The color that blossomed across Andy’s cheeks was delicious—a vibrant shade that spoke of bashfulness and arousal intertwined. Matt relished it, his eyes never straying as they drank in every detail.
The intensity of Matt’s gaze seemed to ignite something within Andy—a fire that demanded action. With a defiant toss of his head, Andy turned on his hands and knees and crawled toward the center of the bed. There was something primal about the movement, something that sent a surge of anticipation through Matt’s veins.
“Let’s just do this now,” Andy said over his shoulder, presenting himself in a way that left little to the imagination. “Fuck me already.”
Matt chuckled softly as he took in the view—Andy’s backside was a vision, round and pert, an invitation that no man could resist. It was cute in its defiance, tempting in its vulnerability.
“You truly are something else, pet,” he murmured. His laughter still rumbled in his chest as he scaled the bed, an explorer on the verge of a thrilling discovery. Leaning forward, Matt’s lips found the twin mounds of Andy’s ass, bestowing upon them kisses that were equal parts reverence and provocation, his lips curling into a smile as he heard the sharp intake of breath above him.
He could feel the tension in Andy’s body, the anticipation mixed with a hint of dread. Matt knew Andy was expecting himto dive right in, to claim him with fierce urgency. But Matt had other plans.
His hands roamed, one sliding between Andy’s legs from the front to grasp his cock, eliciting a sharp gasp. Andy was rock-hard, his body already betraying the conflict in his mind. With his other hand, Matt gently caressed Andy’s hip, his thumb straying dangerously close to the puckered center of his desire.
“Our first time together needs to be savored, don’t you agree, kitten? After all, I intend to enjoy every… single… moment,” Matt purred, his voice a low rumble of amusement, his breath hot against Andy’s skin.
Andy’s body stiffened, a small sound of frustration escaping him. Matt could practically hear the gears turning in Andy’s head, could sense the panic rising.
With a fluid motion, Matt pulled Andy into his arms, maneuvering him onto his lap.
In protest, Andy pushed against Matt’s chest. “Stop,” he demanded. “Just go for my ass already!”
“Patience, sweetheart,” Matt murmured. “We have all night.” He captured Andy’s lips, his mouth demanding entrance with a fervor that left no room for refusal.
Andy’s hands pressed against Matt’s chest again, a futile attempt to push him away, but Matt only deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking and finding Andy’s.
Their mouths fused, tongues dueling in a sensuous battle for dominance. Matt plundered, teased, tasted, and sucked, his lips moving in counterpoint to Andy’s jerky, desperate movements. Matt tasted the fire in Andy, the defiance that only fueled his own desire. He kissed him as if he could devour him, as if their lips were a preview of the true feast that was to come.
Andy squirmed in his lap, his hands pushing at Matt’s shoulders, but the resistance only spurred Matt on. He kissed harder, deeper, his tongue tracing the contours of Andy’s mouth,exploring, dominating. Their breaths mingled in heated pants, their bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm.
Finally, Matt released Andy’s lips, only to trail kisses along his jaw and down his throat. Andy’s pleas, muffled by the onslaught, only heightened Matt’s pleasure. “Stop… this instant… just do it…” Andy managed between Matt’s relentless kisses. “…my ass… already!” he demanded, his voice trembling with frustration.
Matt chuckled against Andy’s lips, a low sound filled with dark amusement. He could see the mix of want and dread in Andy’s eyes—the desire to get it over with clashing with the need for release. But Matt had no intention of rushing this.
Matt chuckled, his lips brushing against Andy’s pulse, his hands roaming over the younger man’s body. “You’re an eager one, aren’t you?” he teased. “But we’re nowhere near finished yet.”
He kissed Andy again, silencing any further protests with the sheer force of his desire. And then, as if unable to resist, Matt reached between them, his hand wrapping around Andy’s throbbing cock. The contact made Andy buck, and his pleasure-filled groan sent a shiver down Matt’s spine.
Matt’s own cock twitched in response, hungry for attention. With a wicked grin, he lined their erections up and began to stroke them together, a sensual symphony of flesh on flesh, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through them. Matt relished the sensation—the way their cocks slid against each other, slick with pre-cum and heat.
Andy squirmed against him, a sound that was part groan and part whimper escaping his lips. The mixture of resistance and surrender in Andy was deliciously addictive. Matt tightened his grip, increasing the pressure and speed.
Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through Matt’s body. The feel of Andy against him, so close yet so untamed, wasdriving him wild. He could feel the tension building within them both—the desperate need for release warring with the desire to prolong the pleasure.
“Ah, fuck,” Andy moaned, his head thrown back, chest heaving.
Matt’s grip tightened around their cocks, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through both of them. Andy bucked against him, a series of guttural groans escaping his throat, his body arching in a sinuous dance of pleasure. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with lust, and Matt couldn’t tear his gaze away. The sight of Andy—so utterly lost in the moment—was intoxicating.
Matt captured his lips once more, devouring him with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as Matt’s hand moved faster and faster. He could taste the salt of their mingled sweat on Andy’s lips, could feel the erratic beat of his heart.
With each stroke, Matt felt Andy’s body tense, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. He could sense the impending release, the way Andy’s muscles quivered with anticipation. With a final, fierce thrust of their hips, Andy came with a hoarse cry, his body shuddering in release.
The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing. Andy’s face contorted in pure bliss, his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted as he rode out the waves of pleasure. His cock pulsed in Matt’s hand, spurting warm jets that coated them both. Matt watched every second, reveling in the erotic display.
Matt slowed his strokes, gently bringing them both down from the heights of their shared climax. He nuzzled Andy’s damp hair, breathing in the scent of their passion.
Andy collapsed against him, spent and trembling. His head rested on Matt’s chest, his breaths coming in shallow pants. Mattkissed his forehead gently, savoring the moment of closeness and feeling a rush of possessiveness.
It took a few moments, but Andy finally stirred, lifting his head to meet Matt’s eyes. There was a new wariness in his expression, as if he were steeling himself for the next assault on his senses. With a voice tinged with exasperation, he asked, “Are you planning on toying with me all night?”
