He could taste himself on Gage’s tongue, and fuck, he liked that too.
“I want to fuck you,” he murmured.
Gage pulled back, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Yeah?”
“Would you—would that be okay?”
“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck.” Gage’s words trembled as he spoke. “Your bed?”
“Yeah.” Fallon stood up, his knees a little weak, but he was steady as he walked ahead of Gage, almost able to feel the man’s gaze on his ass. The moment he passed through his bedroom door, he yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the side of the room. “Get naked.”
Gage immediately began to peel away his clothes, and Fallon turned to his dresser, opening the top drawer, where he carried all of his supplies. His favorite dick was in there with the softerbelt that didn’t dig into his skin but still held it on tight enough to get rough in bed.
He’d only used it once, and that had been a disaster, but only because the other guy got freaked-out halfway about being fucked by a dildo and left. Fallon had put it away after that, but he was ready to rewrite memories.
Slipping the straps around his thighs, he adjusted the belt, then pressed the vibrating knob against his own dick. It felt so fucking good, and he rocked himself against it for a moment, just feeling pleasure as it sparked under his skin.
“Jesus. Jesus, you are so fucking hot,” Gage said.
Fallon looked over and saw Gage lounging on the bed, resting on his stomach. He was thrusting his hips against the blankets, his face a mask of want. Fallon met his gaze and rubbed himself harder, then took the thick, hard silicone cock in his hand and began to stroke it.
“Oh shit. I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” Gage warned.
Fallon smiled as he let go, then dug into the drawer for lube. “Can you get yourself ready?”
Gage shook his head. “I like to open up on cock. Is that okay?”
Fallon closed his eyes, taking in a breath as he nodded. It was more than okay. It was too okay. He was throbbing and desperate now. “It’s sterilized, but if you want me to put on a condom…”
“No.” Gage rolled onto his side and made grabby hands for Fallon. He went easily and let himself be kissed deeply again. “I want to feel you.”
The way Gage talked about him—about all of him like that. Like it didn’t matter if parts were removable or not. Fallon knew he deserved that, but he rarely ever had it, and that felt…rare. He’d heard words like that from people who were trying too hard, but the way Gage spoke, it was different.
“Roll over,” Fallon said as he climbed on the bed. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock, then pushed the button to start a low vibration. He didn’t always love that sensation, but now, while he was worked up, it was perfect. It hit in the right spot, and he felt his second orgasm starting to crest just as he pressed the head of his cock right against Gage’s hole. “Tell me you’re good.”
“I’m good. I’m so fucking good. You can go hard with me, sweetheart. I like it. I like it so fucking much.”
Heat slammed into Fallon, racing from the top of his stomach to the tips of his ears, and he rocked forward, almost as if on instinct. His fingers dug into Gage’s hips as he pulled him back, and he watched with wide eyes as the tip of his cock pressed against Gage’s hole—hard—and then slipped in.
“Shit shit shit,” Gage gasped. He moaned, the sound thready as his back arched and his hips rolled against the blankets.
God, his body was like a fucking work of art. Fallon wanted to take a picture of him just like this—with the bead of sweat dripping down his temple, and the flushed patches of his skin that made his moles and freckles stand out, and the curve of his body that moved the same way a river flowed.
“You’re really, really beautiful,” Fallon muttered.
Gage grunted as Fallon thrust his hips forward again, then again—harder and harder. The room was filled with soft slapping noises of skin hitting skin, punctuated by Gage’s grunts and Fallon’s breathy groans.
It had never been like this. Not with anyone.
Fallon felt…different. There were no words to describe this kind of perfection, which terrified him because this had been so easy to get, so how easy would it be to lose? And yet, Gage made him feel safe.
He watched as Gage spread his legs further, rocking his hard dick against the blankets harder, his body shuddering as it sought friction.
“Do you want me to make you come?” Fallon asked, dragging his hand up the center of Gage’s bowed spine.
Gage let out a weak groan and shook his head. “I’m…I can’t…” He took a breath. “I’m so close. Right—right there,” he said, angling his hips a little. Fallon matched him and thrust hard, and Gage’s head dropped to the bed. “Ohfuck. I’m gonna come. Baby, baby. I’m gonna…”
“Yes,” Fallon said. “Make a mess. I want to watch you.” He spread his own legs a little, taking more pressure off the vibe against his dick, and fuck, it felt good.
