I stood with Theo in my arms; he laughed, breath tickling my throat, as I carried him inside and down to my bedroom, not even considering that someone could very well be hanging around. Luckily, the corridor was deserted.
I set him down on the bed, where Theo tore his clothes off and spread open without waiting, eyes glassy from kissing and need.
I went slow, ignoring his whimper to justfuck him,even if the desire was pooling in my stomach.
I licked at his collarbone, paused at the hollow of his chest, hands following his ribs, waist, hipbones. Theo moaned softly, titling his head back and tangling his fingers into my hair.
“More.” He whispered, desperate.
I smirked, kissing him again as my hand continued to wonder, a long, lazy line down Theo’s belly.
He arched. I cupped him first, just to hear the soft, helpless noise he made. Then my fingers slid lower, brushing teasingly before he lifted his hips, and I pressed one finger inside. Theo groaned into the kiss, body tightening around my finger, and I shushed him gently.
“You’re okay,” I murmured.
“I fucking know.” Theo whined, parting his thighs wider.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered, voice suddenly rough, as I pushed another finger in.
Theo shivered.
I waited until he was still again, until his breathing evened out, then I added a third finger.
Theo gasped, fingers clutching at my hair, tugging hard.
I paused, thumb smoothing over his hipbone.
“Get in me.” He whispered “fuck, Matt, please-“
“Shh.” I shushed again as I removed my fingers “be patient.”
“I’vebeenpatient.” He groaned “please-“
I eased us together, and Theo’s hips immediately lifted, moaning loudly, his whole body shivering and hand tightening it’s grip on my bicep when I finally pushed inside, as if he were trying to hold me in place, as if I had anywhere else I wanted to be.
I kissed along his cheek, jaw, lips. “You okay?” I whispered, just to be sure, though Theo was already nodding, hands clutching at me.
“Yeah-God, yeah-don’t stop.”
So I didn’t.
His name seemed to keep repeatingitself in my mind, all other thoughts lost as I thrust into the others tight hole, my eyes singularly focused on the sweat glistening across flushed freckled cheeks, on his whimpers and moans, eyes hazy with the pleasure I was giving him.
“Mmmmm, Matt I’m-“ Theo cut himself off with a desperate moan, his head slamming back as my lips found their way to his nipples, sucking and biting with renewed vigour; my hand reached to stroke his cock, causing him to clench around me, the all encompassing heat making me groan as I chased my orgasm. “Matt-“ Theo groaned “Matt, I’m going to-“ he tightened violently as his cock spurted, splattering white across my stomach, his eyes rolling back, both the sight and sensation pushing me to follow, gasps and groans of pleasure filling the air as the high took us.
My mind was still focused on the beautiful boy beneath me when he finally stopped shaking.
“Theo?” I murmured, pressing a kiss against his sweaty forehead, “ok?”
“Better than ok…” he replied breathily, still panting, smiling lazily.
I began to pull out, heart stuttering at the slightly pained groan that followed.
“Are you sore? hurt?”
“Just sore. I’m fine.” He mumbled, yet I was already crawling back up the bed, placing kisses across his legs, stomach, chest, neck and eventually his face, sighing softly, "perfect."
A giddy smile broke across Theo’s face before he rolled us over, leaning over me then flopping his body down, nuzzling his face into my chest with a throaty groan.
