A little of the sadness lifted from Jag’s features. He moved his hands to Michael’s shoulders and left one there whilst the other ran up Michael’s arm to the hand tangled in Jag’s hair. Jag’s fingers threaded through Michael’s, and he stood, gently tugging him towards the bedroom. Michael wondered if he should check that Jag was sure. He was likely still raw, possibly still confused. But he didn’t want to patronise the young man. He’d put a halt to the possibility of lovemaking once already that day, but Jag seemed much stronger now, and he clearly knew what he wanted. He let himself be led to the bedroom, pulse picking up the pace from anticipation and need.
Jag turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He rested one hand on the small of Michael’s back and used the other to grab a fistful of Michael’s T-shirt, pulling him down into a long, hot kiss, accompanied by a soundtrack of murmurs and moans from them both. Michael couldn’t get enough of Jag. He pressed his mouth against Jag’s so hard he thought he might bruise them both. His tongue wrestled Jag’s hungrily. His teeth nipped at Jag’s lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth, only to plunge back into the kiss. He was hard. His whole body pulsed with desire. Barely breaking free of the kiss, they both got rid of their T-shirts so they could run their hands over each other’s bare skin.
Jag sank onto the bed, pulling Michael with him, over him. Michael had to catch his breath as the dominant position he was in registered in his mind. Jag had never let himself be in a submissive position before, but he gazed up at Michael, his expression lustful, his lips parted, as though begging to receive Michael’s tongue. Michael decided not to disappoint him. He lowered himself fully so his body was pressed against Jag’s, and went back to kissing him. He ground his hips into him, feeling their mutual hardness through their clothes. He was glad he was wearing jogging bottoms, ready for his classes, but Jag was wearing jeans.
He lifted his hips enough to reach Jag’s waistband and popped open the metal button. “These can’t be comfortable.”
Jag chuckled. He clasped his hands behind Michael’s neck and pulled him down, mashing their lips together. Michael slid Jag’s zipper down and wrapped his fingers around the waistband of the jeans. Helpfully, Jag lifted his hips so Michael could slide the jeans down his hips. Their lips parted as Michael shifted across the bed, taking Jag’s jeans and boxer shorts with him. He stopped and stared, licking his lips, and then wrapped his lips around Jag’s cock. A groan tore out of Jag’s throat, and he writhed beneath Michael, which only encouraged him to take his cock deeper into his mouth. One of Jag’s hands combed through Michael’s hair whilst the other clawed at and twisted into the quilt beneath him. The way he moved as Michael sucked him off was so hot. His head was tipped back, his lips parted, his chest heaving as he panted heavily. Michael chuckled around his cock and felt a tremor run through Jag’s whole body. He released Jag and moved so he could press a salty kiss to the young man’s wanting mouth.
“You like that, do you?” he asked huskily
Jag licked his lips before replying. “God, yes.”
“Let me taste you for a little longer, and then you can give me a good hard fucking.”
“No!”
Michael arched an eyebrow. “No?”
Jag’s eyes flickered open and locked with his. “I want you,” he rasped. “Inside me. Please.”
“Like this?” Michael queried. “With me on top?”
Jag nodded, his dark eyes wide and pleading. Michael kissed him again, his cock straining within his pants at the thought of being inside the delicate young man laid out beneath him. But he did what he’d promised he’d do. He slid back down the bed and took Jag’s dick into his mouth again, making him squirm, whimper, and pant all over again. He’d never seen Jag relax so fully. Maybe the realisation that he could actually be free of his parents had helped to relax him, or maybe he’d learned to trust Michael a little more. Maybe even a lot more. Michael didn’t know and wasn’t going to ask. He was just happy that Jag was enjoying himself because he was most definitely enjoying reducing the young man to a whimpering wreck.
“Michael.” Jag’s whisper was hoarse and throaty. “Please.”
