My balls tighten too, and I spill more precum onto the damp sheets, sucking and fingering him until he goes limp and a sweet smile stretches his lips. I let his cock slip out of my mouth, but I keep my fingers buried inside of him, feeling the twitching aftershocks of his orgasm still quivering through his muscles.
“Take a break for our food?” I offer hoarsely, ignoring the throb of protest in my cock.
Percy shakes his head. “It’ll keep for a few more minutes. I can’t wait for you to fuck me bare. I need it now or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
I moan in response and ease my fingers out of him. He hisses as they slip free, and I reach for the bottle of lube, pouring some onto my cock and rubbing it in with a loose grip. Percy spreads his legs wider, giving me the perfect view of his relaxed, glistening hole and his wet, swollen cock. My cock jerks in my hand and another moan rumbles in my throat.
“This might be over embarrassingly fast,” I say.
“I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
I chuckle, grabbing his hips and tugging him roughly towards me. He moans at the manhandling, and his cock twitches eagerly again. I notch the head of my cock against his warm, soft hole and brace my elbows on either side of his head, bumping his nose with mine and holding his gaze as I rock my hips forward.
The heat of his insides is so much more intense with nothing between us, and so is the squeeze of his rim around my shaft asI slowly fill him. My gut tightens and I let out a guttural moan at the same moment that Percy’s lips catch mine. He swallows it and echoes it back, the sound vibrating between us as I bottom out inside of him, his rim clenching around the base of my cock and his chest bumping mine with every heavy breath.
I don’t even want to move. I just want to live here, as deep inside of him as I can get, with nothing but the sound of our harsh breathing and muffled moans filling the room, and the smell of sweat and lube filling my nose. Percy doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush either. Our kiss is patient and slow, and he runs his hands over my body like he’s memorizing every inch of me, tracing the slope of my spine and the curves of my shoulders.
He starts to rock his hips slowly and my balls tighten. The need to hold him and justfeelhim ignites into something more urgent that we both can feel. The kiss gets heavier, and I start to thrust inside him, faster and faster. His hands still roam over my body, but it’s rougher now, his fingers digging into my biceps and his teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
The sound of our slapping skin joins our panting breaths and stifled grunts and groans as I rut into him, my hips snapping frantically.
“So good, so good, so goooooood,” he whines against my lips, and I growl in agreement.
It’s better than good. It’s fucking heaven.
Harder, deeper, I fill him over and over, my balls getting heavier and my cock getting stiffer. My stomach grinds against Percy’s cock with every thrust, and his moans get louder. We’re not even really kissing anymore, just panting into each other’s mouths, our foreheads and noses bumping with every thrust.
I slam into him one more time, and I’m done for. My balls constrict hard and fast, and my cock starts to throb. Knowing there’s nothing between us makes the first pulse of my orgasmso intense I forget to breathe. Knowing every rope of cum that shoots out of my dick is finding a home deep inside of him is enough to make me dizzy.
“Feel my cum, baby?” I growl, snapping my hips wildly.
“Yes,” Percy wails, and his hole clenches around me hard, his orgasm spurring mine on, milking me until my balls are drained and my lungs are burning for oxygen.
Our lips brush in a breathless, exhausted kiss and my hips jerk with the fading aftershocks of pleasure until my softening dick finally slips out of him and we both hiss.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I laugh as I roll off of him. “No thanks needed, believe me.”
“I meant for making me feel good… desired. It’s nice. I—” He clears his throat. “—really like you.”
“I really like you too.” I brush another kiss to his lips. His stomach growls and we both laugh again. “I bet you’re glad I ordered way too many egg rolls now.”
“Ooh, food,” he says, like he only just remembered that we ordered.
“It should be here by now.” I roll off the bed and stride across the room to my dresser. “Here, you can wear this if you want. Sorry again about your shirt.”
“It’s fine.” He catches the T-shirt I toss him, and because I’m feeling particularly possessive right now, I throw him a pair of boxers too.
We trade looks and dirty smiles while we both get dressed. My shirt is way too big on him, but he looks damn good drowning in my clothes. I sweep him up into my arms once we’re dressed and he squeals with laughter. My heart thunders and all the things I’ve been feeling since Percy walked through the door of Sweat start to take shape, getting more solid and undeniable.
I’m falling in love with him.
Maybe the realization should freak me out, but it feels inevitable and right. It feels like coming home.
I don’t have much time to think about it though as three sets of eyes all swivel in our direction as soon as I reach the living room. Fender, Silas, and Callan are all on the couch with our food spread out on the coffee table in front of them, open and already half-eaten.
“I’m not sure if we’re supposed to applaud that performance or pretend we didn’t hear anything,” Callan says, biting into an egg roll.
