“God, you still smell just as good,” Mason said. “Your skin feels just as soft, and your ass… damn…”
Chase smirked like he was pleased with how he affected Mason.
“You cocky little bastard.” Mason loved how pleased Chase was with himself, how he knew his power over him—something Mason wasn’t ashamed of.
He sat up, grabbed the back of Chase’s head, and crushed his lips against Chase’s as he pushed within him.
Chase groaned into his mouth just before Mason stifled the sound with another kiss.
Mason gave it to Chase the way he’d learned how to give it to him, working that cock, that ass feeling as good as ever, but he just wished it could have been bare—that they wouldn’t have that barrier between them.
He ached with desire to strip away the boundaries that had built up over the years, but he understood why they were necessary.
“Kick your legs out,” Mason instructed, because he knew how much Chase loved being ordered around.
Chase obeyed, resting his legs on top of Mason’s before Mason hooked his arms around his thighs and rolled until he was on top of Chase.
Mason kissed him again, keeping their bodies close, their heat intensifying with their movements.
They shared their bodies once again, as they had so many times in the past, Mason shifting his husband around the bed, moving in all those positions that had once been so familiar for both of them.
Soon, Chase was on his knees as Mason took him from behind.
He wrapped an arm around Chase’s neck as he filled him with his cock.
“Yes, Mason. Please,” Chase whispered. “Make me come.”
Mason’s arm was around him as he jerked Chase off, Chase twisting his body in a way that let Mason know he was getting close.
That only brought Mason closer to his own release.
“I want to make you come. Just like I did back then. Because I’m the one who knows your body… better than anyone else can. I know the way this cock needs to be stroked. And the way you need to be filled.”
He positioned his mouth just behind Chase’s ear—the way he knew drove Chase crazy. “Tell me it’s true.”
“It’s true,” Chase confessed.
Mason didn’t want to come. He didn’t want it to be over, but it was beyond his control. He was so aroused—so lost in the moment. One that he’d dreamt so many times before—where he and Chase were back together, where they could share what only he knew how to do that well with Chase.
He pulled Chase back until he was upright, and Chase turned his head, kissing him.
Mason felt Chase’s dick swell in his grip, and then the warmth of his cum as he oozed out onto the sides of Mason’s thumb and forefinger. Chase’s groan conveyed his pleasure as he continued releasing, and Mason was relieved because he knew that at least he could release knowing Chase was satisfied.
And he did. His cum shot from him, a sensation racing through his body unlike anything he’d felt since the last time they’d had sex.
His body jerked into a fit of spasms before he collapsed onto Chase’s back, sweat dripping as he panted.
As he wrapped his arms around Chase, they were sixteen again. Young. In love. Desperate to be close. Desperate to share the experience again and again and again, as though it might slip away from them at any moment.
Mason clung to Chase. If he could just keep him there, they could disappear, and the moment would last forever. No one and nothing could ever strip it from them.
He knew it was only a fantasy, but it was one he wished he could believe.
* * *
Chase lay on Mason’s chest, snuggling up against him.
He kissed beneath Mason’s pec, pressing his lips firmly against the soft flesh.
