"Right, right, 'cause Mr Mason isn't queer, is he?" Lex mumbled, submitting as Mason pulled him up on top of his legs. "This place is nice, Mase. Much nicer than some abandoned office building in the city, or a little country house completely stripped of everything that once made it someone's home. 'Course this doesn't bother me any. I quite fancy it. I'm happy you brought us here. Forest is just lovely," he added absentmindedly, running his fingers through Mason's hair. He dragged his hands down the length of Mason's neck, settling against his chest. "Lean back, love," he whispered, pressing against his pectorals. "I'm gonna work you out. Get all that nasty aggression out of you, got it?"<br/><br/>He waited for Mason's compliance before continuing, spitting into his palm and rubbing along Mason's length. It was always rough going in, always enough to make Lex wince and whine, but somehow less taxing when he was the one controlling the penetration. He straddled Mason's hips, stroking his companion's cock until it was hot, thick, and throbbing. "Just relax now," he instructed, lifting his hips and centering himself over the tip of Mason's member, slowly easing himself down and hissing with the effort. It hurt every time, and Lex desperately missed the days when lubricant was ready and plentiful, hidden in the drawers of every hotel room he occupied.<br/><br/>Large hands settled themselves on Mason's wide chest, balancing as Lex's tight opening adjusted to the intrusion. He should have been used to it by now, but it never seemed to come easy. When the stinging in his hole had partially subsided, he began to rock his hips, lightly bouncing in Mason's lap. Forest must have been exhausted from his day and (hopefully) wouldn't be waking up again to interrupt them. Lex worried Mason might just explode with frustration if he couldn't finish this time.<br/><br/>"You like that?" Lex asked, searching for approval in Mason's stiff limbs. He couldn't remember when sex had turned into this, a tool to calm and placate instead of something fun. It just had seemed right at first, he and Mason finding comfort in one another when everything around them was ripping at the seams. There was a time when Mason had been kind, and even somewhat charming in his unpolished country boy way. Sometimes when they were alone Lex would detect a hint of affection in his touch diffused into the carnal need. But Mason had wanted a reason to justify protecting someone who couldn't protect himself, and Lex offered up the same thing he had given to his agent, his photographers, the ad companies. His body was all he could ever offer anyone, and Mason took it greedily.<br/><br/>The bed creaked beneath them as Lex increased his pace, closing his eyes as he discovered his pleasure in Mason's body.