“Uh, yeah. I demand you fuck me.”
Rake responded by taking himself in hand and tapping the tip of his cock against DJ’s hole. DJ tried to bear down, but Rake pulled his cock away.
“Not until you’re desperate,” Rake said in a low voice.
“What part of me grinding myself down on your dickmakes you think I’m not desperate?”
“The part where you’re telling, not begging.”
“Rake,” DJ whined as he thrust his hips forward.
“Beg.”
“Please, please fuck me,” DJ said.
Rake just laughed. “That was uninspired, and you know it.”
“You told me to beg! Not to spout poetry!” DJ complained.
Rake teased him with his cock a few more times, as if DJ hadn’t even spoken. Undeterred, DJ reached over to their side table for the lube which Rake had conveniently placed within reach. If Rake wouldn’t fuck him, then DJ’d have to take matters into his own hands. He jutted his chin as he slicked up two of his fingers before reaching down towards his hole.
Rake grabbed DJ’s wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “I want to do that,” he said. However, instead of using his own fingers as DJ expected, Rake kept hold of DJ’s hand. Rake’s other hand grabbed for a pillow, shoving it under DJ to prop him up for a better angle.
“They may be your fingers, but I’m the one putting them where I want them to go,” Rake said as he manoeuvred DJ’s hand so that his digits pressed against his opening. Rake pushed DJ’s own fingers into his hole, both at once. DJ groaned at the satisfying burn. The pressure was just right, his cock twitching where it rested on his belly.
Rake moved DJ’s fingers in and out of his hole. A delicious sensation; having his own fingers inside of him, but with no real control over the movement.
“Do three,” Rake urged.
DJ added another finger for Rake to use. They moved faster now, but DJ was used to bottoming. He spread hislegs as far as they would go, craving something bigger. “Sir, I’m ready.”
Rake looked down at him, a glint in his eye. “Sweetheart, I told you what you needed to do to get me to fuck you.”
DJ moaned in frustration. “Please, Sir, give me your cocknow. I want to feel it inside of me. Ineedit.” He tried to shuffle downwards to impale himself further on his own fingers, but Rake stopped him.
“Hmm. Better,” Rake said, and then leaned over and kissed him on the lips, hard and fast. He stretched over to the bedside table and picked up a condom.
DJ frowned at the foil packet. “Why?” They went bare unless they’d played with anyone else and had to wait on test results. They hadn’t been with anyone else for a while now, apart from Shaun. And Shaun didn’t count as one of those someones. He had his own category, one which DJ hoped he’d inhabit again once they got him back.
Rake started putting the condom on as he spoke. “You know you’ll have to go for another shower after this. If we go bare, it’s gonna take too long. Hold under your knees for me.”
DJ huffed, but did as Rake said. He knew deep down that Rake spoke sense, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it.
The second that Rake had the condom on, he lined himself up and sank inside. DJ threw his head back on the pillow as sensations washed over him. In deference to their neighbours through the wall, he bit his lip to stifle his noises.
Rake stilled once he was fully seated, chest heaving with exertion. “God, you’re still as tight as the first day I fucked you,” he said on a breath. DJ responded by clenching around him, and Rake reached down to hold the base of his cock,face contorting. “Give me a second, sweetheart.”
A fair few seconds passed before Rake started rocking himself backwards and forwards. He slowly built up speed, leaving DJ panting. When Rake pushed down on DJ’s bent legs, it gave him the leverage to slam in harder.
Rake gazed down at DJ with such intense devotion that DJ almost wanted to look away. Instead, he grasped Rake’s neck, pulling him down to get at his mouth. They kissed sloppily as Rake fucked into him, both only stopping to gasp for air before starting up again. When Rake slid over his prostate, DJ moaned right into Rake’s mouth.
DJ reached out across the bed, hand finding nothing but the cold sheets. It was like he’d expected to find something there. Someone. The absence of Shaun struck him like a smack to the face.
“Sweetheart, you still with me?” Rake asked, stilling.
DJ focused back on Rake. “Yeah, I’m with you.”
“You looked like you’d gone somewhere far away,” Rake said, rubbing a finger against DJ’s temple.
