Taylor rolled over onto his stomach and Fletcher pulled his hips up, so he was at the perfect angle. “Are you ready now?” Fletcher asked a little more seriously.
Taylor just nodded quietly. Fletcher brought his fingers back to Taylor’s rim and tried to get him prepped. Taylor let out strained breaths as Fletcher added a little more pressure.
“Is that okay?” Fletcher asked him softly.
Taylor nodded again. “Go ahead.”
He slowly inserted a finger and felt Taylor clench around him. “Relax, baby,” Fletcher said softly. Once Taylor relaxed himself, Fletcher pushed further in. His cock twitched at the thought of how tight Taylor would be around him. “How’s that?” He started to move the finger in andout of him.
Taylor let out a strained sigh. “Weird. But good. I think you can add another.”
Fletcher leaned down and lovingly pressed a kiss to Taylor’s back before adding a second finger. He moved them both in and out until he thought Taylor was ready enough.
“Here I come,” Fletcher said, letting his intrusive thoughts win. Taylor snorted as Fletcher lined himself up and spread lube around his length.
“We’re gonna bench that. We aren’t saying that during sex,” Taylor announced.
Fletcher smiled even though he knew Taylor couldn’t see it. “Are you ready, babe?”
“Fire away,” Taylor joked.
“Benched,” Fletcher laughed.
“Take your shot?”
Fletcher teased Taylor’s hole with his tip. “Can I fuck you?” he asked impatiently.
“Please,” Taylor finally said. Fletcher held onto Taylor’s hips as he slowly inserted himself.
“Holy shit. This is amazing,” Fletcher told him breathlessly. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“More,” Taylor asked softly, sounding pained. Fletcher pushed the rest of the way in and let out a grunt as he felt Taylor clench around him.
“Relax so I can pull out a little,” Fletcher commanded. He could tell Taylor was uncomfortable. “Is this still okay?”
Taylor nodded. “Keep going, sweetheart.” That was all the confirmation that Fletcher needed. He slowly started small thrusts and built up the intensity over time.
“Fuck, Fletch,” Taylor grunted.
“Good?” Fletcher asked.
“Go faster.”
Fletcher couldn’t believe it. This was the best thing ever. He wasn’t going to last long at all. Taylor was so fucking tight around him that he didn’t understand how he was even able to get it in at all. He sped up his movements and could feel his orgasm quickly approaching.
He pushed in as deeply as he could and Taylor let out a cry of pleasure. “Did I hit the jackpot?” Fletcher joked.
“Benched. Fuck! I guess you did, though,” Taylor bit out through strained breaths.
He leaned over Taylor as he continued to thrust. “So tight,” Fletcher panted. “Do you want me to pull out before I finish?” Fletcher asked him.
Taylor quickly shook his head. “No.”
Fletcher’s entire body started to burn with pleasure as he got close. He sped up as he filled Taylor’s hole with his release. Taylor let out a moan as Fletcher came inside of him.
Fletcher pulled out and Taylor flipped over. He leaned up and connected his mouth with Fletcher’s, pulling him down to his chest. “Can you keep going, sweet boy?” Taylor quickly asked in between kisses. Fletcher nodded.
Taylor grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers before prepping Fletcher. He could feel himself start to harden again as Taylor stuck two fingers inside of him.
