He’d never considered sex intimate, more a simple exchange. It was about need. Get off and get out, hope nobody recognized his face. Even with Linc, it was only temporary, they were only temporary. But it didn’t feel temporary. Linc’s whole body covered him with this perfect pressure. They fit together like puzzle pieces, two halves of the same whole somehow just existing in each other’s space, the only sound the quiet huffs of their breathing and their lips meeting and parting again and again. It felt intimate and real… it felt like forever.
Soft kisses grew urgent. Wyatt’s heart beat faster, his breath coming in ragged pants, his cock fully back on board with the pain of Linc’s invasion now just a dull ache. He shifted his hips, sucking in a sharp breath.
“You okay?”
Wyatt paused, considering the question, rocking his hips forward just slightly to test his body. “Yeah, I think so. Can… can we try again?”
Linc’s breath rushed out through his nose. “Yeah, most definitely.”
Linc sat back on his knees, his cock slipping free of Wyatt.
Wyatt panicked. “What are you doing?”
Linc leaned forward, smacking a kiss on Wyatt’s open mouth. “Trust me.”
He reached for the lube, reapplying it to the condom and smearing it across Wyatt’s hole once more before the blunt pressure was back. His heartbeat skipped as Linc pressed inside, his hands reaching out to grip Linc’s shoulders. “Linc.” He hated the panic in his voice.
“Listen, we can stop anytime you want, just say the word; otherwise, just focus on me.” Linc brushed his lips across his forehead. “On this. It’s just you and me.”
Wyatt had the overwhelming urge to cry. He stuffed it down. Linc looked at Wyatt like he wasn’t broken. He took care of him, made sure he ate, made sure he drank enough water, watched over him. It was why Wyatt had chosen him, why Wyatt trusted only him. It was why he was pretty sure he was in love with him. Just a bit.
Linc pressed forward. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, his jaw clenched.
Did it hurt? It stung a bit, but in a good way. Mostly, he just felt full, overwhelmed… wanted. Having Linc buried inside him made any pain worth it. He’d spent days wanting this, wanting Linc to fill him up, possess him in every way, use his body for his own pleasure. He’d needed to be Linc’s in every way and now he was. “No. I’m good… it’s good. Don’t stop.”
Linc rolled his hips once and then a second time before he stopped again, dropping his head to Wyatt’s shoulder, his back rising and falling with heavy breaths, his limbs quaking just a bit. It was probably adrenaline, but Wyatt hoped maybe it was just a little overwhelming for Linc too.
As the seconds ticked by, Wyatt rubbed his cheek against Linc’s, reveling in the burn of Linc’s stubble against his skin. “I’m good, you can move now.”
Linc made a gruff noise. “Oh, I’m not lying here for you. Do you have any idea how good you feel?” He shifted his hips and Wyatt moaned. “You’re so hot and tight and perfect. Fuck, your body is just… I just… I just need a minute.”
The weight on Wyatt’s chest lifted and the sudden lightness made him almost dizzy. Linc was close to losing it. Wyatt had done that. “It's okay if it doesn’t last long,” he reassured him. “I’m probably already going to feel like you took a battering ram to my ass tomorrow as it is.”
“That’s romantic,” Linc said around a soft laugh. He pulled back enough to look Wyatt in the eye. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’ve never been better. I promise.” When Linc looked unsure, Wyatt pulled out the only weapon in his arsenal. He gave Linc his best pout. “Fuck me, Daddy. I need it.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Christ. You don’t fight fair, kid.” He threaded his fingers in Wyatt’s hair, their mouths meeting as he rocked into Wyatt. With each thrust, his body relaxed a little more, opening for Linc, and soon Wyatt’s hands were fisting in the sheets, his hips driving up to meet Linc. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how deep Linc went, it just wasn’t enough. He needed more.
Linc shifted above him, pushing Wyatt’s knees higher. On the next thrust, bursts of lightning shot along his spine. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Do that again,” he begged.
“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Linc growled. “You want more?”
Linc’s words had Wyatt’s cock throbbing. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
Linc sat back on his knees, dragging Wyatt’s hips closer, practically folding him in half before fucking into him once more. Wyatt’s brain fell offline. He couldn’t think, couldn’t form a complete sentence. Each time Linc found Wyatt’s prostate it dragged animalistic sounds from him until his cock leaked with every thrust. “Daddy, I need… more. I want more.”
Wyatt wasn’t sure what more he wanted. He didn’t know what to ask for, but Linc clearly did. He slung his hips faster, driving impossibly deeper, hitting Wyatt just right. Wyatt felt like he was hurtling toward a cliff.
Wyatt sobbed when Linc’s hand finally closed around his neglected cock. “Yes, please. Please.”
Linc’s grip was tight, his only lube Wyatt’s own fluids. It was just this side of painful as Linc’s strokes kept time with his thrusts. It was so much, too much, but not enough. The fullness in his ass, and Linc’s unforgiving pace as he worked his cock, made him feel close. So close. “Can I come, Daddy? Please… Oh, God. I’m gonna… please say it’s okay. Please say it's okay.”
Linc growled low. “Come for me.”
Light exploded behind Wyatt’s eyes as pleasure flung him over the edge, and he came hard, painting his abs and chest with his release.
Linc drove into Wyatt once more, his body going rigid as he came with a guttural shout.He dropped his head to Wyatt’s shoulder, his body shivering through the aftershocks.
