“I have one more question for you,” Xander said as he walked back toward the bedside table. “Can I take a picture? Just for myself.”
“That’s fine,” Wright said almost immediately. He watched Xander grab his phone and turn it on him. Wright wasn’t sure what he looked like, but the way Xander’s cock twitched gave him a good idea. To add to the photo, Wright closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He stretched his body out, arching his back. After his first picture, Wright discovered that Xander loved sending photos when they weren’t together most of the day. Some were innocent, but others were a little more risqué. He loved them all equally. “I’d kind of like to see what I look like anyway.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re perfect, you know that?” There was a thud, like Xander had dropped his phone on the floor, and Wright opened his eyes. Xander climbed onto the mattress and covered Wright’s body with his own. His hips pushed into Xander’s and his cock twitched with the anticipation. Wright moved his body with him easily, both of them rutting against each other to chase whatever friction they could. It was a little awkward only being able to move one foot, but Wright made it work. “Shit, Wright. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he panted against Xander’s lips. Xander kissed more of his skin and Wright definitely let out a whine. Out of frustration or horniness, he couldn’t tell. He had all the good emotions running through his body. “I’m so ready for this. Please, Xander. I need this.”
He may have been playing dirty, adding more moans and breaths to his words. He knew that Xander loved when he begged. And it worked. He kissed him again, his hands trailing up Wright’s arms blindly. He took both of Wright’s hands in one of his. With one final look to confirm he was okay with this, Xander turned his attention from Wright’s face to the rest of his body.
He moved torturously slow, kissing parts of him but ignoring the one part that was already demanding attention. Xander’s lips brushed lightly over his inner thighs and his whole body lit up. Wright let out a quick yelp when his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, his tongue lathing over the mark and up the crease next to his groin. He flexed his toes of his tied-up leg, not able to move it away or toward him. Xander was giving him just enough to tease him, keep him on edge. The feeling was incredible but infuriating. His cock was leaking, hard and red. Ready for any sort of attention.
“Xander!” Wright shouted his name when he lightly scraped his teeth against his cock. He was playing a dangerous game with the most sensitive spot of his body. Xander lifted his head to see Wright pulling at the rope around his wrists and smirked. He darted his tongue out, pressing against his slit. Wright’s body lurched at the touch and Xander chuckled.
“Next time-” Xander sat up on his knees. He was straddling Wright’s legs, far enough away from his cock. Wright knew his face was showing how impatient he was, but there was no chance of him complaining. Xander would just drag the teasing out longer. Xander ran his fingers up his inner thigh where he’d lefta fresh mark. “I think I want to tie your feet to the bed and your hands behind your back. Make you kneel, all spread out for me, your face in the mattress muffling any noises you make.”
Wright let out a strangled noise. His cock jumped and Xander swiped his pointer finger over his head to collect the bead of precum. Wright’s jaw hung open and he tried to shift his hips to relieve the growing pleasure in his body. Xander smeared his finger across his own bottom lip and then licked it off.
“This is frustrating,” Wright said. He was so beyond turned on at the sight before him. Xander’s cock was just as hard. He wanted it in him, on him. Whatever. He just wanted him. “I can’t touch you.”
“This is what you wanted, baby.” Xander’s hand trailed down his own chest. Wright watched as his fingers brushed the hair on his chest, traveled down to his groin. He wrapped a hand around himself and gave Wright a sight he’ll never forget. Xander dropped his head back and stroked himself a few times, letting out a long moan while he worked himself over. “Have you had enough?”
“No,” Wright lied. He’d had enough of the teasing. But he loved it as much as he hated it. He could probably come just from watching his man pleasure himself while he couldn’t do anything. “But I won’t object to you getting on with the main event.”
