“Oh, really? So if I ever visit your bedroom, where would I find your secret stash?” He straddles me, and without breaking eye contact, rolls a condom down my length.
“Hmm…I'm not sure I want to make it easy for you,” I tease. “After all, you might fall in love with my alien ovipositor, and I definitely can't measure up to that.”
“I'm sorry, your what?” he asks, stopping himself before he uncaps the bottle of lube.
“I'll show you one day. Right now, I need to be inside you before I expire from need.”
My words give him the incentive to finish what he's doing. Watching him open himself for me is the sexiest sight I've ever seen. It's a shame I can't see his fingers going in and out of his tight hole, but the roll of his eyes and tightening of his belly are enough of a show.
Clive rarely wanted to bottom for me, and I fell into the role even after he left me. To see Arlo enjoy just taking his fingers is mind-blowing and arousing as fuck.
“I'm ready,” he says and positions himself, preparing to bear down on my cock.
I grit my teeth when I feel him open up for me. “Fuck, Arlo. You feel so good.” The tightness is overwhelming, and I run through cocktail recipes in my head to stop from coming too soon.
“Just wait until you're all in,” he says. “It's going to be so good, Levi.”
As he promises, it is. His eyes go impossibly dark and his perfect plump lips are trapped between his teeth as he bottoms out and then releases a small sigh.
It's like the world as we know it ceases to exist and gives way to a new one. One where Arlo and I can be one single unit.
“Arlo…” I groan.
He lifts up a little and bears down again.
“Fuck, Levi.”
I let him set the pace until he adjusts to my size. His little moans and gasps increase with his pace. When he leans his head back and holds on to my legs, I know I'm hitting his prostate with every thrust from his hips.
“Arlo, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I say.
“So do you, Levi. Oh fuck, I'm so close.”
I put my hands on his hips and brace my feet on the mattress, and then start matching his downward thrusts with my upward ones.
We're both incapable of more than intelligible garbled sounds. There's a pool of precum on my belly that I wish I could lick. Images of all the future times I can be with Arlo flood my mind.
Sucking him until he comes, getting him inside me, playing with our toys so we're both getting fucked at the same time. The possibilities are endless, especially when I think of how beautiful Arlo would look being taken against the large window in his living room.
My orgasm doesn't give me any kind of warning. I'm hit with the force of a hundred trucks and spill into the condom, shouting his name until there are stars in the back of my eyes.
“Levi!”
I open my eyes in time to watch Arlo come. His mouth open, his skin pink, half-lidded eyes. He's the most beautiful sight in the world right now. I want to capture his image more than I've ever wanted to with anyone, and I regret that I don't have my camera on me.
He laughs and leans forward until he's on my chest.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says.
I put my arms around him, feeling his damp skin. “It most definitely was.”
We stay in that position until we become aware that we need to clean up. I still need to dispose of the condom too.
“Shower?” he asks.
“Please.”
He gets up first, taking me with him. I dispose of the condom as he turns the water on, and we wait for it to warm up.
