raised goose bumps.
When Mack’s finger started on his button fly he whispered, “I’m not wearing underwear.”
Mack’s eyes flicked to Vincent’s, “Good.” He finished the buttons and pushed Vincent’s jeans down to his knees. Vincent’s erection bounced as it was released from the tight jeans. Mack traced Vincent’s bellybutton with his forefinger then followed the perfectly straight line of hair down to where it flared around the base of Vincent’s cock. He resisted the temptation to touch and ran both hands down Vincent’s thighs, bending to push Vincent’s jeans to the floor. Vincent shook his legs and stepped out of them. Mack stepped back from Vincent and peeled his own underwear off. Vincent’s eyes followed the sway of the thick erection pointing at him.
Vincent stepped to Mack and wrapped his arms around the taller man, pressing his hips forward. “Now I think its bedroom time.” He nibbled Mack’s earlobe.
Mack led the way quickly through the dark apartment. In the bedroom, the curtains were open, bathing the room in snowy reflected light. Vincent kissed Mack and pushed him back onto the bed.
Vincent slid his hands up over his chest, rubbing slow circles over his taut nipples. He moved closer to the bed, stopping to pinch his nipples. Mack reached out as his cock twitched on his stomach. “Not yet,” Vincent whispered, just out of reach. Mack stared open mouthed as Vincent resumed his nipple play, slow circles followed by pinches sharp enough to release a gasp. At Mack’s side, he slid his hands up Mack’s legs. Damn, he thought. This is going to be fun.
As Mack watched, Vincent leaned down to bite his thigh, then up a little to his hip, then a swirl of tongue around his belly button. Vincent’s chest pressed against Mack’s hardness. A wet tongue trail rolled over to the other hip, into the crease at the inside top of Mack’s leg. Vincent paused, looked Mack in the eye with a Cheshire Cat grin. Then, in one quick move, he swallowed Mack to his the throbbing base. A hot, tight-lipped pull up, tongue circling his head, flicking over the ever-sensitive spot underneath, then back down. Vincent’s hands slid up Mack’s chest, finding his nipples as hard as his own. Another trip up and down his cock and he pinched Mack’s nipples. Pain. Just enough to cut through the hot pleasure his mouth continued to inflict upon Mack’s quivering cock. Mack’s breathing was getting ragged. Vincent backed off.
“Not yet,” Vincent said. He stretched out on top of Mack. Mack slid his hands down Vincent’s back until he could squeeze Vincent’s hard ass. His rough hands pulled the smooth cheeks apart and one finger slowly circled Vincent’s hole. Vincent squirmed, nipples scratching over Mack’s hairy chest.
Vincent wiggled away from Mack’s finger and moved down, attacking his nipple. His lips pressed against the hard nubs. His teeth followed, making a slow meal of Mack’s chest. Vincent ground his hips against Mack. Vincent’s seeking mouth found his ear. “You want to be inside me.” It wasn’t a question. Mack reached towards his nightstand, fumbled around and grabbed a tube of lube. Vincent took it, poured it into his palm then reached back and stroked the lube over Mack’s throbbing cock. Mack gritted his teeth as Vincent circled is head with his thumb. Vincent tossed the bottle, spread the remainder of the lube over his ass and leaned back, made unflinching eye contact and took Mack inside of his tight ass. Mack moaned as hot tight velvet steel fire slid down his cock. Vincent’s hands on his shoulders pinned him to the bed. All he could do was caress Vincent’s thighs as he rocked his hips slowly up and down.
“Nipples,” Vincent whispered, barley enough breath left to make sound, Mack’s thickness stretching his ass. Mack obeyed, feeling the hard planes of Vincent’s chest, gently pinching his nipples. Vincent sighed, clenching muscles inside that fiery sheath and pinched Mack’s nipples in return. Mack cried out. “Like that,” and Mack obeyed. Mack pinched, twisted and pulled his hard nipples until Vincent began slamming his ass down on him. He watched Vincent’s face flush with the beginning of his climax as every muscle inside his tight ass squeezed his cock. Vincent moved one hand down to his own pulsing cock and started pounding in time to his hip thrusts. His body no longer pinned by Vincent’s hands, Mack shifted and grabbed Vincent’s hips in a vice-like grip. His cock rammed up to meet Vincent’s ass for thrust after body shaking thrust. He couldn’t see, hear, breath. There was only Vincent, his hot ass enveloping his cock. Vincent’s eyes and grin widened, his breathing stopped. He shot hot, thick cum across Mack’s stomach and chest. His ass clamped even tighter on Mack’s cock. And that was all Mack needed. With one final slam he held Vincent’s hips down, pumping jets of cum into his quivering ass.
Still impaled on Mack’s cock, Vincent leaned forward and gently laid his lips against Mack’s, both men open-mouthed panting. “Wow.”
Mack smiled against Vincent’s lips. “Yeah.”
Vincent slowly dismounted, legs shaking, his breath coming in gasps. He stretched out next to Mack and ran his fingers through Mack’s sticky body hair.
Mack turned his head, kissed Vincent’s forehead. “I hope you planned on spending the night.”
“After that, I couldn’t walk across the room, let alone down those stairs.” They laughed softly.
“Good.” Mack shifted pillows and blankets and curled around Vincent. “See you in the morning.”