Sam ran up them. He didn’t even care what Felix and the others might think. He didn’t care that this never used to be like him. He liked this new side of himself, more confident, more assertive, definitely more adventurous. It was like Tally brought out the best of him. Encouraged him to not tone himself down in an effort to please people.
Now the only people he wanted to please were Tally and himself.
He threw Tally onto the bed. “Get naked.(period)Felix will be pissed off if I rip those clothes off of you.” growled Sam.
Tally looked up at him, his eyes wide and dark. Full of lust and hunger. He started to peel the clothes off in a slow, enticing manner, but Sam saw the moment his lover became impatient with that and decided just to whip them off instead.
Sam liked that decision. He liked Tally naked on the bed, waiting for him. He liked it a lot.
So many ideas of what to do to Tally ran through his mind, he didn’t know where to start. What to choose.
“Fuck me,” demanded Tally, his eyes dark with lust and clearly having no problems deciding what he wanted.
Sam’s cock twitched, it liked this idea very much. “Are you sure?” he asked tentatively. “We have been doing that a lot lately and I’m not small. I don’t want you to get sore.”
Tally grinned up at him, “You are definitely bigger this time.” he agreed. “And you know how to use it better.”
Sam felt himself pout. He supposed he should take it as a compliment. It was ridiculous to be upset about failings that belonged to him in a past life. A past life that he couldn’t remember and still didn’t quite believe in.
“I’m better too. Benji knows way more than I ever did,” consoled Tally.
Blue eyes watched him for a moment before Tally sighed and rolled over, reaching for the lube and the condoms on the bedside cabinet.
Sam stared hungrily at Tally’s pert ass cheeks. He licked his lips, all wounded pride completely forgotten.
“Doggy or missionary?” asked Tally.
“Doggy,” answered Sam, suddenly sure he didn’t want to lose his current view.
Tally giggled and handed him the lube before positioning himself on all fours. A fresh wave of arousal flooded Sam. A sudden yearning to be inside his lover overwhelmed him.
“Don’t I get a kiss first?” said Sam teasingly as he squirted lube onto his fingers.
“I’m supposed to be practicing right now,” warned Tally.
The threat of Tally leaving to go back downstairs jolted Sam into action. He kneeled behind Tally and ran a lubed finger around his hole. Tally hummed appreciatively, and the sound warmed Sam’s soul. Spending a lifetime coaxing those noises out of Tally seemed the very best way to spend a life.
He slipped a finger inside, relishing the way Tally moaned, and tilted his hips up, asking for more. Sam didn’t give him more, teasing instead. Rubbing one finger, slowly and gently, in and out. A gentle torment. His touch taunting with just not enough until Tally was whimpering. Then he finally added another finger, giving Tally more stretch, more fullness, more pressure. But still not enough. Not what he needed.
He played like that for a while, drawing desire and need out of Tally until the young man was sobbing for it, aching and desperate for Sam’s cock. All his senses set alight by the gentle touches but craving to be truly fulfilled.
Sam ripped open the condom with his teeth and hastily rolled it on. The only downside to drawing Tally’s pleasure out was how it had fed his own hunger. He needed Tally, needed him with a desire that burned. No one and nothing else would do. In this moment Tally was his entire universe.
Sam wanted to slide in slowly, to savor every delicious sensation, but as soon as the head of his cock breached that tight ring of muscle to be embraced by soft silken heat, he was lost. Greedy for that sensation to bathe his entire cock. His hips took over, and he thrust deeply, filling Tally with one swift possessive move. Tally threw back his head and cried out. For a second Sam worried he had hurt him, but then the sound fully registered in Sam’s mind, (comma) and it was nothing but satisfaction. Tally was shuddering and groaning around him, clearly in ecstasy.
Sam was about to thrust again when Tally moved his hips, pulling himself off Sam’s cock and then slamming back onto it. Sam groaned in delight, that felt damn good. He eased his grip on Tally’s hips and let his lover use him. It was a struggle to kneel there, motionless as Tally rocked up and down his cock, but by the heavens it was worth it.
Setting his own pace and angle was clearly driving Tally wild. The soft sounds of pleasure he was making was music to Sam’s ears. The friction as Tally’s ass slid up and down Sam’s hard cock was bliss. He closed his eyes and rode the waves of joy.
Tally started whimpering, his pace fast and almost frantic now, the rhythm shaky and uncoordinated. Knowing he was giving his lover such pleasure just by filling him with his cock was a high all on its own. Nevermind that it was Tally using him, choosing him, driving Sam to his own orgasm.
Sam felt his peak drawing close, gathering deep within him. He could tell it was going to be an intense one, strong enough to turn off all his senses and take him far, far away.
But Tally wasn’t there yet. He couldn’t disappoint him, that would be terrible. Sam gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the inevitable. Each new thrust sparked his overblown nerve endings, pulling cries from him, each one a battle not to spill over the edge, until the pleasure danced along pain.
Tally clenched around him and Sam screamed, very nearly pushed too far. He wasn’t going to last. He needed to make Tally peak immediately. He pushed Tally’s head and shoulders down onto the mattress whilst gripping his hip tightly with his other hand, then he let rip, thrusting hard and fast, railing Tally into the mattress.
Tally screamed his pleasure and came magnificently. His ass clenching around Sam’s oversensitive cock, squeezing him. Sam couldn’t hold it back anymore and, like a dam breaking, his orgasm blew. Tearing through his body, his mind, his senses. Distantly, he heard himself roar as sheer ecstasy crashed through him.
