“I hate when you call me buddy,” I reminded him, pulling out my fingers and lubing up my cock. I used more than enough lube, the slippery sound of my dick in my fist enough to make my balls draw up tight against my body. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to fuck him long enough to make him cry, but I wanted to try.
Every time Miles had let me top him, he’d still been the one in control. He’d had me ride him or he’d dictated the speed and the pace. This was my first opportunity to really get at him, and I didn’t want to waste it by coming on the first thrust.
“I think you’re a liar,” he said, tipping his head back as I pressed the head of my cock against his hole.
Maybe a little bit.
After all, wasn’t it that stupid nickname that had brought us together in the first place?
“Come on, Hendrix,” he taunted, reaching around and digging his fingers into my ass. “We don’t have all night.”
I surged forward, burying my dick into his asshole with one sharp snap of my hips. The bed creaked, and the force of it moved Miles’s entire body up the bed. He grunted, eyes going wide before settling closed. He tightened his hold on my ass, encouraging me to still so he could adjust, but I wasn’t interested in that.
After all…
I was a man of my word.
I shook free of his hands, which trembled, and pulled out. Almost to the tip, then fucked back into him with all the same force from the first thrust. My vision sparkled black around the corners of my periphery, and I bent forward, bracing myself on the headboard for leverage.
“God, fuck.” Miles’s hands scrabbled against my back. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”
“Just a week?” I asked, quickening my pace.
Watching the way Miles’s face contorted in pleasure as my cock stretched his hole was enough on its own to bring me to the edge. Paired with the tight hold of his body and the desperate scratch of his nails against my ribs, I was treacherously close to shooting off inside of him without any warning.
He managed a hand between us, making a fist around his cock and jacking himself in time with the thrusts of my hips.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered. Not a demand, only a plea for my own sanity.
“I’m nowhere close to tears, buddy.”
I grimaced, spreading Miles’s legs apart so I could get deeper inside of him. His eyes went glassy, his cheeks flushed, the evidence of pleasure clear on his face. My heart was out of control, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make good on my threat. I was too tired, too old, too blissed out from the feel of him.
With a heavy grunt, I slowed my speed. I wrapped Miles’s legs around me, falling forward and burying my face against the crook of his neck. I fucked him differently then, deep and hard, but slow. Every thrust forced the breath out of his lips, each exhalation sounding more like a moan than a sigh. I kissed my way up the slope of his neck, over the angle of his jaw toward his mouth. Miles searched me out, lips parted and tongue ready.
He sealed our mouths together, spearing his tongue toward my throat like it was his cock. I groaned into him, managing to slide my arms around his shoulders and haul him off his back. I righted us both, taking Miles onto my lap and letting gravity do the work. He settled down against me, body stretching to accommodate the entirety of my erection. His own was smashed between our stomachs, burning hot and wet with precum.
With a small swivel of my hips, I changed my long thrusts to shallow pumps. The head of my cock teased against his prostate with every upward movement, and Miles fisted my hair. He turned my head, angled me in every direction like one of them was going to be better than the other, but I got the distinct impression none of them pleased him. I let him have his way with me, steadying him with my hands and taking him apart with my cock.
“Hendrix.”
My name was a gasp of breath and his muscles tightened, gripping my cock like they wanted to suck me deeper into his body. My name turned into a moan, into a whine, and when Miles dropped his forehead down against my shoulder, I felt wetness.
Sweat or tears, I didn’t know.
And I wouldn’t ask.
He came like that, with his arms tangled around my back and his teeth sunk into my collarbone. Cum shot out of his dick with so much force, I felt it on my chin, in the dip of my throat. I steadied him, letting the main waves of his orgasm tear through him, and then after he settled, I resumed the same short motions that had sent him toward his release.
I lasted longer than I’d planned. My orgasm came quickly when he kissed me and offered my name up like a prayer. Like an answer. Curling my fingers around his shoulders, I held him down, rutting against him until my balls were well and thoroughly emptied. My own breaths turned to tired whimpers, and I took us both down to the sheets.
My cock slid out of his body, and Miles made a disgusted sound that turned into a weak laugh.
“I hate that part,” he murmured, rolling over to straddle me. He forced himself up, using shaking fingers to wipe his cum off my chest. He fed it into my mouth, depressing my tongue and ensuring his load made it to my throat unhindered.
“I love this part, though,” he added, eyes falling closed. His head lolled forward and I curled my fingers around his wrist, keeping his hand in my mouth until the urge to gag had passed.
Miles answered that with a pleased sound and a renewed sense of vigor.
