“Yes,” Fallon gasped as the first wave of pleasure hit him. “H-harder. A little harder.”
Gage increased the pressure, and Fallon squirmed. “Yeah. I can see you like that. Look at how fucking responsive you are. Love how much you want it. You ready to come?”
Fallon choked on his words and couldn’t make them make sense, so he nodded instead, gasping as he spread his legs further and fucked his hips upward until he felt the first crash. It wasn’t a powerful orgasm. But it was bright, stealing his breath as his internal muscles all clenched.
When it faded, he pressed a hand to his chest, then let out a small gasp as Gage grabbed him by the ankles and twisted him so his legs were hanging off the couch.
“Like this,” Gage said. He took Fallon’s calves and hooked them on his shoulders. “Gonna suck your dick now. Anything you don’t like?”
“Tongue inside me, in the front,” Fallon clarified. “Love being rimmed. I don’t like it there.”
“Of course.” Gage didn’t get to work right away though. Instead, he looked at Fallon, making him feel even more exposed than before. Then he took his thumbs and spread his ass cheeks, staring at his pucker. “I can’t wait to feel inside there. You okay if I finger you?”
“Yeah. Yes. I want it,” Fallon whispered.
Gage reached down, and then Fallon heard him sweep the lube into his hand and the snick of the cap opening. When Gage looked up again, there was a glint in his eye.
“Take a breath for me.”
Fallon did, and then he felt a single finger pressing against him. It pulsed at first, teasing his ass with the promise of what was to come, and then it pushed in—just to the first knuckle. The feeling was overwhelming. At first uncomfortable, and then not. And then better than that as he pushed deeper.
“Sweetheart,” Gage murmured against the side of his head. “Hey.”
Fallon forced his eyes open, staring at Gage. “Mm?”
“You’re shaking.”
“I—” Oh. He was shaking. He took a deep breath and searched for his words. “It’s a lot. Don’t stop. Want more.”
“Anything,” Gage swore. “Anything you want.” He pushed in deeper, then pulled out and added a second finger as his head ducked down, and then Fallon nearly lost it when a warm mouth engulfed his dick.
His thighs began to spasm at the sensations rushing through him, tingling from his knees to his toes, and he tried to force his body to relax, but it wouldn’t. He was on a knife’s edge. Theorgasm that was waiting for him would ruin him. Destroy him. Consume him.
It would be different and better and maybe even a little worse than anything he’d ever felt before.
And fuck, he wanted it.
Gage’s mouth opened wider as his tongue swirled around Fallon’s dick, and his fingers pushed deeper, the wet, slick sound filling the room as he fucked his ass. Fallon’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as he felt the first wave, and by the second, he couldn’t see.
By the third crashing pulse, he couldn’t breathe.
He was coming so hard he thought he might die from it. But before it was too much, before he could lose himself, the feeling began to subside, and he became profoundly aware of Gage’s face lying between his legs, come dribbling down his chin. His eyes were closed, and every few seconds, he turned and laid a stubble-rough kiss against Fallon’s inner thigh.
With trembling hands, Fallon reached for him, tugging him up over his chest, then down for a kiss. Gage made a noise of surprise, but he gave in, carefully dipping his tongue between Fallon’s parted lips.
It was soft, musky, and so fucking tender he wanted to cry. His emotions felt raw, and he didn’t have words. His insides were now wet, ragged bits that once resembled the soul of a man. But the feeling wasn’t bad.
He just wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“Do you want to come?” he asked instead of addressing all of that.
Gage laughed softly and nodded. “Yeah, babe. I really do. You okay with that? Because if you want me to stop?—”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want you to feel good,” Fallon said.
Gage went silent for a second, then nodded. “Alright. Come here.” He twisted his body and used his strong hands to arrange Fallon so they were lying on the couch face-to-face. “Like this,” Gage said as he helped Fallon stretch his legs out. He reached behind him and swiped the lube from the floor, then smeared a dollop over his fingers before coating his hard cock.
Fallon couldn’t help but stare at it—the way it was short but fat and flushed dark, wet at the tip like he’d been leaking precome all over.
