“There’s lube in the bathroom. Go get it and get yourself ready for me.”
He stumbled away from Jack and into the bathroom, tearing open the cabinet and coming face to face with nothing more than a black bottle of lube. He grabbed it and returned to the empty bedroom. Jack was leaning against the wall, his cock in hand, eyes following every move he made.
Callum shoved his pants to his shins and got down on all fours, covering one hand haphazardly with lube and reaching back, shoving two fingers inside of his ass. He gasped and slowed his hand only long enough to get accustomed to the stretch. He worked his hole as well as he could with the awkward angle and when he couldn’t take any more, he slapped his slick hand onto the floor in front of him and arched his back in supplication.
Jack crossed the room slowly, his sneakers echoing off the empty walls, each step louder than the next. His hand settled on the small of Callum’s back and slid up his spine. Callum heard the familiar pop of the lube bottle opening again, then a thud as it landed on the floor.
Jack’s cock pressed against his hole and slid inside with ease. Callum’s arms folded, forearms landing against the floor on either side of his forehead. Jack leaned over him, pressing his chest to his back and burying his length inside the heat of Callum’s ass.
“Don’t come,” Jack warned him.
Callum nodded, but that wasn’t enough. Jack’s hand tangled into his hair and yanked his head up. The aggression did everything but ensure he was going to come on the spot, sullying the clean floors of Jack’s new home. Their new home.
Fuck.
“Don’t come,” Jack repeated.
“Yes, Daddy,” Callum replied this time, exhaling when Jack pushed his face back down and withdrew his cock.
He pushed back in and wrapped his arm around Callum’s throat, holding their bodies together. Jack licked at the shell of Callum’s ear and started talking.
“Everything about us is backward, but I’m not going to fight it anymore. We’ll do this the way that feels right,” he whispered, pumping into Callum with vigor. “And fucking you on the floor of our new house feels so fucking right to me, kitten.”
“Oh, God. Me too, Daddy,” Callum groaned.
“Turn over,” Jack said, not even giving him a chance, but rotating him onto his back with a leg on either of Jack’s shoulders.
Jack slowed his thrusts, resting his palms lightly against Callum’s already sweaty stomach. He circled his hands around Jack’s wrists, trying to push himself deeper onto his cock.
“Callum.”
Jack’s use of his name forced his attention. Even as his cock throbbed between them and dripped a pool of slick precum onto his stomach, his brain was laser focused on Jack above him.
“I need to tell you something.” Jack pinched his lip between his teeth. His head rolled back at the slightest angle and his hips jerked short and rough thrusts against Callum’s thighs. His breathing grew labored and his blood ran hot.
“Daddy,” Callum breathed.
“I love you,” Jack whispered the words as he collapsed on top of Callum with a groan, his dick pulsing and quaking inside of him as he came.
And, fuck, did he come. Callum could feel the wet heat of Jack’s orgasm inside of him, the contraction of the muscles in Jack’s cock as he filled Callum for the first time.
His body trembled and his mouth opened on a moan. His balls twisted and lifted, his orgasm ready to follow, but a strong hand around his cock gave him pause.
“I love you too, but God, please, I need to come, Daddy,” he begged, angling his hips against Jack’s hand.
“You will, my love,” Jack replied, rolling off him and onto the floor. He kicked his shoes off and pushed his pants to his ankles, reaching for the lube and handing it to Callum.
“Are you fucking serious?” Callum asked as the shock settled in and he realized what Jack was offering. “Daddy, you don’t need to.”
“I want to.” Jack swiped his hand over the precum that had pooled on Callum’s stomach then reached between his legs to tease his ass.
“You need,” Callum trailed off but opened the bottle and squirted some lube between Jack’s cheeks.
“I know how it works, kitten. I just haven’t done it in a while,” Jack teased, his sentence ending with a sharp intake of breath as Callum pushed a finger inside of him.
Callum fisted his own cock in one hand, strangling the base to fend off his orgasm while he worked Jack’s ass with his other hand, adding another finger and scissoring them apart. Jack pressed his eyes closed and turned his head toward the wall when Callum removed his hands.
“Watch me,” Callum begged.
