Michael was watching his dick slip in and out of his husband’s ass, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
No.
His man spread and waiting for cum was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Clearly.
With one last slam into his ass, Michael exploded, unloading his balls in the man’s ass.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, as he came so hard.
Graham didn’t even fight the need to cum. Michael had hit him in that one spot, and it shoved him over the edge. Cum exploded from him, and wet the bedding beneath him.
He moaned in relief.
Only, it was short lived.
Michael saw he came, and pulled his arms from the belts, and put him over his knee.
He did as he promised.
He reddened his ass.
The whole time, Graham fought.
Oh, not to make it stop, but not to cum all over again. The stinging to his cheeks was enough to turn him back on and make him a whore for this man, and only this man.
“I see cum leaking from your ass, Graham. What did I warn you about? First you cum without permission, and now you let my cum slip out?”
Graham was moaning as the bigger man’s hand punished his ass.
“Tell me what I should do to you to punish you?” he asked.
Graham couldn’t think.
The words were a jumble, lost in the pleasure. When the man kept landing blow after blow, he knew what he wanted.
“Take me to bed and make love to me,” he whispered, praying for control.
The second he heard it, Michael stopped. He heard the change in his voice, and knew what the man had asked was a legitimate need.
And he was here for it.
Rolling him off of his lap, he picked him up in his arms and carried him to the center of the big bed. That’s when he put him down, and made love to his mouth.
With his bigger body over his. Michael kissed his husband with love and tenderness.
It was just like years ago.
That switch would go on and off, and he never, ever missed a cue.
Graham wrapped his arms around his neck and fell into that kiss.
“My only,” he whispered into the kiss.
When Graham wrapped his legs around his thighs, Michael slid into him.
Slowly.
