“But I don’t mind going if you think it would make your parents happy,” Taylor insisted. No matter how much he saidotherwise, Taylor knew Fletcher still wanted validation from his parents. “And maybe we can cleanse you of your naughty little sins.”
Fletcher turned his head to look over at Taylor and narrowed his eyes. “Not funny.”
He cupped Taylor’s cheek and leaned in to roughly kiss him.
This was perfect. Waking up next to his amazing boyfriend after having amazing sex and even more amazing sex in the shower afterwards. It was amazing. Fletcher was the only god he needed to worship.
Fletcher sighed as he ran his hand down Taylor’s body. “Turn over,” he told him.
Taylor rolled over and flipped the other way. He tensed as he felt Fletcher swipe a finger over his hole. His breath became shaky as he reached over to the bedside table and handed Fletcher the bottle of lube. Fletcher pressed a kiss to his shoulder, nipping at the skin before pouring a generous amount of lube out onto his fingers. “You want this naughty boy to fuck you?” he asked him roughly. He brought his fingers back to Taylor’s hole and began opening him up.
Taylor tried to cooperate as much as possible and relax as Fletcher slipped a finger in and then one more. He wasn’t sure if he liked this part as much as the part that came after. It still felt good, but he definitely preferred the real deal. Go big or go home, right?
Fletcher worked his fingers inside of him, moving in and out. Taylor spit in his hand and reached down to stroke his hardening cock. He felt Fletcher tease his entrance with his tip before slowly sliding in. The pressure at first was painful but quickly turned into pleasure the more Fletcher moved inside of him.
Fletcher kissed the side of his head. “That feel good, handsome?” he asked.
“Really good,” Taylor answered in uneven breaths. He moved his hips so Fletcher would hit his prostate, and he could feel his whole entire body light on fire the more Fletcher hit it.
He quickened his stroking to match the pace that Fletcher thrust into him.
“You’re so fucking tight, Taylor,” Fletcher bit out. He placed a hand on Taylor’s hip to steady himself as he bit down on Taylor’s shoulder and let out erratic breaths. He knew Fletcher was close. He had gotten really good at reading Fletcher’s body signals. He committed each one to memory.
Taylor worked to build up his own orgasm, which was pretty easy considering he was being stimulated on both ends.
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered. Fletcher’s thrust slowed as he came inside of Taylor. It was such a weird sensation feeling the way Fletcher’s cum filled him up. He clenched around Fletcher’s length to try and keep him inside as Taylor spurted out onto his own hand.
He closed his eyes and panted as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m gonna pull out,” Fletcher told him softly with another kiss to his temple. Taylor wordlessly nodded as Fletcher pulled out, suddenly feeling empty. He could feel Fletcher’s cum leak out of him as he laid on his side. He heard Fletcher turn on the sink in the bathroom before returning to the bed with a wet rag. Taylor held his hand out for it and wiped his own hand before handing it back to Fletcher to clean his backside.
“That was so fucking good,” Taylor told him once he finished. Fletcher wrapped an arm around him and spooned him.
“I hope you know we’re flip fucking every single night,” Fletcher said.
Taylor let out a sigh as he shook his head at him incredulously. “I don’t even want to know where you learned that term.”
“Reddit,” Fletcher still answered.
Taylor didn’t care for him to elaborate.
He reached behind to hold Fletcher’s head as Fletcher sucked on the skin beneath his earlobe.
“If you’re going to give me a hickey then find a less noticeable spot,” he warned.
Fletcher pulled Taylor onto his back as he leaned down and kissed his way down Taylor’s body. He settled the skin that sat right above Taylor’s collarbone as he pressed his hot mouth to it and began to suck on the skin. His breath hitched as Fletcher bit him and continued to suck on the spot.
Taylor liked when Fletcher marked him like that. It wasn’t smart for him to give Taylor hickeys during the season, but now that it was summer he had a better chance at getting away with them. He just needed to make sure he wore a shirt.
“Such a sweet boy,” Taylor purred. Fletcher tugged harder at the skin as he pulled off.
“Tell me more,” he demanded. Taylor rolled on top of Fletcher and cupped his cheek. He pushed his thumb into Fletcher’s mouth and Fletcher wrapped his lips around it and immediately started sucking.
“Fuck, Fletch. You’re fucking perfect.” He loved that Fletcher loved doing this.
“What else?” Fletcher asked.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Fletcher gave Taylor a look, as if he was telling him he already knew that. Taylor looked at him with reverence in his eye. “I love you.”
