He pulled Chase’s legs upright and removed the rest of Chase’s clothes before he licked his fingers and eased them inside him.
Chase stretched his arms out across the sofa, gripping on to the cushion as Mason pushed his fingers deeper, reaching, searching for his prostate.
He could tell when he found it. Chase may have changed over the years, but his body hadn’t. And the time they’d shared had proven that. It’d been so effortless for him to find it when they messed around back home, and it was just as easy to reach it then. The way Chase writhed about on the couch assured him that he was stroking it just right.
Mason maneuvered his fingers against the tender flesh, watching Chase’s lips as they moved with his gasps.
He pulled them back out, and he squatted before replacing them with his shaft.
He pressed in steadily. “I need it,” Chase said. “God, I've missed it.”
“I've missed this hole.” Mason slid in farther, working into a rhythm.
Mason leaned down, wrapped his arms under Chase’s, lifted him, and pushed him farther onto the couch. He rested his knees on the cushion before sitting upright and grabbing both of Chase’s ankles. Pulling them apart and pushing them back, he angled Chase’s ass toward him more.
As he offered thrusts, Chase rolled his hips, the definition in his abs stressing as they moved together. Mason rubbed his hand across those abs and up to his pec. He stroked lightly over Chase's nipple before he brought his thumb up to his mouth and licked. He made a circle with his thumb around Chase’s nipple—one that was clearly enough to get Chase’s dick pre-coming.
“That's right,” Mason growled. He grabbed Chase’s dick and swiped his fingers across the head, collecting the pre-cum and swallowing it. “I earned that. Because I'm the one who can make you come like nobody else can. I've studied this body, and I know it better than anyone ever will.”
“Yes, you do,” Chase agreed.
Mason grabbed Chase's cock and jerked up and down as he continued pleasuring Chase with his dick.
Mason lifted Chase's right leg higher, angling him on his side as he continued his work.
Chase grabbed on to the arm of the sofa, his body trembling in a way that let Mason know he was working Chase's body just like he needed to. He could tell by the way Chase's hips moved and the way his cock throbbed in his grip that Chase was about to come. He lowered Chase's leg and leaned down so that his face was right before Chase's.
He eased up his grip. “See?” Mason said. “I can control when you come, and I don't want you to come yet.”
“But I want to so bad. Please.”
“Not yet. I'm not going to let you come until it feels amazing, until it's the best orgasm I can give you.”
“Seriously. If I blow right now, it's gonna be pretty damned amazing.”
“You have no idea,” Mason grunted. He ran his thumb up and down Chase's shaft and leaned his head down to Chase's nipple, licking lightly before offering a quick stroke and a thrust at the same time.
Chase tossed his head back, calling out as he shot across his abdomen, spraying himself with his load. His face cringed up, his body twisting and shifting about, assuring Mason of his own success as the pressure in his own balls intensified.
He pushed forward again. It was too much. He shouted out at the tail end of Chase's cry.
He needed that—the release of all the pressure—and as he collapsed on top of his husband, he was appreciative as hell that life had brought them together once again.
* * *
After their fuck, they made their way up to the bedroom so Mason could relax, recover from jetlag.
They showered together, unable to keep each other’s hands to themselves—and not wanting to. Chase was greedy for that body, as greedy as he’d been as a teen.
Chase relaxed as he came down from the high of their fuck.
Mason rolled on top of him, relaxing so his weight pressed down against Chase.
“So what do you want to do while you’re here?” Chase asked. “I was thinking we’d head over to Hollywood. And we need to go to the beach. And of course, I want to take you to at least some of the bars.”
“Are these the bars you go to trick out at?” Mason asked, but as soon as he said it, Chase felt uneasy. Mason must’ve been able to tell because his expression shifted to one far more serious. “That was a joke. I figure you go places. It doesn’t have to be an awkward thing every time I acknowledge that you’ve had sex with other people.”
“I know I’m the one making it weird. I’m sorry, Mason. This is a side of me you haven’t seen yet, and I guess I’m just a little nervous you won’t like it… won’t like who I’ve become.”
