“Butch.” I whine, snapping my hips faster, my cock bouncing with every thrust and his mouth tugging on my balls in a way that makes my toes curl and my breath come in even sharper pants. “Lick my hole. Open me up for your cock.”
He groans around my sac and then uses his grip on my ass to force me up the bed another inch so he can reach my hole with his tongue. I have no clue how he can breathe like this with his tongue stroking around my rim and my balls pressed against his nose, but he’s not complaining. If anything, his fingers are digging into my ass cheeks harder to hold me in place, and the insatiable grunts and moans are only getting louder.
His saliva mixes with my sweat until I’m dripping wet and my hole is soft and eager to be filled. Every filthy, sloppy sound he makes has my nipples tightening and my cock aching. My thrusts stutter though as my muscles start to protest.
I wheeze out a laugh and Butch stops licking.
“Should I be offended that my rimming skills are making you laugh?” he asks, his words muffled and his lips brushing against the most sensitive parts of me. A hot shiver runs up my spine and I shake my head, then realize he can’t see it.
“No, I wasn’t laughing at you. I’m laughing at how fucking done my legs are. I think I’m about to collapse and actually smother you to death.”
As if to prove my point, my legs shake hard again with a muscle spasm.
“What a way to go though.” He laughs and a puff of hot breath flutters over my sensitive hole. Then, he uses his grip on my ass to lift me off his face like fucking He-Man. I end up on the bed next to him, admiring his puffy lips and wet chin, and the way his chest is heaving with heavy breaths. “Want a raincheck?”
I shake my head again and roll towards him, teasing my fingertips along the dips and slopes of his firm abs, my nose bumping his. I drape one leg over his hips so he can feel my swollen cock against him.
“I think we’ll just have to be less athletic about it,” I say with a laugh.
“Mm.” He rolls onto his side to face me, brushing his lips against mine. “Less athletic works. Like that one Sunday morning when I dragged you on a ten-mile run, and when we came home, we spent an hour in bed grinding against each other nice and slow.”
My breath hitches and fresh heat rushes through my body at the memory. I know the morning he’s talking about. It had started to rain, and we frotted against each other in time with the slow, steady drumbeat of the raindrops on the window, kissing until our lips were sore. When we finally came, it was so intense I nearly blacked out.
“Yeah, just like that,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his.
Butch pulls me closer until our bodies are aligned in all the right places, with our legs tangled around each other, his hard, bare cock against mine, and our chests meeting with every heavy breath we share.
BUTCH
My cock drools a slippery strand of precum onto the head of Percy’s. He whimpers and thrusts against me in the same slow, lazy rhythm our lips and tongues have found. A hard, wild fuck, trading sloppy blowjobs, or torturously unhurried frotting—it makes no difference to me. As long as I have him naked in my bed, moaning and writhing with pleasure, I’m more than satisfied. The salty taste of sweat between our lips and the shape of his smile against mine just make it that much better.
I reach blindly for the lube without breaking the kiss. But once I grab it, I realize my plan isn’t going to work with one arm trapped underneath Percy. I chuckle against his lips and put the bottle of lube into his hand.
“Pour some of that on my fingers for me, baby.”
He laughs right back and helps me out, then tosses the bottle back onto the bed, and we fall right back into the kiss, rocking against each other, his cock dragging against mine, our balls colliding with every slow thrust. I slip my fingers into the crease of his ass, and he groans loudly around my tongue as they glide over his already soft, tender hole.
I circle his rim, teasing him, making him gasp and his thrusts stutter momentarily. His cock twitches against mine, and the feeling has my balls tightening and another rope of precum oozing out to slick between us. I happily swallow every horny sound he feeds me, and ease him back into the idle, relaxed rhythm we had before as I carefully inch the tip of my finger inside him.
He gasps my name, and a possessive growl rumbles in my throat as I kiss him deeper. His rim clenches and relaxes around my first knuckle, then my second knuckle, until my finger isdeep inside his hot, tight channel, thrusting at the same lazy pace as our frotting. His moans vibrate continuously between us, his muscles trembling from exhaustion and from the mounting pleasure. I’m in the same boat, all of my muscles twitching and aching just enough to keep me from rolling him over and fucking him into the bed, but not enough to keep me from getting completely lost in our endless kiss and the feeling of his body against mine.
I’ve enjoyed men with all different body types over the years, but no one has ever fit me the way Percy does. The drag of his cock against mine is fucking heaven, the clench of his tight hole around my finger is goddamn perfection, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Even the way his hands move over my body makes my cock ache and the heat in my gut tighten. But more than anything, it’s the way his sweet little breaths dance over my lips in between each hungry kiss. It’s the way he whispers my name, and the dizzying sounds he makes every time my finger thrusts deeper or my cockhead catches against his. It’sPercy, and he feels like home.
Our rhythm doesn’t speed up, but the urgency in every kiss mounts. Our bodies know each other by now, and it turns every movement into something beautifully mindless and feral. Our hips know exactly how to move so our cocks drag together in just the right way, my fingers know the way he likes his rim tugged and how deep to thrust, and when he starts making little gasping noises around my tongue, the primal part of my brain has no doubt his orgasm is close. My balls tighten in anticipation and a guttural groan lodges itself in my throat.
Percy lets out a strangled sound, digging his fingers harder into my shoulder blades and arching his back. His inner muscles clench tight around my fingers and his cock starts to twitch and spasm against mine as he pants and moans against my lips. The feeling of him quaking and his cock jerking is all the permissionmy body needs to let go and follow him over the edge. Heat explodes in my gut, and my cock starts to pulse, splattering ropes of cum all over his belly and both of our cocks.
We pant into each other’s mouths, our hips jerking involuntarily to chase every last twitch of pleasure that rocks through both of us until we’re spent. Our kiss slows and finally stops, but we stay close, pressed against each other, sticky with sweat and my cum. Percy rests his forehead against mine, his eyes fluttering closed and a contented smile tugging at his lips. He’s so fucking beautiful and sweet. Loving him almost feels like too much, but in the best possible way.
“Move in with me,” I blurt.
His eyes snap open and he sputters a breathless laugh. “Seriously? Or is this just post-orgasm insanity that I shouldn’t read too much into?”
“Seriously.” Sure, the idea only occurred to me this morning when he mentioned his rent going up, and I haven’t really thought about the logistics, but just saying it out loud feels like a weight lifting off my chest. Like I’ve been wanting this without realizing it.
“Where? Here?”
I shrug one shoulder. “I don’t know. We can find a new place if you want. Maybe there’s something closer to campus or closer to the gym.”
