“Fingers, ass, kiss.” Wright barely got the words out before his lips were on Xander’s. He got the message though; he wanted Xander to open him up while they kissed. It was hard to concentrate enough to blindly pour the lube on his hand and it got a bit messy, sure that a few drops fell to Wright’s back.
He swiped his tongue against Wright’s while his finger teased around his rim. He was tight, but his hole sucked his finger in greedily. Wright started moving his hips back and forth immediately. He broke the kiss and laid his palms flat on Xander’s chest, pushing himself up so Xander had a clear view of his torso and the tip of his cock. He added a second finger and watched as Wright’s face twisted, his mouth hung open. If he wasn’t muttering a soft string of curses and requests for more, Xander would have been concerned.
“Fuck,” Xander muttered. He wasn’t subtle as he bucked his hips to get Wright to move just a bit and he grabbed his own dick, squeezing the base to keep himself from coming at the sight alone. Wright looked down at him with a knowing smirk. Xander was breathing hard and he didn’t dare to let go of himself until he was sure he could get through the rest of prepping him without finishing. “You are a damn wet dream, Wright.”
“Did you almost come just from watching me?”
“Knowing that it was my fingers in your ass that had you looking so blissed out, yeah.”
“Can’t be having that,” Wright said with a smirk. “Here, maybe this will help.”
Xander was at a loss for words when Wright changed the direction he was facing. He was on his hands and knees, his ass resting on Xander’s chest now. He wiggled his hips. “Shit. This is not helping.”
“Then get a move on,” Wright said. He almost sounded annoyed that Xander wasn’t touching him. If Xander had any self-control, he’d drag it out. But not today. He tried to regain some composure and grabbed Wright’s hips, pushing him to the side and moving to cover his back with his body. Wright went willingly, albeit with a small squeal from the movement, lying on his stomach, trapped between the mattress and Xander. Theroom filled with carefree giggles and Xander knew he was in love with him. “Not what I had in mind.”
“You’re a little tease, gorgeous.” Xander’s hand trailed down his side and found his hole. From his mishap earlier, there was still plenty of lube. He pushed his finger in all the way and smiled when Wright moaned and bit his bottom lip. “Can’t talk now, huh?”
Xander added a second finger, eyes fluttering at how tight he was. He curled his fingers and found Wright’s prostate, smiling to himself and kissing the back of Wright’s neck when he cried out with pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out, increasing the speed, sometimes hitting his prostate and sometimes intentionally missing it. Wright was panting below him, his hands were gripping the blanket at the foot of the bed.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Xander meant it as a joke, but he felt the way Wright’s body tensed. And not in an orgasm-about-to-hit kind of way.
“No. Don’t- Fuck, please don’t say that again. Not like this.”
Xander didn’t have to ask any follow up questions about what he meant. It must have been something his dad said once. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, to have him think of anything but Xander and this moment. He pulled his fingers out and turned him to his back. He loved how easy Wright let him control his body, manipulate him into whatever position he wanted. Xander’s feet were under the pillow as he buried his face against Wright’s groin. He licked, sucked on his thighs, nipped at his hip.
Chapter Sixteen
~ Wright ~
Wright’s thoughts were solely back on Xander and the way he was fucking his tongue in and out of his ass. His finger alongside it, he was being stretched open in the best of ways. That short phrase had threatened to bring back a slew of memories, all the times his dad told him he was worthless, not strong enough. But then Xander had flipped him over like it was nothing and had his mouth on him in less time than it took him to take a full breath and the thoughts were gone again. He was here, with Xander. The man he trusted and found hot as fuck. The man that apparently loved to have his tongue on every inch of his body. Not that Wright was complaining. Knowing that Wright could have a man as muscley and hot as Xander throating him gave him a sense of power.
“Xander.” The word was a plea on his lips. He tried to buck his hips up, to get away from the probing digits and the warmth of his mouth. He was so close to coming already. “I think I’m more than ready.”
“I’ll say when you’re ready,” Xander said. Wright looked down the length of his body. Xander’s hand was wrapped around his cock. His very normal sized length, unlike the one that he wasgearing up to take. He was sweating with anticipation. “This is payback for that little comment earlier.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a one and done man in your old age.” Wright said. He squealed and twisted his hips when Xander pushed three fingers into him. He was edging him. Something that Wright loved to read about but fuck it was annoyingly good in person. He was more than ready for Xander’s cock, but he wasn’t going to get it if he kept up. He couldn’t help it though. He was in a good mood and Xander was surprisingly playful in bed. Wright loved the easiness of it all.
He’d been worried all week about how this therapy appointment would go. He’d talked to Paxton about it some more yesterday, just talking about if it was a good idea or not. She reminded him that if he wanted to do more than grounds work, he’d have to at least be comfortable around the ropes. It was hard, touching it willingly, but he’d done it and he’d been proud of himself. The way Xander smiled and looked at him gave him the extra boost of confidence he needed. So, he could take a little more edging if it meant they continued this playful back and forth.
“You just wait, baby.” Xander removed his fingers and swiped them on the side of the bed. He moved himself back to his original position against the pillows. Wright sat up but didn’t move toward him right away. He was waiting. He loved the dynamic of being bossed around. It was hot and had his cock leaking and threatening to end this way too early. “Look who is on the edge now.”
“Shut up.” Wright moved quickly to straddle his hips again when he held out his hand. He lifted up while Xander slipped the condom on behind him and then guided Wright to sit back a little. “Finally.”
Xander swatted his ass playfully. Wright let out a long moan as the pain of his hand turned to prickles of pleasure. “Did you like that?”
“I’m not telling you,” Wright said. He lowered himself onto Xander’s dick and let out a moan for a whole other reason. “Oh fuck!”
It took him only a minute before he was fully seated, his ass to Xander’s groin. He was so full. He placed his hand on his abdomen, sure he could feel Xander rearranging his insides already and he hadn’t even moved.
“Do you want to move or me?” Xander asked. Wright looked at him and placed his palms flat on his chest again, hoping it was answer enough for the man currently balls deep inside him. The first thrust came hard and he cried out, pleasure ripping through his body.
“Oh shiiiiit!” Wright had no control over the noises coming from his mouth as Xander showed him just how strong his legs were. His thighs were magic. He was pumping in and out of him fast, hitting his prostate again and again. Wright was taking it, feeling that bubble of pleasure growing until it threatened to burst.
“Come on, Wright.” Xander grunted the words. “Fuck, baby. I need you to come for me. I want to see you come untouched.”
Wright didn’t think about that. This entire time, he’d not once touched himself. He looked down Xander’s chest, watched as his own cock bobbed with each thrust of Xander’s hips. Drops of cum were already across Xander’s stomach. He ran his fingers through the hair on his chest and tossed his head back. Xander’s hands were on his hips, guiding him up and down, matching his thrusts. Wright was completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.
“Fuuuuuck,” Wright moaned the curse as his body tensed and then let go. Ropes of cum made a mess everywhere, themotion of Xander’s hips still bouncing his entire body up and down. The first spurt hit Xander’s chest, the second Wright’s arm, the third hit his own stomach. It was messy and hot. Xander sped up, grunting and cursing all the same. He pushed Wright’s hips down as his hips bucked up, burying himself as far as he could inside his ass. It was glorious. Amazing. The best and hottest thing Wright had ever experienced. “Oh, oh. Fuck, Wright. Goddamn, baby.”
