I pause anyway, jaw clenched, thighs shaking. Partly for him. Mostly because I'm about two seconds from blowing my load like a goddamn teenager.
Holy shit.This is... this is nothing like anything I've ever felt. He's so tight around me, squeezing, and every tiny movement he makes sends sparks up my spine.
"Move." Doc's fingers claw at the sheets. "Gavin, move, I swear to god?—"
I move.
I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in. Doc cries out, and I do it again. And again. Setting a pace that's probably too fast, too hard, but I can't help it. Can't slow down. Not when he feels this good, sounds this good, takes me this well.
"Fuck, Doc, you're so tight." The words spill out without permission. "So hot inside. Taking me so good, baby, fucking perfect?—"
"Harder." He's pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts, but I'm too big, too strong. I'm fucking him up the bed with every stroke, his body sliding on the sheets. "Gavin, harder, please?—"
He reaches up and grabs the headboard, bracing himself so he doesn't get shoved into the wall. The new angle changes everything; he's tighter somehow, and I can go deeper, and I'm losing my mind.
I lean over his back, covering him completely. My hands find the headboard, too, both gripping outside of where he's holding on for dear life. He's pushing back to keep from getting crushed. I'm holding on to pull myself deeper.
"Yes, yes, yes—" Doc is chanting beneath me, voice breaking on every thrust. "Right there, fuck, don't stop, don't stop?—"
"Never." I'm babbling too now, can't stop. "Feel so good, Doc, never felt anything like this, want to stay inside you forever, want to fuck you every day, want?—"
Doc grinds around me, his hips moving in a way I didn't know hips could and my vision whites out for a second.
"Close," he gasps. "I'm close, Gavin, I'm gonna?—"
"Come for me." I shift my angle, trying to hit that spot, and I must succeed because he screams. Actually screams, loud enough that the whole house probably heard it. His whole body goes rigid, ass clamping down on my cock like a vice, and I feel him pulsing around me as he comes.
And that’s all he wrote.
My rhythm shatters. I punch into him once, twice, three more times, and then I'm coming too, swearing and shaking and fucking him through it until I've got nothing left.
We collapse together. I try to pull out, try to roll off so I don't crush him, but his hand shoots back and grabs my hip.
"No. Stay." His voice is wrecked, barely audible. "Just... for a minute. Want to feel you."
So I stay. Softening inside him, weight carefully balanced so I don't squash him flat. We breathe together in the quiet.
"Doc?"
"Mm?"
"Am I..." I swallow hard. This feels like a stupid question, but I need to know. "Am I less gay because I don't know if I want to bottom?"
He laughs, soft and tired. "Gavin. No. That's not how it works."
"You sure?"
"Positive." He shifts beneath me, and we both hiss at the sensation. "Besides, I would feel like a chihuahua trying to fuck a Great Dane. Funny in memes, but logistically? Not working for me."
I snort. "Did you just compare yourself to a chihuahua?"
"A very feisty chihuahua. With excellent taste in Great Danes."
I bury my face in his neck, laughing. "You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
I do. God help me, I really do.
