“Okay,” Tom agreed, his eyes falling closed as Cypress continued to kiss and suck at his throat.
“No safe words. No scenes. None of that.” Cypress slid his hands up Tom’s shirt, reverently kissing his bare chest. “Let me take care of you.”
All the soft layers of clothing peeled away until there was nothing between them. The feeling of naked skin pressed against his own made Tom’s desire increase tenfold in seconds, and he curled his legs around Cypress’s hips to draw him in even closer. He loved how their bodies looked as they twisted together like this, his fair skin so much paler up against Cypress’s rich dark brown.
Cypress’s hands stayed on the move, stroking the curve of Tom’s thighs and his sides, squeezing and petting every inch of him. He bowed his head to kiss Tom’s nipples, lightly sucking each one until they hardened. He circled them with his tongue, squeezing and teasing them with his teeth.
Tom was nearly frantic now, and he didn’t recall his nipples ever being this sensitive. It was like there was a cord connecting each one right to his dick, and soon he was squirming. He had to have more, pressing his heel into the small of Cypress’s back with a short grunt.
Chuckling underneath his breath, Cypress finally seemed to take pity on Tom and got the lube out from the bedside table drawer.
Tom was certain Cypress was going to drag this on for too long, and he took the bottle from him.
“Impatient, are we?” Cypress breathed. “I wanted us to take things slow tonight…”
“This is slow,” Tom argued.
“I wasn’t planning on having sex. I wanted us to relax.”
“This is relaxing,” Tom continued to protest, soon pumping his wet fingers inside of himself and shuddering. “Mmm, orgasms are very relaxing, remember?”
“Fuck, Tom,” Cypress whispered, dragging his teeth over his ear and rolling his hips forward. His cock was hard, pressing into Tom’s inner thigh. “I thought about you all fuckin’ week…”
“Yeah?” Tom panted. “Missed your little tiger?”
Cypress laughed softly, biting down on Tom’s neck until he groaned. “Mmm. You bet your fuckin’ sweet little ass I did. I missed you so much. Your laugh, your smile… how you say my name when I’m inside of you.”
“Cypress,” Tom whispered, fingering himself hard enough to stir up a loud moan, losing the sound in Cypress’s hot lips.
They writhed together, claiming kisses and bites, the tension building until Tom thought he might scream. He had opened himself up, his hole slick and soft, and his fingers weren’t enough. He could feel Cypress’s cock so close to where he wanted him, and he was ready to start begging.
Not yet. No, Cypress wanted him to wait, to be patient, and he would be rewarded. Tom knew they weren’t in a scene, but the intense desire to be good—to be a good boy—was consuming his thoughts.
He could do this. He could wait, and it would be worth it.
After what felt like hours, Cypress’s cock began to press inside of him finally. Tom’s head flopped back against the pillows as he felt the familiar stretch, willing his body to relax and take every fat inch of cock.
“So good, it’s so good,” Tom moaned, grabbing onto Cypress’s broad shoulders to keep himself anchored to reality. He needed this, he needed to be filled, to be fucked, and he couldn’t wait for Cypress to give it to him.
Cypress thrust slow, deep, his cock gliding in and out so patiently that they both felt every second of the sweet drag. He nuzzled Tom’s throat, their hands joining as he pressed them into the bed.
Being held down like that felt good, and Tom squeezed his legs around Cypress’s hips as he started plunging forward with more force. Tom was grateful for his strong grip to keep him from scooting up the bed from the force of each delicious slam. Every one was followed by a brief pause, just long enough for Tom to savor the resonating sting in his ass before another thrust stole his breath away.
Tom squeezed Cypress’s hands, seeking release to touch. The second it was granted, he reached down to feel where they were joined, wet and hot, his body so tender where Cypress’s cock was stretching him out. He dared to tug at the edge of his hole, pressing the tip of his finger in to make himself moan.
“Fuck, Tom,” Cypress growled, his hips snapping forward, and he gazed down at him adoringly. “You want more, huh? My fat cock and a toy up in here? You wanna get all fuckin’ blown out, don’t you?”
“Mmm, fuck, yes,” Tom moaned, trying to force his finger in, his mind running wild from the lewd suggestion. He could do it. He could take it. “Oh, fuck… Cypress…! Please!”
Cypress was practically purring, rearing back to grab Tom’s legs and hook his feet over his shoulders as he started to pound him toward the finish line. “Please, what, baby? What do you need?”
“Ah, fuck!” Tom gritted his teeth, trying to adjust to the new rhythm and shifting his hips to angle Cypress’s cock right where he wanted him. “Mm, just like that, just like that.”
Cypress kissed Tom’s calf, his teeth grazing his shin as he kept thrusting away, his pelvis pivoting like a machine. “Come on, baby. Come on, give it up for me… you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you come…”
Tom whined, on the edge of having an absolute fit. He wasright there, and God, he could hear a thunderous roar in his ears stealing all other sounds away except his own labored breathing and the fierce thumping of his heart.He pushed his finger inside of his hole, slick and tight, and there—it was too much, too much inside of him, and he was coming. He let himself sob, get loud, and his legs jerked as his cock squirted across his stomach.
“There you go, there you go, baby,” Cypress sighed, sounding so proud and happy. He sped up, fucking Tom frantically and letting out a low groan as he came.
