“Okay, yes.” Roland nodded.
Donny moaned and resumed his assault on Roland’s dick, fucking himself easily and thoroughly. It was unlike anything Roland had felt before. He could see the appeal to topping, could understand why it appealed to other people. The knowledge you could give someone the level of pleasure that Donny was feeling now could be as intoxicating as a good drink.
Donny continued to use Roland’s dick to get himself off, and Roland studied him, distracted and mesmerized by the shade of red that enveloped Donny’s cock as it grew harder and stretched the skin around it. Roland stared and licked his lips, pressing his nails into Donny’s thighs. Donny moaned and bucked his hips out of time with his thrusts and reached his hands up to cover Roland’s.
“You’re being so good, Roland. Making me feel so good.”
Roland’s reply was a choked whimper.
His mind was at war with itself, a common occurrence, but generally one that didn’t occur when he was being fucked. The warmth of Donny’s ass as it slid around his cock bordered on overwhelming. It was too much responsibility, too much trust to fuck Donny.
Roland didn’t deserve this.
“Roland, get out of your fucking head and let me get us off,” Donny panted, sliding a hand up his own chest to his throat. “Just feel. It feels so good.”
Roland tried. God, he tried to shut his mind off, but it was getting the better of him. He raised his hands to his head and gripped his hair, closed his eyes and arched backward, pressing his cock deeper into Donny.
Donny groaned but slowed his movements, bringing both his hands down to Roland’s chest.
"You spend too much time in your head,” he whispered between heavy breaths. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me.”
Roland didn’t want to.
“Open. Your. Eyes.”
Roland did, and Donny’s mouth tipped up into a smile. He ground himself down against Roland’s thighs and moaned. He leaned down and grabbed Roland by the neck and pulled him up to a sitting position. Donny held him there, nose to nose, staring into his eyes.
“I deserve this, don’t I?” Donny breathed the words against his mouth. “Stop trying to give me less than I deserve, less than I want.” He resumed his grind, fucking himself with Roland’s cock.
Roland wasn’t sure how long he could last, his senses overwhelmed by the complete and consuming proximity to everything that was Donny. Roland wanted to be enough for Donny, in this moment, and all the moments after. His brain wouldn’t allow him to believe he could be, though. Donny may deserve this from him, but he didn’t deserve this from Donny.
“Open your eyes.”
Donny’s voice shook him out of his own head; he didn’t even realize his eyes had been closed again. Donny pressed their lips together, his blue eyes intent and hungry as he licked his way inside of Roland’s mouth.
All Roland could taste was the tang of the pickles from lunch, and lingering kick from all the vodka. He pushed his tongue inside Donny’s mouth, but there was nothing to overtake the residual taste of the alcohol. Roland placed a hand at the back of Donny’s neck and pressed their mouths closer together, desperate to justfind outwhat Donny tasted like.
It felt like he was being eaten up by a nagging urge to know the man on top of him— to know him inside and out. Roland’s eyes frantically searched through the deep pools of Donny’s blue eyes to see any hint of trepidation, or displeasure, and all he found was overwhelming lust fueled need.
Their teeth and noses clashed together, but Roland held his eyes open and watched Donny’s eyes turn fiery. Donny fucked him faster, his cock smashed between them, slicking against Roland’s stomach with every thrust.
Roland’s entire body shuddered as his orgasm barreled through him.
“I’m coming,” he grunted out into Donny’s mouth, and Donny hummed a sound of happy approval when Roland’s hips thrust upward. Roland tightened his grip on Donny’s neck, using it to hold him in place while he bucked violently, deeper into Donny through the duration of his orgasm, only separating their mouths and loosening his hold when he needed to take a breath.
Roland dropped his forehead against Donny’s and let his eyes close. Donny pressed kisses to his cheeks and his eyelids. He tangled his hands into Roland’s hair and tipped his head backward so his lips could reach the delicate skin on the underside of Roland’s chin. Donny licked and nibbled and kissed his way across Roland’s entire face, sliding his tongue over his ear.
Donny’s breath was heavy as it fell evenly across Roland’s face. Roland slid his hands up Donny’s back to his shoulders and down again, settling them around his waist.
“I’ve never come like that before. You’re amazing,” Donny whispered, pressing more kisses against Roland’s skin. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do. Whether you’re inside me or I’m inside you.”
Roland furrowed his brows together. When had Donny come? Neither of them had touched Donny’s cock. Roland pulled back slightly, and felt a damp coldness between them, and looked down and found both of their stomachs covered in cum.
His eyes found Donny’s face and Donny smiled at him.
“See what happens when you do as you’re told?”
Roland folded his arms around Donny and lowered his forehead to Donny’s shoulder. His chest heaved with the weight of his own breaths, but he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. He felt overwhelmed. By life, by what had just happened, by Donny. It was too much— the trust Donny gave him. Roland didn’t deserve…
