Cliff bit his lip as he got on his knees and sunk down onto the sex toy. All the stages of bottoming flashed across his face: the gasp as it went through the ring of muscle, the weirdness, the discomfort of being filled up, the realization that there’s pleasure, the pleasure growing with each hump. Cliff slid up and down, his eyes soon going dizzy with desire, and his lips moving into the gleeful smile of someone living out a fantasy.
“How does it feel? Describe it for me.”
Cliff spoke between gasps for air. “It feels so good.”
“More.”
“It...it’s everything, my whole body...it…”
Brennan could tell he was holding back. “Say it.”
“It feel like you’re fucking me, Brennan. Your cock inside me. I wish it was you. Fuck me so hard.”
Brennan’s desire for Cliff went fucking supernova. His cock was hard as a lead pipe and in a second, it disappeared into Cliff’s delicate mouth.
Cliff’s cock flopped around as he fucked the toy, drops of precum flying to the floor. His warm, slippery tongue slurped around the dick filling his mouth, creating suction that made Brennan see stars. His groaning vibrated against Brennan’s erection.
Watching innocent Cliff take it from both ends was something out of a fantasy, his sweat mixed with rain to give him a slick sheen.
He knew how much Cliff enjoyed getting his hair pulled and his face slapped with Brennan’s fat cock, like he was branding him. But Brennan could barely hold on. His body had been on overdrive since his fingers were inside Cliff - hell, since they were holding hands on the bus - all nerve endings and pins and needles. Cliff lapped at his cock hungrily as he fucked the toy in hard pulses. He was breathing faster like he was going to have a heart attack, and for a second Brennan was worried until he noticed how he was just as close.
“Fuck.” Brennan cried out, unable to stop the barreling train careening into the station. He busted a nut in Cliff’s mouth, holding himself up against the column as he rode the most intense orgasm of his life.
Regret filled up the space inside him vacated by desire. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t give you any warning.”
“I liked it.” Cliff licked his glistening lips.
“Very good.” Brennan wiped a drop of come off Cliff’s chin and let Cliff suck it dry.
“Now it’s your turn to come, baby. You going to make a mess all over my floor?”
Cliff resumed his fast speed on the dildo. He sucked Brennan’s half-hard cock but soon he was moving too fast, his body a tight coil ready to come undone.
He reached the last stage of bottoming. Brennan remembered it well. The orgasm like a balloon expanding inside you, consuming every cell of your being, threatening to split you in half. It was the most intense feeling Brennan had ever experienced.
Cliff threw his head back and muttered the Lord’s name over and over as he released streaks of come across the floor, hitting their discarded clothes in the process.
Brennan lifted Cliff up and untied his hands.
“I think I need to lie down.” Cliff collapsed onto the bed, his skin flushed pink and hair a mess.
“Are you all right?” Brennan worried that he pushed Cliff too far. Yet a dazed grin crossed Cliff’s mouth, and he patted the empty space next to him.
Brennan collapsed on the bed, feeling the exhaustion hit him. Without saying a word, Cliff turned to his side, and Brennan big spooned him, wrapping an arm around his slick torso, burying his nose in his hair and letting the magic of Cliff envelop him. His chest pressed against Cliff’s back, feeling the warmth of this beautiful being against his skin. It was natural, two puzzle pieces interlocking.
“If any of this goes too far, please let me know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Cliff turned his neck to look at him. “That’s what the safe word is for.”
Their lips met in a tender but driven kiss that set off fireworks in his chest. He dragged fingers through Cliff’s hair and caressed his jaw with his thumb, savoring every inch of him, every second of this magical collision.
Brennan didn’t know how long they made out. He didn’t know when they eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms. Time became a soupy blur. All he knew was that there was no other place in the world he wanted to be.
17
CLIFF
Despite striving to get a solid eight hours each night, most of Cliff’s sleeps were a patchwork of naps strung together. A lot of waking up then falling back asleep and finding rest somewhere in the middle.
