That was all Bash needed to hear.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for months,” he whispered, slowly rubbing the head of his cock against Adonis’s hole.
“Well. What are you waiting for?”
Bash lined up and pushed inside Adonis, just the tip of his cock. Adonis gasped sharply. “Fuck,” he whimpered.
“Good boy,” Bash whispered. “You’re ready to take my cock.”
“Yes,” Adonis gasped. “Yes, I am.”
Another thrust and he was deeper in Adonis. Almost halfway in.
Adonis gripped the sheets, his head buried in a pillow. He breathed deeply, grunting as he welcomed Bash inside.
“You’re doing so good,” Bash encouraged him. He knew he was big. “Monstrously big,” Neil had once said, which Bash took as a compliment. Not all guys were comfortable taking it. Adonis seemed to welcome the challenge.
“Okay,” Adonis said, as Bash slid another inch in. “I think I’m ready.”
Bash sank all the way in, and Adonis whimpered. “Oh my god. You’re so fucking big.”
“How does it feel?”
“So fucking good.”
That was fucking right. Bash began to fuck Adonis, slowly at first. He wanted to savor this. Wanted to make this last. Wanted to show Adonis with his body all the things he didn’t yet know how to say with his words. He didn’t even knowwhathe had to say, but sex, that primal form of communication, felt right at the moment.
He picked up speed, thrusting into Adonis’s ass until he was pounding him from the back, their flesh slapping together, Adonis’s grunts of pleasure and pain mixing with the occasional “fuck” and “yes” and “oh my god.”
Their bodies were wet with sweat, their breathing tight and ragged.
Adonis’s ass was Bash’s. Bash claimed it with each thrust, with each slap, each spanking and pinching of the flesh and muscle. With every mark, Adonis whimpered with pleasure, begging for more.
Bash was more than happy to give him more.
They fucked in various positions; Bash took him from behind, from the side, and from below when Adonis climbed atop him and rode him until Bash was close to cumming.
Adonis was beautiful, astride him like that. His hands were braced on the planes of Bash’s chest, and he knelt with his knees on either side of Bash’s torso. He rode Bash vigorously, and Bash thrust up inside him, each deep plunge making Adonis grimace with pain and pleasure.
“Yes,” he gasped, sweat dripping down his face. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
He grabbed his cock in one hand, and before he could stroke it more than twice, he came, spurting cum all over Bash’s chest and stomach.
His head was tipped back, his breathing coming in long, deep gasps. Two words escaped from his lips: “Breed me.”
Bash caught the back of Adonis’s head with his hand, brought him down closer, and kissed him.
“Gladly,” he murmured into Adonis’s lips. Three more thrusts, and he reached the brink of orgasm. Adonis grinded against him, clenching around Bash’s cock, and Bash gasped, the explosiveness of his orgasm overtaking him.
Adonis rode the orgasm all the way through, clenched tightly around Bash as Bash filled him with cum.
Finally, Bash released Adonis’s head, and Adonis sat back, Bash’s cock still inside him.
“Holy fuck,” he said. “Thatwas worth the wait.”
They collapsed beside each other on the bed. Bash handed Adonis a waiting towel. When Adonis had done a cursory job of wiping himself clean of lube and cum, Bash pulled him in for another kiss. It was instinct more than anything.
If Adonis was surprised that Bash wanted to kissafterfucking, he didn’t show it. He melted into the kiss, sweaty and spent, and then rested his head on Bash’s shoulder.
