The O'Brien Way by Carol Lynne

with Moby’s mom in the kitchen, they tried to be more discreet about playing at work.
    Moby followed Sean across the bar and into the restroom. As soon as he was in the dimly lit room, Moby hung the closed sign on the outside of the door and locked it. Before he was able to turn around, Sean had him pressed against the door.
    Sean’s hands fumbled under the half-apron Moby had started wearing and began to unzip his jeans. “What did Guy say to you?”
    With his jeans around his ankles, Moby spread his legs as far apart as possible and stuck his ass out. “That he wanted me when you were finished,” he confessed. Although he wasn’t used to a jealous lover, Moby was quickly becoming addicted to it. He loved that Sean felt the need to remind him constantly whom he belonged to.
    “Stay right there,” Sean ordered with a nip to the back of Moby’s neck.
    Moby heard Sean feeding money into the small vending machine attached to the wall and reached down to wrap his hands around his cock. “You’d better hurry. We’re busier than usual tonight.”
    Sean grunted as his lubed finger started slicking Moby’s hole . “They can all get the fuck out as far as I’m concerned. I don’t like the thought of you being propositioned right under my nose.”
    With the amount of fucking they’d done recently, it took no time to get Moby stretched and ready to receive Sean’s sheathed cock. “I’m yours, remember? No amount of propositioning is gonna persuade me to give up what I’ve got.”
    Sean’s cock entered Moby in one smooth thrust. “Mine,” Sean reiterated. “Always.”
    “Yeah,” Moby agreed, moving one of Sean’s hands down to his cock. Hearing Sean say those two words sent Moby’s lust into overdrive. He turned his head around as much as possible. “Mark me as yours,” he demanded.
    With a feral look in his eyes and the hard snapping of his hips as he pumped in and out of Moby’s ass, Sean latched on to Moby’s neck.
    Moby groaned when he felt the blood rising to the skin. “Bite me.”
    When Sean’s teeth sank into his flesh, Moby came. They never bit each other hard enough to draw blood, and never above their shirt collars, but Moby wanted everyone in the pub to know that he belonged to Sean.
    Sean released his hold on Moby’s neck and hummed against the sensitive bite mark. “You sexy motherfucker,” he crooned, pounding harder into Moby’s ass.
    Moby lifted Sean’s cum covered hand and began to lick it clean. “You want some?” he asked over his shoulder.
    Sean pulled his hand from Moby’s grasp and ran it through the short thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding Moby’s cock. With more of Moby’s cum gathered on his fingers, Sean slowly shoved them into his mouth. A few moments after the taste of Moby’s climax hit his tongue, Sean’s body jerked with his own orgasm.
    Moby still hoped there would come a time when he could feel Sean’s seed filling him instead of a rubber. They’d only discussed it a few times and each time decided to see how things went between them before taking the steps needed to bareback.
    When Sean stumbled backwards to remove the condom, Moby turned around to face his lover. He could see his own reflection in the mirror beside Sean and touched the deep hickey on the side of his neck. With his short hair, there was no way anyone would be able to miss it.
    “Sorry about that,” Sean apologised, tossing the tied condom into the trash.
    “I like it.” The more Moby rubbed the bruise, the more excited he became. With his jeans still around his ankles, and his hair sticking up, he looked like he’d been truly good and fucked. “As a matter-of-fact, I think a matching one on the other side would be nice.”
    Sean chuckled and wet a paper towel. He stared into Moby’s eyes as he began gently cleaning Moby’s ass. “Maybe later. I don’t want anyone out there to think I’ve been beating the shit out of you.”
    “Do you really care what anyone else thinks