“You ready for me to take them out?” Taylor leaned over to put a press on Fletcher’s spine.
“Please,” Fletcher whined. “I need to feel you.”
Taylor slowly removed his fingers before spreading some lube over his aching length and lining it up with Fletcher’s hole. He slowly teased his entrance with his tip before working his way in.
“Holy fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good,” Taylor grunted. He pushed all the way in and Fletcher let out a whimper. “You have the tightest little hole. You take me so well, pretty boy.” He thrusted in and out a few times before pulling fully out.
Fletcher let out a whine, but Taylor moved up the bed and rolled to his side. “Come here,” he told Fletcher.
He crawled up next to Taylor and pressed his backside up against him. Taylor gripped his cock and lined it back up with Fletcher’s entrance. He slid back inside and held Fletcher’s hip before picking up his thrusts.
“It’s so good,” Fletcher moaned. He clenched himself around Taylor’s length, causing Taylor to let out a grunt. “Your cock isso fucking big, baby. This feels fucking incredible.”
“You’re so fucking tight. You’re fucking perfect, Fletcher. You’re fucking mine, you hear me? This ass belongs to me.”
“No one else, Taylor. Just you. Taylor’s boy.” Fletcher rested his hand on the pillow and Taylor reached up to interlace their fingers together. Fletcher brushed his thumb over the top of Taylor’s finger as Taylor reached down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher panted. It was so intimate. They had never been this intimate with each other. He loved the way Taylor felt moving inside of him.
Taylor picked up his pace as he reached down and began to stroke Fletcher. Honestly, Fletcher had been so overwhelmed by the overpowering sensation of Taylor moving in and out of him that he hadn’t even been stroking himself. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy. Fuck my hand, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, Taylor. Fucking take me. Take everything.”
“You ready for this load, sweet boy? You wanna feel this cum drip down your legs?” Taylor asked breathlessly. He could swear that Taylor let out a little laugh after saying that, like he couldn’t believe the words he was saying.
Fletcher nodded as he thrusted into Taylor’s hand. Taylor’s thrusting slowed as he finished inside of Fletcher. His cum was so warm as Taylor filled him up. Fletcher came shortly after, coating Taylor’s hand in his own cum.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher moaned as he milked it all out of Taylor. Taylor let out a series of incomprehensible grunts as he slowed down completely, still inside of Fletcher.
They both breathed heavily, sharing each other’s air, as Fletcher turned his head back to look at Taylor.
Taylor gripped his cheek and leaned down to kiss him. “You’reso fucking perfect,” he told Fletcher between kisses. “A perfect fucking angel.”
Fletcher was utterly speechless. He fully collapsed into Taylor’s body. The bedspread stuck to the sweat of their skin as they lay there together.
Taylor started to pull out, but Fletcher quickly shook his head. “Just stay. For a minute,” he breathed. It was too perfect, and Fletcher didn’t want it to end. He could stay just like this forever. Taylor inside of him and holding him. They were connected.
Taylor answered by pressing more kisses to Fletcher’s shoulder. Fletcher didn’t even care that he was sweaty. That the sheets were dirty.
The only thing that mattered in the world was him and Taylor.
Fletcher couldn’t take it anymore. He wouldn’t go another minute without telling Taylor how he felt.
“Taylor,” he said softly, turning back to look at him. Taylor caressed his cheek with the back of his hand, looking down at Fletcher like he loved him too. Fletcher paused for just a second. He needed to capture this exact image and commit it to memory.
“You’re so beautiful,” Taylor cooed at him. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and kissed Fletcher’s forehead. “You’re my boy. You’re always going to be my boy.”
Fletcher suddenly had a feeling that Taylor was going to say it first. He didn’t know if he’d prefer it or not.
“Fletcher, I choose you. I want to be your biggest supporter. Your biggest fan. I want to share all my accomplishments with you.”
“You’re it for me. You’re my perfect fucking boy.” Taylor took a deep breath.
“Fletcher,I—”
Fletcher pressed his hand to Taylor’s mouth to stop him from talking. “I love you, Taylor.”
He could see the tears that filled Taylor’s eyes. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time now.” Taylor nodded as tears fell down his cheeks. Fletcher removed his hand to wipe the tears away.
