Derek pushed open the door to their apartment, his police uniform still crisp despite the long shift, badge glinting under the hallway light. Alex looked up from the couch, a smirk playing on his lips. "Home already, Officer? I thought you'd be out busting bad guys till midnight." Derek chuckled, tossing his keys on the table. "And miss my favorite smartass waiting up? Not a chance. You look like you've been plotting trouble again."
Alex stood, crossing the room with deliberate steps, his eyes tracing the outline of Derek's holster. "Trouble? Me? You're the one in that uniform, making it impossible to think straight. That belt alone could start a riot." Derek raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed. "Jealous of the authority, or just horny for the authority figure?" Their banter sparked like flint on steel, tension coiling tight in the air as Alex reached out to straighten Derek's tie, fingers lingering.
"Authority figure? Please. I married you for the handcuffs, not the lectures," Alex shot back, voice low and teasing. Derek's hand caught his wrist, pulling him in. "Keep talking like that and I'll show you what these cuffs can do. But first, tell me why you're really eyeing my ass in these pants." Alex laughed, sharp and bright, pressing forward. "Because it's a damn fine view after a day of paperwork. Now shut up and kiss me before I arrest you for neglect."
The kiss ignited everything, tongues clashing with familiar hunger. Derek shed his jacket, revealing the tight undershirt clinging to his muscled frame, while Alex's hands roamed lower, palming the growing hardness in Derek's trousers. "Fuck, you're already hard," Alex murmured against his lips. "Been thinking about this all day?" Derek panted, grinding against him. "You have no idea. This cock's been throbbing since roll call, imagining your mouth on it."
They stumbled to the bedroom, clothes peeling away in a trail. Derek's cock sprang free, thick and veined, as Alex dropped to his knees. "Look at you, dripping already," Alex said, licking the tip teasingly. He took Derek into his mouth for a slow blowjob, tongue swirling, sucking with wet sounds that filled the room. Derek groaned, hands in Alex's hair. "That's it, take it deeper. You're so good at this, making me pant like a rookie."
Alex pulled back, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Your turn to work for it, husband." He pushed Derek onto the bed, straddling him, their bodies sweating in the heat. Derek's fingers explored Alex's ass, slicking him with lube as they kissed fiercely. "You're so wet for me," Derek whispered. "Horny bastard." Alex sank down onto Derek's hard cock, riding him with powerful thrusts, their moans mingling. "Deeper, damn it. Make me feel that uniform authority."
The pace built, bodies slapping together, cum building as they switched positions. Derek took Alex from behind, pounding into his ass while Alex stroked himself. "I'm gonna come," Alex warned, voice ragged. Derek reached around, gripping him. "Do it. Come for me." They climaxed together, cum spilling hot and messy across sheets and skin, panting and spent yet grinning.
Collapsing in a tangle, Derek traced Alex's jaw. "Round one down, but this shift's just starting." Alex winked, already stirring. "Good, because I'm not done wearing you out."
The night promised more than just one encounter, with shadows of future desires lurking in their shared glances.
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