I did it again. Slower this time, tongue flat and wet, tasting him. His thighs were already shaking. I pointed my tongue and pressed inside, just the tip, and he made a sound I'd never heard from him before, high and desperate and broken.
“Please,” he gasped. “Please, please, please—”
I fucked him with my tongue. Slow, shallow thrusts while my hands held him open, while his forehead dropped against the wall and his whole body trembled. He was pushing back against my face now, shameless, chasing it.
“More,” he managed. “I need…fingers…something—”
I pulled back long enough to grab the lube from the dresser. Slicked my fingers, warming them before I touched him. He was already wet from my mouth, relaxed and wanting, and the first finger slid in easy.
“More,” he said again, almost immediately.
I added a second finger and bent to lick around them, tongue and fingers working together. The sound he made was wrecked. His cock hung heavy between his legs, and I reached around with my free hand and stroked him in time with my fingers.
“Holden—” His voice cracked.
Two fingers became three, and once he was gasping, his hands clawing at the plaster for purchase, I pulled my hands away and stood.
The motion was slow. Deliberate. I rose to my full height behind him, my chest against his back, my cock pressing against his ass. He craned his neck to look at me over his shoulder, and the angle was sharp, all that height between us, his head barely reaching my collarbone.
“Turn around,” I said again.
He turned. Looked up at me. Waiting.
I rolled on a condom. Slicked myself, stroking slow, watching his eyes track the movement of my hand. Then I gripped the backs of his thighs and lifted.
Jamie's eyes went wide. His legs wrapped around my waist on instinct, ankles crossing at the small of my back. I had him pinned between my body and the wall, his weight nothing, his whole body trembling.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Holden…”
“I've got you.” I adjusted my grip, one hand under his ass, the other braced against the wall beside his head. “Okay?”
He nodded, speechless for once. His fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise.
I lowered him onto my cock.
Slow. Controlled. Watching his face the whole time—the way his mouth fell open, the way his eyes fluttered shut, the way his whole body went taut as I filled him inch by inch. The position was deep like this, gravity working with me, and when I bottomed out he made a sound that went straight to my spine.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “You feel…I can't…you're so deep—”
“Tell me when.”.
“Now.” His voice cracked. “Move. Please.”
I moved.
The wall took some of the weight, let me thrust up into him with a force that made his breath punch out on every stroke. His legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper, and his hands were everywhere—my shoulders, my neck, finally tangling in myhair and holding on. I could feel him clenching around me every time I bottomed out, his body trying to keep me inside.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Right there, fuck, Holden, don't stop—”
I didn't stop.
I pulled him off the wall.
His arms tightened around my neck, a gasp escaping him, but I had him. Both hands under his ass now, nothing supporting us but my own strength, his body suspended in the air with my cock still buried inside him.
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
“Not gonna drop you.”