Xander opened his eyes again and Wright smirked at him. He was trying to play it cool, but he wasn’t sure if it was working. Xander grabbed the lube and then directed Wright to twist his body so he was lying on his side, facing away from Xander. Xander’s hand trailed down his thigh and wrapped around the back of his knee. He rested it on Xander’s leg. The next thing Wright knew, a slicked-up finger was pushing against his hole. Not pushing in, just a light tease. Wright tried to push his hips back, to give Xander the go ahead. Xander, in turn,tsk-ed him and rested his head against Wright’s. Wright could feel his breath just under his ear. His words were just a whisper. A sultry, deep whisper that nearly had Wright orgasming before anything else could happen. “So needy, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” Wright said honestly. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Xander kissed his jaw and then his neck and shoulder. Wright relaxed his whole body when Xander finally pressed into him. He started with one finger, then two. Within minutes, he was three fingers deep and rocking their bodies together. They were a chorus of moans and curses, the bed squeaking slightly with their combined movements.
“Ready?” Xander asked. Wright turned his head so he could see the man giving him everything he wanted. He nodded and then bit his bottom lip when Xander’s cock slid into him. Bare. There was nothing between them as he rocked his hips again and again. “Fuck, gorgeous. You are perfect.”
“You too,” Wright panted. Xander pulled back, waited for a beat, and then pushed in deeper. Wright cried out, but not from pain.
Wright started to say something, but his words were cut off when Xander hit that wonderful bundle of nerves and he swore he was floating on a cloud. “Oh fuuuck, Xander. Yes, right there.”
Xander repeated the same motion a few times. He was overstimulated in the best way. Xander’s lips and hands were everywhere. He gripped Wright’s jaw in his hand and turned his face so he could kiss him. It was messy and damn amazing. He pulled away after a few seconds and let his hand travel down Wright’s front and wrap around his dick.
“So hard for me, gorgeous. Are you close?”
“Getting. There.” Wright panted the words out. “Fuck, I love and hate not being able to touch you or move. Harder, please. Touch me.”
“Demanding,” Xander teased him. He quickened his thrusts. Wright was sweating. Xander squeezed his cock on an upstroke, twisted his wrist over his head, and back down. All the while his cock drove into him over and over.
“Yes! Oh god, please, Xander. Right there. Don’t stop.” Wright couldn’t stop his words even if he wanted to. He couldn’t move anything but his right leg, which was still mostly useless because of how good Xander was fucking him. All he could do was take it and enjoy it. Xander flicked his thumb over his slit and brushed his finger under the ridge of his head. He timed his strokes with his thrusts and it was sending Wright into a tailspin of pleasure. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure take over. “I’m coming! I’m- oh!”
They were moving together, bringing each other pleasure as they chased their orgasms. The room was hot, their skin sweaty, dirty. Xander rolled his hips over and over, the sounds of skin on skin mixing with Xander’s grunts. He watched himself shoot his cum over the bed. He tightened his ass with each wave, knowing that it was something Xander loved feeling. His body continued to ripple with pleasure and Xander’s thrusts faltered.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m going to come, gorgeous.” Xander fucked into Wright’s body a few more times before he pressed his whole body against him. They were the most connected they could ever be.
Wright swore he could feel Xander’s cock throb inside him as he came. His mind was half out, though, and his whole body spent from his own orgasm. Xander’s hand had let go of his cock and he was just holding him tight now, pressed tightly against him. There was nothing better in the world than that moment.
Chapter Twenty-One
~Wright~
Wright fell asleep curled into Xander. He’d stayed connected with Wright for a minute after he came until his cock was soft. He pulled out slowly and Wright could feel it leaking out of him while Xander untied his leg and arms. His muscles were a little sore, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He felt incredible. They showered together, Xander laughing and doing most of the work because Wright couldn’t get his limbs to cooperate with him fully. Not that Xander was complaining. He’d put his briefs on while Xander stripped the bed. They worked together to put new sheets on. The weather was warm and they cracked the bedroom window to let the night air cool the room. It smelled like sex and he loved it. They ate in bed and then fell asleep.
Something woke him up. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he was sure it’d been a noise. The room was dark when he opened his eyes. He was still facing Xander but they’d separated in their sleep just slightly. Movement behind Xander, toward the window, caught his attention. At first he thought it was just the wind, but then he saw a face.
