Gregory slammed their mouths together, his own uneven breathing ghosting into Landon’s mouth between their tongues. Landon was glad to have Gregory there, because his body felt electrified and he wasn’t sure if this was real or a dream.
“Please fuck me,” Landon begged, all pretense gone. He may be submissive to his core, but this was pure and primal need overtaking him. “I need your cock. Fill me up. Jesus.”
“I am fucking you,” Gregory grunted into his mouth with a twist of his wrist, his knuckles dancing past Landon’s prostate.
“I need your cum.” Landon closed his eyes, his eyelashes stuck together with tears.
This was bliss. His ass, stretched so wide around the base of Gregory’s arm while every muscle in his body shook with the weight of his arousal. He was so, so full, even his cock with the plug, a heavy reminder of who controlled, and distributed, his pleasure.
Gregory’s hand moved inside of him, knuckles scraping against the deepest muscles inside of his body. Landon sobbed, not from pain, or sadness, but from the utter inability to process the waves of trust and adoration and want that rolled off Gregory’s body.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.” Gregory’s voice scratched against his ear, his arousal bumping and sliding against Landon’s body.
There was a searing fucking pressure against his hole, then a glaring emptiness as Gregory slid his hand free.
“No.” Landon immediately missed the intrusion.
“Sssh, now,” Gregory soothed him, his cock dropping into Landon’s stretched hole with ease. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Landon grabbed Gregory’s shoulders and held on as he slammed himself against Landon, burying his cock almost as deep as he had his hand. A whole new sensation tore through his body and he looked between them to see Gregory fucking his urethra with the plug.
“It’s too much,” Landon cried. His voice trembled and cracked on every word. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can or I wouldn’t ask it of you.” Gregory’s words were a burning promise in his ear.
Everything going on inside of him was jumbled; he didn’t know if he was going to come all over himself or piss on them both, and all his head could make sense of was the slide of Gregory’s cock inside him.
“Come,” Gregory commanded, pulling the plug from his cock with one smooth tug. Gregory pumped into Landon, their skin slapping together so quickly it registered in his head as one continuous sound. Then, Gregory’s fingers at his nipples, pinching and twisting them away from his body and Landon was gone, shouting until his throat ached as he shot his release against his chest.
Gregory’s tongue slid into his mouth and his hands wrapped above Landon’s ears, holding their faces together. Gregory kissed him until he couldn’t breathe, his orgasm pinning them together and Gregory’s hot cum dripping down his thighs. Gregory didn’t stop fucking him; his thrusts only turned slower and shorter, pushing his cum deeper into Landon while they kissed and breathed each other in.
“You’re beautiful,” Gregory whispered against his mouth.
Landon found himself unable to reply, so he just nodded and licked the seam of Gregory’s lips, then kissed him before collapsing onto the pillow.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Gregory kissed the spit and tears from his face. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Landon agreed.
Gregory held him for ages, in a messy bed, whispering promises and affections that Landon had never expected to hear in his wildest dreams. If heaven was real, this was it.
“You’re a mess.” Gregory finally acknowledged, dragging his hand down Landon’s slippery and sweaty chest. “Let me go draw a bath.”
Gregory kissed him again, then was gone. Landon listened to the water pouring into the tub, his eyes closed and his entire body as wobbly as gelatin. He heard noise from outside the bedroom, then the front door opening and closing. He rolled onto his side and stretched out, eyes on the door while he waited for Gregory to reappear.
“Who all was here tonight?” he asked, with no hint of embarrassment, when Gregory returned to collect him. “Justin and Micah, Keith… Aaron.” Gregory scooped Landon up into his arms and pressed him against his chest for the walk to the tub. “Verity.”
“What?”
“Verity,” Gregory repeated, lowering him into the hot water.
“Why did you invite them?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then, what?” Landon asked, head still foggy, but curious as to what his tired sounding accusations sounded like on Gregory’s ears.
“They came with Aaron. You’ll have to talk to them about it.”
