“Oh,” I tease, “so you’re not doing it just for the clicks.”
He shakes his head, his expression serious.
I like this side of him very much.
Reaching for him, I pull him back on top of me, kissing him, reveling in the sensation of his weight on top of me. When he begins to roll his hips, I flip us over so I’m controlling the movement.
“Fucking A,” he groans. “I want to feel your cock. Skin on skin, man.”
I smile. “Happy to oblige.”
We roll apart, each shuffling off our clothes, and I grab the lube.
He looks down at himself. “I just came from a workout.”
“I just came from a run.”
The musky scent of our physical exertions fills my nose, heavy and pheromone-laden. Rather than cooling the buzz between us, it ignites. We launch at each other, making out like it’s our last day on Earth.
On a breath, I look down at our bodies. Jesus, we’re beautiful together. He’s got a thick forest of hair nestling his balls, neatly trimmed. And his cock is beautiful. Darker than the rest of him, save for the pink tip slipping from his foreskin.
I make a note to introduce him to the wonders of docking at some point, but everything about this evening has felt like one big tease, and I need to fucking come. Filling my palm with lube, I take our cocks in hand, kissing him as I work us up and down.
“Lift your arm,” I command, twisting my hand right under our cockheads. Maverick’s eyes are already glazed over, but he doesn’t hesitate, draping his arm over his head, pushing his pit into my face.
Fucking hell.
He smells like deodorant, sweat, and man. I bury my face in the soft curls, grunting.
“So close,” he chokes out. I tease the sensitive skin of his pit with my nose as I tighten my grip.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he hisses, his muscles bunching and squeezing, punching his hips in alternating time with mine as we both fuck through the tight grip. My balls draw up, and he explodes across my abs. He’s still whimpering when I go over.
It’s too much, all at once. The dank, musky smell of him, the aliveness of his body under mine, the happy, horny sounds, the way he’s still fucking my closed fist.
It’s messy between us, cum, sweat, and too much lube. I grab Maverick’s meaty shoulders and rub my body against his, just because I can. He laughs.
“Let me guess: you love gym porn.”
I collapse on top of him, flushed and a little called out.
“I can see the appeal,” I finally admit.
“I’ve had lots of sex with lots of different people, and I swear men are so gross,” he says, laughing broadly.
“Whatever. You liked it. You lifted that arm like you were waiting for me to ask.”
“I was just giving a guy what he wanted.”
“Oh, is that what I am? Just some guy?”
Maverick’s eyes immediately snap to mine. “You know that’s not true. Don’t even play like that.”
Only now, post-nut, do I feel the true weight of his words.
“So if I wanted to do this with you again, maybe give you enough warning so we could share statuses and you could prepare…”
“I would be very, very interested.”
