“Cutie, I’m sorry if it hurts.”
His eyes snapped open and he sank the last inch in one smooth motion. His cock twitched and he laughed and rocked forward, not off me, just swirling his hips.
“Fuck, Casey bear,” he sighed out.
I couldn’t breathe or think. His thighs were spread wide on either side of me. I ran a hand along the taut muscles and up to caress over his straining cock. He gasped and nodded as I gave him a few teasing strokes. I was inside him—all the way in—and his pretty cock was hot and firm, sparkling at the tip like he was close to exploding himself.
“Move when you’re ready, little brother.”
He lifted himself off me and pleasure gathered low in my abdomen. He rocked on me and bucked off a bit more and then sank back down with a moan. “I can’t. It’s too much. You… you fuck me.”
“No, I’ll hurt you.”
He slid up my length and slammed himself down again, gasping. A dribble of precum flowed from his cockhead, and I smeared my thumb through it.
“Oh,” he said and swirled his hips. “Oh God, you hit that spot no matter what I do.” He moaned and rocked harder on me. I grasped his waist and helped him move faster. He added a flex of his hips on his slide down and then leaned forward and rested his good hand on my chest for support. I was shocked as he craned his neck to offer me his lips. I leaned forward and kissed him, drowning in his heat from both ends. The dual sensations of his cock pressed to my stomach and his ass surrounding me had my head spinning.
And then he was grinding on me. He slapped our bodies together and cried out between our mouths. Somehow he angled himself differently, and I lifted my legs. He ended up seated with his hips bobbing frantically rather than lifting off me. His cock bounced in a mesmerizing way. The bliss of him squeezing around me melted the rest of my brain. The draw of his body wasn’t quite the stroking sensation I’d get if I flipped him and fucked him, but it had my balls ready to spill. Pleasure must have made his muscles looser because it was easier to stroke deep in his ass. His nipples were hard, and a steady stream of precum gleamed on his cock. He stared at me and a small smile spread across his face. I reached up and stroked him in a steady rhythm until his eyelashes fluttered.
“Casey, you lied,” he accused. “This doesn’t hurt.”
“You’re not really taking it… oh, fuck, that’s good.” I gasped as he wriggled faster on me.
Time drifted by in a wonderful haze and the pleasure in me twisted and built steadily. I’d had partners on top before, but he was in charge right now, not me. I’d have never thought to tell him that the maddening, measured torture he was performing on me would be good for him, so I was glad he’d taken over. I steadied him when he tried to grip my shoulder with his bad hand.
Angel bared his teeth, lifted off me, and then slammed down again. He screwed his eyes closed and tensed around me, which had bliss throbbing on my cockhead. Electricity sparked deep in my gut and stole my breath. He gasped and shook, and I watched his cock, waiting with anticipation for the eruption. His insides milked me, and I groaned at the rush of nearly there excitement while my adrenaline spiked and tensed my muscles.
He shivered on top of me. “Weird. It was like coming but not.” He whined and circled his hips on me harder.
“Was it good?”
“Yeah, but not enough.” Sweat beaded on his brow. I thrust upward and he gasped.
“Moving you.” He nodded, and I rolled us. I wasn’t careful enough and his cast smacked the bed.
“Don’t worry about it,” he demanded and wrapped his legs around my middle. “Fuck me, Casey.”
“No, but I’ll make love to you.”
He chuckled, then nodded. “I want that, yes, please, Casey bear.”
Grinning, I lifted his thighs over my shoulders and started a slow, steady pace into the tightest, hottest, most amazing hole I’d ever had the good luck of fucking. Before long I was jolting him up the bed, and he had to put his hand out to stop himself from hitting the top. I slowed, but he shook his head at me to keep going.
“Casey bear, I love you, too,” he whispered against my neck. He gave my Adam’s apple a lick that skittered electricity along my skin. “Just so you know.”
I lost it and leaned down to kiss him, fucking into him hard enough that he tilted his head back and cried out, but I sucked at his bottom lip and couldn’t stop. I was so fucking close. My toes curled into the blankets. His face went red while his pretty lips fell open in a silent yell. Cum splashed my stomach, and I looked down to see him unloading thick spurts without a hand on him.
My body went white hot and I roared, driving my cock as deeply into him as I could. I wished I wasn’t in a condom. I wanted to leave my cum in him, mark him, make sure he could feel me later. I rutted and he gripped my shoulder, moaning.
“That’s so good, Casey bear. Love it. Thank you.” He pressed kisses to my cheek, my jaw, my neck, anything he could reach. “I want to fucking forget him. I want to forget everything except my time with you. I only want to think about you.”
“Me too,” I murmured and kissed him. “You deserve the entire fucking world, and I’ll give it to you. You never have to think about him again if you don’t want to. You never, ever have to lay eyes on him again. Promise.”
Angel buried his face against my neck and for a second I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I felt wetness dribble onto my skin. I swore and pulled out of him carefully, holding the condom so I wouldn’t spill it, but then I just hugged him. He squeezed me back as hard as he could. Eventually I twisted around and pulled him onto my chest. His small weight was enough to ground me and keep me from disappearing into the awful parts of my past. I had Angel right here with me, and he was nothing but sunshine.
It was really fucking good to have someone else who understood the worst of me. I kissed his lips while he gasped for breath and wiped away tears. It was only fair that he’d end up being one of the best parts of my life, too.
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