“Don’t move,” he whispered against Roland’s torso, glancing up to make sure he was heard. Roland nodded, his eyes half closed.
He slid his fingers under the waistband of Roland’s boxer briefs and tugged them down, exposing his erection. His cock was beautiful, broad, and strong, just like Roland. Donny groaned and enveloped the base of it with his hand, giving an experimental tug up to the tip.
Roland’s entire body convulsed, but he didn’t move his hands. He just looked down at Donny with his glassy green eyes, his lips slightly parted. Donny licked a stripe up the underside of Roland’s cock and Roland’s eyes shifted toward the floor, then closed. Donny moaned, tasting the tang of precum as he slid his tongue through the slit of Roland’s cock. He closed his entire mouth around the head and worked his lips down Roland’s length slowly swallowing every inch. When he reached the base, his nose buried in a thatch of light brown hair, Donny flexed his throat and flattened his tongue against Roland’s shaft. Roland trembled again but made no sound.
Donny pulled his mouth free and leaned back. Roland’s face was still downcast, his eyes still closed.
“Get on the bed, Roland. On your hands and knees.”
Roland opened his eyes and moved around Donny, assuming the position he’d been told. Donny kicked his pants off, pulling a condom and lube from his wallet and tossing them on top of the bed. He tracked his hand down Roland’s spine, relishing the feel of how hot and alive Roland’s skin felt.
Roland was fucking beautiful like this. His long body bent and folded, his hair fanning out around him on the bed, hiding his face. He looked like a fucking god, all coiled tension and strength.
“Are you sure you want this?” Donny asked, kneading his fingertips into the golden mounds of Roland’s asscheeks.
“Yeah,” a muffled reply came from underneath the hair.
“Good.” Donny spread Roland’s cheeks apart and licked from his balls to the top of his crack.
“Fuck,” Roland groaned out, arching his back.
“In a minute,” he replied, licking his lips and then laving his tongue around Roland’s tight hole. Donny hummed, gently pressing the tip of his tongue inside of Roland, loving the way his muscles fought the intrusion. Donny prodded at Roland with a finger positioned right under his tongue and slipped it all the way inside.
Roland pressed himself back onto Donny’s finger, and Donny licked the edge of Roland’s hole with the tip of his tongue while he finger fucked him. Donny slid another finger in, and Roland cursed, curving his back upward before relaxing and easing back.
Donny’s cock felt like it was going to burst. It bounced and flexed against his stomach, and he released his hold on Roland’s ass so he could reach down and stroke himself while he ate Roland into oblivion.
Roland writhed underneath Donny, his hair a fucking mess, obscuring his face, his shoulders, his hands. He mumbled unintelligibly and made the sexiest and most guttural noises Donny had ever heard.
Donny let go of his own cock and reached around to grab Roland’s just as he pressed a third finger inside. He sealed his mouth around his fingers, still rolling his tongue around Roland’s puckered hole while he fucked the man with his hand.
Donny’s cock dripped onto the bed, and he slowly pulled his hand from Roland’s ass, one finger at a time. When Roland was empty, Donny licked him again, letting his tongue dip inside.
He tore open the condom and unrolled it down his shaft, ripping the lube open and drizzling the contents of the packet down Roland’s crack. He used his hand to smear the lube around, pressing two fingers back inside. They went easily and Roland thrust himself eagerly onto Donny’s hand.
“Fuck. Please,” Roland groaned.
Donny turned his fingers so his hand was palm down and used his other hand to line his cock up with Roland’s entrance. As he pulled his fingers free, he thrust his cock inside leaving him fully seated in one, smooth move.
Roland fisted the sheets and Donny cursed, pulling out and then pushing back in. Donny clutched his fingers around Roland’s waist and dug his fingernails in, leaving little half-moon divots as he continued his steady motion in and out of Roland’s ass.
“Harder.” Roland’s voice drifted out from under his hair and Donny connected their bodies more forcefully, gripping harder, moving faster.
“Harder,” he repeated, and Donny obliged. He folded his body over Roland’s back and curled his fingers around Roland’s shoulders for better leverage. Donny was sweating, little drips falling from his chest and spattering across Roland’s skin. He leaned down and licked, tasting himself mixed with Roland’s skin, and his balls drew up, near his own orgasm.
“Touch yourself, Roland,” Donny ground out. Roland shifted his weight onto one arm and he reached down and stroked his cock with short, rough strokes.
“Fuck me harder,” Roland demanded again.
Donny wasn’t sure hecouldfuck Roland any harder, but he grabbed a handful of Roland’s hair and spun it around his fist, tugging Roland’s head to the side. He braced himself on Roland’s hip with his other hand and managed close to a minute of furiously hard thrusts before his body convulsed, and his balls pulled up before he came.
Donny cried out and his body jerked, the hand in Roland’s hair shifting down and pressing Roland’s face harder into the mattress. “Fuck.”
Once his body stilled, Donny released Roland’s hip and reached around to grasp for Roland’s cock. It was soft and sticky, covered in cum. Donny was relieved. He’d gotten so wrapped up in fucking Roland the way he’d been asking for that he’d lost all awareness of anything beyond chasing his own pleasure.
Donny smoothed his hands down Roland’s back, pressing him flat onto his belly and pulling out before flopping over onto his back. They were both covered in sweat and panting, Roland’s hair a sweaty tangle around his face and neck.
Donny pulled the condom off, tying it at the end and getting up to find a trash can. He tested a door against the back wall of the bedroom, pleased to find a bathroom behind it. Donny dumped the condom in the trash and braced himself on the bathroom counter to catch his breath.
