“Lube and condoms,” I mutter.
He eases my legs off of his shoulders, and my body trembles even harder now, my hole clenching at the sudden loss of his tongue and my hips jerking unintentionally at the promise of what’s to come. Butch looks like the filthiest wet dream I could ever imagine, his hair messy from my fingers, spit dripping down his chin, a wild, horny look in his eyes as he licks his lips and grins down at me.
“What are you waiting for?” I nudge him when he doesn’t immediately move to get the supplies.
“Just admiring the view.” His eyes roam over me nice and slowly for another few seconds, and then he finally leans over to pull open the nightstand drawer.
The condoms have been purely aspirational, so the box is unopened, but the bottle of lube is half-empty. No shame, but I’m definitely not about to tell him I’ve gone through a bottle and a half since I met him, which is a huge uptick from my usual usage rate. He tears into the box and pulls out a condom.
“Hang on to this for me.” He hands it to me with another wink and then pours some of the lube onto his fingers. Then, he settles himself next to me with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out, his cock standing at attention with precum gleaming on his tip. “Come here,” he crooks his lubed fingers at me, which is so filthy and absurd that it makes me pant as I scramble to do exactly what he wants.
I straddle Butch’s thighs, his cock nudging mine, my hands braced on his sturdy chest, still clutching the condom. He slips his fingers into my spit-slicked crease, and I melt into him, arching my back so he has a better angle and burying my face in the crook of his neck.
BUTCH
“Remember to breathe, baby,” I remind him, tracing the curve of his spine with one hand and teasing his soft, needy hole with the other.
I could get off on his breathy whimpers alone. The way he jerks his hips and pants my name, all muffled against my shoulder, is hotter than any sex I’ve had so far in my life. I slip the tip of one finger past his tight pucker, and he makes another pornographic sound, biting down on the corded muscles of my neck. He clenches, then relaxes, rocking his hips to force my finger deeper.
“I told you that you don’t have to be gentle.” He rolls his hips again, moaning when my finger slides all the way in. “I’ve fingered myself plenty of times.”
“Yeah?” I slowly pull my finger out until just the tip is tugging at his rim, and then I fill him with it again. “You ever finger yourself thinking of me, Rocky? Have you laid right here in your bed, quietly gasping my name as you got yourself off and wished like hell I was here with you?”
Percy moans and nods against my shoulder.
“A lot. Too much,” he confesses, reaching between us and wrapping his hand around my cock.
He pulls his face out of the crook of my neck and sits back, taking my finger deep again. He meets my eyes, and he alreadylooks fucking wrecked in the best way, his cheeks flushed and his skin sweaty.
“Have you?” His voice trembles and he angles my cock towards his, using the tip of mine to tease his as he grinds down on my finger.
I let out a hoarse laugh, precum drooling eagerly out of my slit and my balls already tight and aching at the promise of his tight hole squeezing around me.
“Too much,” I echo his answer. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about him in the past month and a half.
I ease my finger out and add a second, instinctively crooking them in search of his prostate before remembering he doesn’t have one. But he doesn’t seem to be feeling the lack of it, swiveling his hips and gasping as he rides my fingers.
“It’s too good,” he sobs, clenching around them and then going still. He brings the condom to his mouth and uses his teeth to tear the package open. “I need you inside me.”
Percy rolls the condom onto my dick and slathers on some more lube, and I catch his lips with mine to savor the gasp of protest he feeds me as I gently tug my fingers out of his soft hole. He shuffles closer, our mouths moving together as he notches my tip against his hole, and as he sinks down, the kiss turns into a moan. His lips part wide against mine with the sound, and his whole body clenches and trembles. That first tight ring of his muscles is so tight around my cockhead that it’s all I can do not to flip him over and rut into him like a wild animal.
I dig my fingers into his thighs, and he takes a deep breath, relaxing enough that he’s able to slide all the way down onto my cock. His mouth is still pressed against mine, but it’s not a kiss, it’s just the two of us sharing one harsh, panting breath after another.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I groan, my hips rocking involuntarily.
He nods, bumping his nose against mine, and then he starts to move. Slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of being stretched and filled, then faster. His cock nudges against my stomach with every thrust and my hands find their way to his hips, helping him set the perfect rhythm.
His head lolls back, and I greedily lick every inch of his skin I can reach—the long column of his throat, the lightly stubbled edge of his jaw, the hard peaks of his pink nipples—getting drunk on the flavor of his skin as he rides me.
“That’s right, take it, baby. You were fucking made to ride my dick,” I groan, thrusting up to meet every swivel of his hips, the slap of our skin and the sound of our moans drowning out the faint squeak of the bedsprings. “I love your cock grinding against me. Get yourself off, Rocky, I want to feel you come with my dick inside you.”
Percy wails and fucks himself faster. He grabs my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth, lapping at my palm and running his tongue up and down my fingers until I’m dripping with his spit.
“Jerk me off,” he gasps.
He slams his mouth into mine again, and I shove my hand between us to play with his cock. I grind my palm against it in time with his thrusts, teasing his balls with my fingertips at the same time. The kisses become more frantic, just like our fucking. Mindless, primal, fuckinganimalas he gasps my name and slams himself down hard on my cock, over and over.
My balls tighten and the coil of heat in my gut makes my cock harder and harder, until I can’t hold back anymore.