Michael stood and relieved himself of the clothing on his bottom half. He’d barely tugged off his socks before he was grabbing a condom and lube. He ripped open the packet, his hungry stare never leaving Jag as he rolled on the condom. The young man was still lying prone, his arms splayed, legs parted, and knees bent. He looked as if he was already lost in ecstasy. Michael intended on taking him much further. After slicking his fingers with lube, he lay on the bed again, leaning over Jag. He rested his weight through his hip and one arm as he kissed Jag and teased him with his slippery fingers. Every thrust into Jag made his lover’s body visibly shudder. He moaned deeply against Michael’s mouth. Jag’s hands ran over Michael’s shoulders and back, light fluttering touches that left him wanting more.
“Fuck me,” Jag pleaded, his voice filled with desire.
Michael knelt between Jag’s legs and applied plenty of lube to his cock. He grabbed Jag’s hips firmly, lined himself up, and pressed ever so slightly against Jag’s tight arsehole. The young man bit his lip and nodded, his stare holding Michael’s with lusty fierceness. Michael thrust forwards, burying himself inside Jag, who arched his back, moaning as he grabbed fistfuls of quilt. Michael fucked him. Each motion of his hips was hard and fast. Sweat beaded on his skin quickly, and his breathing became harsh. Beneath him, Jag’s eyes fluttered shut, and he groaned. He moved his body and tensed his muscles in just the right way to stimulate Michael’s cock even more than it already was.
“Harder,” Jag whispered. “I want to feel you.”
Michael obliged, pounding into Jag over and over. His back and legs started to ache with the effort, but seeing the euphoria on Jag’s face made it worth it. He saw twinges of pain, too, but those moments of strain were so entwined with ecstasy that it was impossible to separate them.
“You good?” he asked between pants.
Jag nodded, barely, and licked his lips. Michael knew how heady the pleasure/pain sensation could be. He adored it. He loved to be fucked so hard he couldn’t see straight. And unless Jag showed signs he wasn’t enjoying it, that was exactly what he intended to make his lover do: see so many fucking stars he could trace constellations on the insides of his eyelids.
They were both sweaty now, which heightened Michael’s desire. The room was starting to spin around him as he felt light-headed. He could feel his climax nearing, building up in his groin like a raging river held back by the weakest dam imaginable. He had no idea how close to the edge Jag was. He looked as if he could tip over any second. His eyes were closed again, his face relaxed. Every few seconds, he would lick his lips or buck his hips up as Michael thrust into him. And oh, God, those moments were pure bliss for Michael. As if Jag could sense that Michael was close, the young man closed his hand around his cock and stroked it from balls to tip, achingly slowly. His lower lip quivered as he sucked in air, and he tensed before every muscle in his body spasmed over and over.
Michael let the dam break, his orgasm temporarily ruining him. He shook and shuddered, gasped and groaned. His limbs felt like rubber, and it took every ounce of his remaining strength not to simply collapse onto Jag and crush him. He fell onto the bed beside his lover, panting. His body felt fuzzy, but he still managed to stroke Jag’s chest lightly. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he noticed the cum on Jag’s stomach.
“Let me clean that up,” he slurred, though he didn’t move.
“It can wait,” Jag whispered, his words barely coherent.
“Are you seeing stars? Michael asked, his breathing still heavy.
Jag smiled and nodded, flopping his hand over his forehead. He was still gasping in air, as though he’d been starved of oxygen. Michael managed to move close enough to kiss his cheek. He used his fingers to turn Jag’s face towards his and then kissed him. It was as if he was breathing air into Jag’s lungs because the young man’s breathing immediately calmed. They kissed lazily on and off for several minutes, and then lay staring into one another’s eyes.
“I love you,” Michael said. He stroked Jag’s face. A cocktail of emotions sloshed inside him, making him feel drunk.
“I love you, too.”
Jag’s eyelids opened and closed, as though he were fighting sleep. To be fair, he probably was. Michael felt as if he could slip into slumber with ease, but he wanted to savour every moment of his post-orgasmic bliss. He turned onto his side, sliding his hand over Jag’s hip. He looped his leg over Jag’s, bringing them closer.
