“Does that make me the one night stand in this scenario?”
Clay opened his eyes to see Austin’s face close to his, Austin who had bent down to make sure of Clay.
“No.” Clay shook his head. “Never mind that. I didn’t mean to make a game of this. I just wanted—wanted what I wanted.”
“Well, then,” said Austin, straightening up. “Let me go ahead and give it to you.”
As Clay knew from watching Austin working, when Austin got to business, he meant it. Which meant that when Clay felt Austin’s lubed fingers, Austin didn’t wait, but circled around Clay’s anus exactly twice, and then those long fingers, first one, then two, were inside him, pushing, pushing, pulling, then pushing again.
More lube came out of the small container with another solid snicking sound of the lid when it opened and closed. Austin’s weight shifted down as Austin’s scent, sweet and salty, known and loved, swirled around Clay. He closed his eyes all the way and sank into the sensation of Austin’s cock, a dense, silky weight, lowering then pushing in, just a bit, just the tip, Austin’s fingers slipping out to make room.
All those mechanics, the physical details slipped away as Austin pushed inside of him, the thickness of his cock, the slick head, the lube, the patience—all of it rolled into the trust between them. The sweetness of such closeness. The patient, steady thrust and pull of Austin’s body, the response of Clay’s own, willing, opening up. The meeting of their two hearts in this physical way. The love, pure and strong and good—wove between and around them both, binding them together, making Clay’s heart pound, joy filling him.
The best part, truly, the best, was listening to the soft sounds Austin made as he fucked Clay good and hard. Like music, a small, sweet melody of effort and joy, and when Austin’s fingers clutched at Clay’s hip, clutched with enough strength to perhaps leave marks for the morning, Clay wanted to roll to his back and grab Austin and lift him high and shout to the heavens.
For when was the last time Austin had made love to anyone like this? When was the last time Austin had shoved his rock hard, beautiful and huge penis into anyone? Ages and ages.Ages. And now Clay was the lucky, lucky recipient, his body open and ready for those final hard short thrusts. Ready for the warmth to trickle down the inside of his thighs. Ready for Austin to pull out and land hard, collapsing on Clay’s back, his hands stroking Clay’s thighs as he sighed.
“Jesus wow,” whispered Austin. “You’re so tight. And hot. No, I mean, literally, hot. The inside of an ass ishot.”
“Mine is the only ass you will ever know,” said Clay, whispering, as though saying his vows. “The only ass you will ever need.”
“And the prettiest ass, as well,” said Austin. By now he’d adjusted himself, resting on the back of Clay’s thighs, his balls warm on Clay’s skin, the light touch of his penis leaving a trace of dampness. “What say you we take a shower and then try this again. And this time I’m going to go even slower.”
Clay’s cock gave a jump to alert him that it was willing if he was.
“You got it,” said Clay. He smiled as he raised himself up on his elbows, turning to look up at Austin, who was looking flushed and a little smug, well pleased with himself, as he should be. “This can also be done standing up in a shower, I’ll have you know, though it does get a little slippery.”
“Any way you want it,” said Austin. Leaning down, he peppered Clay’s back with kisses, his palms cupping Clay’s ass. “Any way at all.”
The purest form of love, it seemed, was not in the taking, but in the giving. And this time, upon impulse, Clay did roll to his back, clutching Austin’s thighs to make sure Austin knew that he was not to roll off, but to stay in place. Then he looked up at Austin, at that handsome, serious face, those gorgeous freckles along his shoulders, the red-gold hair that dusted his chest. All of Austin was all around him now, like a cape of muscle and strength.
“I love you,” Clay said. “You give me everything I never knew I needed. I love you.”
Austin’s eyes shone brightly as he bent down to kiss Clay on the chin, on his mouth, on his nose.
“You are my love, my heart.” Austin’s mouth moved softly across Clay’s lips as he said this. “My always.”
For a moment, Clay lay perfectly still, absorbing the moment into his soul. Then he shifted, his skin laced with sweat, semen drying between his legs.
“Is it shower time?” asked Austin.
“Yes, it is,” said Clay. “Let’s shower. And while we shower, I’m probably going to bend over and pick up the soap.”
“Oh, I wish you would,” said Austin, his lovely mouth curving into a smile. “I wish you would.”
“I will, my love,” said Clay. “I most certainly will.
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