Harrison sat on the bed, dragging Jett with him. He hadn’t realized Harrison was still hard until the tip of his cock bumped something deep inside him.
“How—”
“I don’t fucking know,” Harrison muttered, sounding angry with himself. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me. It’s never been like this with anyone, just you—”
The words made every part of him feel tingly and floaty. Jett had no words to describe how much he loved being the only one who’d had this effect on Harrison. It was the same for him too, but Harrison fucking Killinger was saying he was…bewitched by him.
“We don’t have to go again,” said Harrison, wrapping his arms around Jett and holding him close. “I just wanted to be with you like this for a little while longer. I love you.”
This man. This. Fucking. Man.
He was going to belimpingon the ice tomorrow.
“Put me on my back,” Jett told him. “I want you to fuck me slow and deep.”
Harrison tensed. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Jett bumped his head under Harrison’s chin. “I love you too.”
Harrison kissed his head. He was gentle when he repositioned them on the bed, Jett’s head resting on the pillows, and his shaky legs hooked around the back of Harrison’s thighs.
When he pushed inside him again, the pain of overstimulation made him hiss, but Harrison had added plenty of lube to ease the glide. Between that and Harrison’s cum leaking out of him, he was able to fall into the space of buzzing pleasure that overtook any discomfort.
Harrison knew his body. He knew what angle he needed to use to make Jett’s toes curl, and he knew where to put his mouth on his body to keep him suspended in pleasure.
Harrison sucked and played with his nipples, his weight pinning Jett to the bed as his cock filled him to the point of taking his breath away. Hiships moved slowly, more focused on driving himself as deeply as he could reach rather than fucking Jett until he was stupid.
Jett wasn’t even hard when he came again, but it was so intense that his vision went spotty. Harrison was moaning around his nipple, enjoying the sudden tightness around his cock as Jett’s orgasm continued to roll over him.
He wasn’t sure if it was going to stop—every time Harrison hit his prostate, it started the process all over again.
Harrison released his abused nipple and dropped his head onto Jett’s chest, groaning loudly. “How are you still so fuckingtight? It feels so good, Jett—so fucking good, baby.”
Jett whimpered and held. His cock was hard again, leaking between them to create the perfect amount of friction.
“I’m gonna come,” Harrison muttered, sounding delirious.
Jett was too exhausted to speak. He pushed Harrison off his chest, making him kneel on the bed with Jett in his lap, and the new position was exactly what they both needed.
Harrison kept the pace slow because he didn’t need to go any faster to get them there. He took Jett’s cock in his hand and stroked it in time with his thrusts, grinning when Jett damn-near wailed from mind-shattering pleasure.
The look Harrison was giving him was too intense. Jett covered his eyes with his arms, but Harrison yanked them out of the way.
“Don’t.”
He was suddenly coming again, and Harrison devoured his moan with a kiss and fucked him through it. He had to tear his mouth away to breathe, so Harrison pressed his face into Jett’s throat and moaned as he finished inside him for the second time, lips touching every place they could reach.
“So good,” Jett heard himself say, his voice shaky from exhaustion. “So good, Harrison. I love you.”
Harrison pressed one more kiss to his Adam’s apple. “I love you too, Jett. Holy fuck.”
Holy fuck was an understatement. Jett was pretty sure he had almost died.
“I don’t want to know the state of that Window,” said Jett. “If it looks anything like me right now—”
“Let me worry about the fucking window,” said Harrison. “I’m going to get you cleaned up and run us a bath, so don’t fucking move.”
Jett wiggled his fingers in a wave, eyes closing so he could take a minute to rest. He only needed a minute. Just a little minute—
