Javier rose up, gripping both of Bowie’s hips. “Something like this?” he asked before closing his mouth over Bowie’s cock, drawing him into the back of his throat. Bowie couldn’t help the way his hips arched upwards, forcing himself deeper, but Javier clearly liked it. He swallowed, his throat convulsing around Bowie’s dick in a way that made his eyes cross.
“Yeah. Oh, God. Just like that,” Bowie gasped, his hand once more threading in Javier’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked in and out of the tight heat and suction of his mouth. When he pulled off, his eyes were wet, his lips slick with saliva. Bowie had never seen anything hotter in his whole fucking life.
He slid up Bowie’s body, fastening their mouths together in a dirty kiss before he said, “Fuck me, angel?”
Bowie’s cock oozed pre-cum at the casual invitation. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Do you want to?” Javier examined Bowie’s face like he thought Bowie might lie.
Bowie bit his lip before nodding. “Yeah. I don’t know how long I’ll last, though.”
Javier smiled. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll definitely get mine.”
“Okay.”
Bowie gently nudged Javier until he rolled onto his belly. Bowie took his time, running his hands along his inked back, reveling in the velvet feel of his skin pulled taut over all that muscle. He was so beautiful. His body was art.
Javier was all his, laid out before him like a buffet and Bowie was starving. He trailed biting kisses along Javier’s spine before tugging his hips slightly upward, spreading him open and giving Javier the same attention he’d given Bowie. “Christ, angel.”
Bowie smiled but kept on task. Javier smelled clean, tasted like soap as he teased his tongue against Javier’s hole once, twice, before burying his face between his cheeks, holding him still so he could massage his tongue against his entrance, forcing the muscle to relax so he could slip his tongue inside. Javier was swearing a blue streak, his words muffled in the pillow as Bowie bit and licked and probed with his tongue.
Bowie sat up as something thudded heavily against his thigh. He looked down to see a bottle of lube and a condom. He grinned, shaking his head. “So impatient. All this time, I thought you were a top, but you’re really a power bottom,” Bowie teased.
He took the lube, coating his fingers, smearing it across Javier’s entrance, before gently pressing two fingers inside, making it only to the second knuckle before pulling free and trying again.
“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” Bowie muttered without thought.
Javier sank back. Bowie could only watch as his fingers disappeared, Javier’s body sucking him deeper until he had Bowie just where he needed him, pressing against that tiny bundle of nerves.
“I could come just watching you fuck yourself on my fingers,” Bowie admitted.
Javier looked back over his shoulder, pupils blown. “I’d rather you come buried inside me.”
Bowie’s heart tripped in his chest, and he nodded like a bobble-head as he said, “I-I can do that.”
His hands shook as he rolled on the condom. He hadn’t done this in so long. He hadn’t done anything in what felt like forever. But specifically this, being inside another person, and he’d never done it with anybody he actually cared about. Ever.
He placed his hand on Javier’s hip, as much to steady himself as Javier, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance, feeling the muscle give way slowly, letting himself enjoy the tight grip of his body before pulling out and sliding back in, slipping deeper with each roll of his hips, blanketing his body over Javier and letting momentum take them both down until they were flush on the mattress. “Oh, God. You feel so fucking good,” Bowie breathed against his ear, trying to keep himself from coming right then and there.
“You too, angel. Fuck me,” Javier begged, voice rough as he pushed up against every downward thrust, both of them wanting more.
Bowie sat up just enough to plant a hand against Javier’s shoulder blade, his other hand sliding along his forearm to lace their fingers together as he straddled him, pulling almost all the way out before corkscrewing his hips as he drove back in, his balls tightening at Javier’s gasp.
That was all Bowie needed to hear. He wanted this to be so good for Javier. And Bowie was a dancer after all; finding a rhythm that made them both feel good was easy. He forced Javier’s thighs apart, giving himself traction to pick up speed, roll his hips, chase every groan that fell from Javier’s lips until Bowie was so close to coming he had no choice but to warn Javier. “Oh, fuck. I’m so close.”
Bowie didn’t break stride as Javier rose up enough to get his hand between himself and the mattress. Javier’s breath left his body in pants that Bowie drove from his lungs with every sharp snap of his hips. Just knowing Javier was stroking himself in time with Bowie had pleasure tightening in his belly like a coil. He bit down on the back of Javier’s neck, buried his hand in his hair to yank his head to the side so he could place biting kisses along his neck. “I wanna feel you come with me inside you,” he pleaded against his ear.
Javier cried out before burying his head in the pillow once more, and warmth pooled in Bowie’s stomach as Javier’s hole spasmed around Bowie’s still thrusting cock. That was it, the feel of Javier coming was enough to push Bowie over the edge. He spilled inside the condom before collapsing on top of Javier, both of them breathing hard.
Bowie dropped a kiss between Javier’s shoulder blades before easing off of him, holding the condom as he slipped free. He disposed of it in the trash beside the bed and then dropped down beside him. Javier still had half his face buried in the pillow, but he was smiling at Bowie. “Hey, angel.”
“Hi,” Bowie said, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face.
“You’re really fucking good at that.”
Bowie flushed to the tips of his ears. “You make it really easy.”
“Nah, you’re sexy as hell. You know that, right?”
