“Tell me, Fletcher.”
“You do,” he whimpered. He didn’t know if he was going to make it. This was torture.
“And why is that?” Taylor asked him. He was insane.
Fletcher clenched his jaw. Driving. You’re driving. Focus on your driving. “Because I’m your boy.” Fletcher could feel a joltof electricity run through his entire body.
“Whose boy, Fletcher?”
“I’m Taylor’s boy. Oh, God. Fuck, Taylor. This fucking hurts,” he groaned.
Taylor let out a chuckle. Like he was a fucking evil villain. He sped up his speed and Fletcher was so worried his legs would shake so hard that his foot would come off the pedal. They were so close. Metaphorically and physically. Fletcher let out a sigh in relief as he spotted his apartment building in the distance.
“You’re my good boy, Fletcher.”
“I’m your good boy,” he panted.
“You’re my sweet boy.”
“I’m your sweet boy. Baby, if you make me come in these pants, I will be so mad,” he cried out.
He quickly looked down and groaned when he noticed there was in fact a wet spot on his sweats. “You’re fucking crazy, Taylor,” Fletcher shot out. He pulled into the parking garage and pulled into the first available spot before yanking Taylor’s head to him and kissing him.
“Mm,” Taylor hummed as Fletcher slid his tongue into his mouth. Taylor lifted his hand from Fletcher’s cock to cup Fletcher’s jaw. Taylor swirled his tongue around Fletcher’s before full on sucking on Fletcher’s tongue, causing whimpers to leave his mouth. Fletcher ran his hand through Taylor’s hair as they kissed until their lips were swollen and painful. Fletcher forced himself to pull away from the kiss.
“We need to go upstairs. Now.”
Taylor nodded in agreement but hungrily leaned in one more time to kiss him again. He tugged on Fletcher’s bottom lip as Fletcher pushed him away. “Elevator,” he told Taylor sternly.
They both quickly got out of the car. Fletcher grabbed hiscarry-on bag as he followed Taylor to the elevator in the parking garage. Taylor punched in the special code Fletcher made for him and pulled Fletcher into the elevator the moment the doors opened.
As soon as they closed, Taylor backed him up against the wall and held Fletcher’s face in his hands as he kissed him roughly and frantically. They tugged at each other’s lips and clicked their teeth as they devoured one another. When they heard the elevator ding, Fletcher pushed Taylor off him and picked up his bag. They walked quickly down the hallway to Fletcher’s door and Taylor shamelessly pushed him up against the door as he put the code in again. Fletcher could feel how hard he was against him and groaned. The door opened for them and Fletcher fell backwards inside. He let his bag drop to the ground as Taylor leaned down and picked Fletcher up off the ground and carried him to his room. Fletcher wrapped his legs around Taylor and leaned his head down to kiss him.
They left a trail of clothes as they tore off their shirts and kicked off their shoes. Taylor dropped Fletcher down onto his bed and opened Fletcher’s drawer for their lube. Fletcher yanked his sweats down and he sat up to kick them completely off. Taylor pulled his own pants down and stepped out of them before flipping Fletcher onto his stomach, causing Fletcher to let out a surprised whimper. Taylor was practically manic the way he was manhandling Fletcher.
Taylor dropped down to his knees as he forced his tongue inside Fletcher’s hole and loosened him up with his mouth. He inserted two fingers to help speed up the process and moved them in and out quickly. “Holy shit,” Fletcher cried out from the intense pleasure as Taylor got him ready. He gripped his duvet and cried into a pillow to mute his moans and whimpers.
When Taylor got him loosened up enough, he poured some lube out and spread some around and inside Fletcher’s hole. He gave himself a couple strokes to get his own cock ready before slamming into Fletcher. He hit Fletcher’s prostate on the first thrust and Fletcher buried his head even harder into the pillow. Taylor tapped the side of Fletcher’s waist and Fletcher reached back to hold his hand, gripping it tightly.
“So tight,” Taylor grunted. Fletcher clenched and started to milk him after each thrust. With his free hand he reached down and gave himself a few slow strokes. Any more would make him finish and he was more interested in letting Taylor make him come from behind again.
“I’m so full,” Fletcher cried out, being muffled by the pillow. Taylor squeezed his hand harder as he quickened his thrusts. The sensation of Taylor’s bare cock sliding in and out of him felt incredible. He would never ever use a condom again.
“Are you going to fill me up?” Fletcher whimpered.
“Fuck baby,” Taylor choked out. “I’ll fill this tiny cunt right up.”
“Jesus,” Fletcher groaned.
Fletcher’s stomach contracted as his orgasm built. His eyes went blurry and his breathing became unsteady as Taylor hit his prostate one final time, fully sending him over the edge. He loudly cried out as he covered his duvet in his cum.
Taylor let out a primal grunt as he came inside of Fletcher. Fletcher clenched, milking everything out of him. Taylor’s thrusts slowed until they stopped completely. “Fuck baby. You’re so fucking perfect,” he panted. He slowly pulled out of Fletcher and Fletcher could immediately feel Taylor’s warm cum drip from his hole and down his legs.
Taylor slumped on the bed next to Fletcher and wrappedhis arm around Fletcher’s back. He petted Fletcher’s hair and pressed a kiss to the back of Fletcher’s shoulder as the two of them came down from their orgasms.
“I’m dead, Taylor,” Fletcher sighed. He couldn’t form any coherent sentence in his mind. This was probably the hardest Taylor had ever fucked him.
After a few minutes of them just catching their breath, Fletcher felt Taylor get up off the bed and walk into the bathroom.
