Gripping him loosely, I pulled him back as he rolled against my cock. I pressed my lips just under his ear, whispering to him in the stillness of the morning. “We don’t have much time. What do you need from me, Pretty Boy?” The hand I’d used to hold him snaked around to his front, wrapping around his straining erection.
His moan almost did me in. It was low and needy; a morning-induced huskiness ripped from his throat. “Fuck, Prince Charming.”
I pumped him lazily, carefully swirling my finger across his tip both to gather some precum and to tease him. “Tell me what you want,” I insisted with a light scraping of my teeth against his neck.
“Please fuck me like this. On my side. I need to feel you again.” Crew’s body bowed towards me, his ass writhing on me.
“You think we have time for that?”
“It won’t take me long. How about you?”
I bit down on my lip, knowing I would be the same. “Grab the lube and a condom. I hope you aren’t too sore from last night.”
Crew stretched across the bed to reach the nightstand table. He flashed me a smirk over his shoulder before returning to his position. “With how gentle you handled me? No, it’d take a lot more than that to get me sore.”
We didn’t waste any time, my prep thorough but quick. I needed to feel him again. I needed to hear him moan my name. I needed to feel his tight hole stretch around me, suffocating my cock until I saw stars.
The moment the head of my dick slowly started to sink into him, Crew turned his face towards me, capturing my lips in a desperate kiss. One of his legs spread to the side, allowing me access to his gorgeous ass.
I ran my hands up and down his sides, roaming my palm over his stomach, down his happy trail, over his throbbing erection. He was slick with precum, a delicious puddle darkening the bedsheet.
My other arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in place against me as I moved us. I could feel when Crew was getting close, his ass clamping down on me as he got closer and closer.
Nothing would ever match up to the sweet, whiny moans coming from Crew’s swollen mouth. His lips were shining with our combined spit, his eyes wide as he punctuated each of my thrusts with a whispered “uhn”that only got louder.
I whispered into his ear, barely loud enough over our harmonized pants and moans. “Can you feel me, Pretty Boy? Can you feel my cock filling you up?”
“Yes.” His reply was a half-bitten moan.
My heart was pounding, my fingertips tingling, my toes damn-near curling with impending ecstasy. My thrusts weren’t forceful, but they were deep. I kept my hold on Crew loose, allowing his body to squirm against me freely.
He let out an adorable squeak as I hit his prostate just right, his lips parting as he gasped. “Oh my god, you’re so deep. Fuck, yes.”
I pressed my smirk against his skin, finding a rhythm with rolls of my hips mixed with deep thrusts that took his breath away. The pattern I set had him grappling for anything to hold onto. His hands came around mine, holding my wrists as his back bowed further into me.
“Feel how much control you have, Crew. I’m not holding you down. I’m not hurting you. Yet here you are, so close to unraveling for me.” I punctuated my words with a particularly harsh push of my hips, my skin meeting his in a resoundingslapthat echoed throughout the room. “I can fuck you deep. I can fuck you hard. I can fuck you fast.” My teeth scraped over his sweat-slickened neck as I moved our combined hands to his cock. “But I don’t have to be rough. I don’t have to be mean. I don’t even have to leave any marks.”
Crew was a moaning, whining mess as I pumped his shaft in time with my thrusts. His eyebrows were pulled together, and his eyelids were closed. I could feel his muscles begin to tense, his ass clenching me harder. He was close.
With only a few more strokes of his dick, Crew’s head pushed against my shoulder as every muscle in his body tensed. His mouth fell open, and his chest caught on an inhale as if he’d momentarily stopped breathing.
I didn’t stop fisting his dick until the last bead of cum dripped from his tip. My stomach began to tense as I let myself chase the pleasure I knew was waiting for me.
Pushing my face into Crew’s exposed neck, I let the tension in my stomach release as my hips stuttered into him. I moaned loud and deep into his skin, inhaling the mixed scents that were embedded into his pores.
It was me, and it was him.
It was us.
Stars danced along my vision, all different, beautiful colors as I pulsed my release into the condom, imagining it was Crew’s ass.
My chest heaved as my body fully relaxed into the mattress. I looped an arm around Crew’s middle, keeping him close. His stomach moved with his slowing pants, his shoulder blades rising and falling against me.
And then the alarm sounded on the nightstand, signaling that thebest morning I’d ever had was coming to an end. Both of us groaned in unison just before I called out for the smart alarm to stop.
I loathed getting up, not wanting Crew to leave my arms. Picking my head up, I looked over to him to let him know he could have the shower first since he was currently the most covered.
What I saw made the world stop moving. I suddenly understood what they meant in romance movies when they said time would stop existing. I could feel the fire within me slowly begin to snuff out, leaving only small, manageable sparks in its wake. My skin was free of any itch. The familiar buzzing I’d usually expect under my skin had gone completely quiet.
