“Stop staring,” he said in a hissing whisper.
“It’s not my fault you’re sexy everywhere,” Lake murmured as he settled between his legs.
He bit back a groan as his cock met the mattress, rutting his hips just for the delicious pulse of friction. He needed to fuck him soon or he was going to go crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to rush. He knew when it was over, the spell would be broken and his Miles would shove him out the door.
But he didn’t want to think about that. Not when he had him all laid out before him. When he spread him open once more, heheard Miles muffled whine, like he was embarrassed. He had no reason to be. He was perfection.
Lake didn’t hesitate, the broad sweep of his tongue going from his balls to his rim, earning a strangled whimper from the boy beneath him. He twisted beneath him restlessly, but Lake held firm, lapping at him like he was a dessert to be savored. He could feel the way his thighs twitched and his body jolted every time he made contact and it had Lake leaking into the sheets below, his own hips shifting desperately.
Still, he took his time, enjoying every desperate wail his tongue pulled from him. He would tease and lick at the tight ring of muscle until the boy was all but babbling beneath him, then press his thumb to the puffy skin as he sucked bruises into his thighs. He wasn’t sure how many times he repeated the cycle, but by the time he slid back up to kiss between Miles’s shoulder blades, the boy’s pillow was wet with tears and drool and his voice was harsh from saying please what seemed like a thousand times.
“Lube? Condoms?” he asked against his skin.
“Drawer,” Miles managed, before hiding his face.
Lake retrieved the bottle, tugging a foil packet from the—unopened—box of condoms. The snap of the cap could barely be heard over their panting breaths. He coated his fingers, then teased his fingers back between his cheeks. He massaged over the delicate skin there before sinking a finger inside, biting back a groan as the tight heat surrounded him. Miles made another throaty sound, pressing back onto Lake’s finger.
“I can take another,” he said. “Hurry up.”
Lake shook his head but did as he asked, pulling out before pressing back in with two, latching his mouth to the side of his neck while he worked them in and out, trying not to imagine what it would feel like when it was his throbbing cock, now trapped between their bodies. Miles didn’t seem like he wasfaring any better, fucking himself with Lake’s thick digits, sexy little sounds escaping with every roll of his hips.
When Lake went to add a third, Miles shot a glare over his shoulder. “It only has to fit your dick, not a tractor trailer. Just fuck me already. Damn.”
Lake couldn’t hold back his laugh as he slipped his fingers free, wiping them on the mattress. “You want to turn over?”
He got a sharp shake of his head. “No, like this…please,” he added quietly, sounding almost as wrecked as Lake felt.
He sat back between Miles’ open legs, rolling on the condom and coating it with lube. When the boy tried to get up on his knees, Lake pressed a hand into his lower back, applying pressure until he was flush with the mattress.
He blanketed his back, hovering slightly as he teased the head of his cock over his hole, biting his lip as he tried to keep from coming on the spot.
Miles made an impatient noise. “Stop messing arou?—”
His sentence died with a desperate whine as Lake pressed inside, not stopping until he was fully buried. He pressed his face into Miles’ neck, trying to get a grip on himself. The other boy was so hot and tight around him that he was almost positive he was going to come in three seconds. He’d never felt this on edge before.
He rested his full weight on him, pressing drinking in the scent of him, the warmth of his body beneath him. He kissed the back of his neck softly, running his hands along his arms, then threading their fingers together. He waited for him to protest, but he just tilted his head, letting Lake bury his lips against the shell of his ear.
When Lake rolled his hips, they both moaned. He felt like heaven. It was easy to get lost in him, his scent, his heat, his sharp breaths and tiny whines. Lake kept his pace even, measured, hyper-aware of every sound Miles made. At leastthat was his intention. He wasn’t sure when he started to speed up, when he lost himself to the tight heat of the boy beneath him. They were both slippery with perspiration, fingers white-knuckled together as Lake fucked into him harder, faster, desperate to get as deep as he could.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miles panted, sounding somewhere between a sob and a prayer. “I need you to touch me.”
Lake felt a little crazed, high on the boy beneath him and the smell of sex and sweat clinging to their bodies. He couldn’t get enough of the sound of their skin meeting, their panting breaths, Miles choked off sobs and Lake’s whispered praises.
He mouthed at his throat, bit at his earlobe, letting Miles hear every harsh breath that escaped each time he drove into him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, it was such an underwhelming statement compared to what he was feeling that he almost wanted to take it back. Almost.
“You, too,” Miles slurred, gripping Lake’s fingers like a life-line. “Please, touch me,” he said again.
This time, Lake listened, shifting their positions until Miles was almost on his side, one leg raised enough for Lake to reach between his legs and wrap a hand around his straining cock. The second his fist closed around the boy, he sobbed, fucking into Lake’s hand, seemingly too far gone to care about being embarrassed.
Lake tangled his freehand in the boy's hair, tugging his head to the side to crash their lips together, not even kissing really, just breathing into each other’s mouths.
Miles came first, crying out against Lake’s lips, as he spilled over his fist, his whole body shaking. The moment his body clenched around him, Lake followed, biting down on the boy’s lower lip, pleasure whiting out everything as he came harder than he ever had in his whole life.
When his brain came back online, he didn’t move. He kept his forehead pressed to Miles’ shoulder, sucking in lungfuls of air. When he stopped shaking, he pulled out as gently as he could, dropping a kiss on his upper arm as he got up to throw out the condom.
When he turned back around, Miles was facing the wall. “You don’t have to leave right this second, but you should go before I wake up.”
