If the walls weren’t soundproof, whoever lived in the rooms on either side of Scott would have no doubts about just how much their neighbour was enjoying himself—no doubt that Scott’s boyfriend was very capable of keeping him satisfied. They’d have to have been idiots to think he needed anyone else in his life.
Joe wished he could believe that Scott was as happy and content as he sounded. Perhaps he couldn’t know that for sure until he read whatever was in Scott’s next note to him and fixed whatever was broken between them. But, if nothing else, Joe was soon certain that Scott’s hole was as ready for him as it could ever be.
Moving one hand to Scott’s waist, Joe tugged at his torso until Scott got the hint and rolled onto his side with his back toward Joe. Scott shuffled around the bed very carefully,obviously doing his best to follow Joe’s silent orders without making a single mistake.
Soon, Scott was spooned in front of him.
“That’s right,” Joe whispered, as he lay down behind him. The moment their bodies lined up, he had his cock nestled snugly between Scott’s super-heated cheeks. “So good.”
Scott murmured his agreement and rolled his hips, encouraging Joe to thrust deep inside him. Placing one hand on Scott’s hip and holding him still, Joe pushed forward. He only allowed the head of his cock to enter Scott’s hole; then he stopped.
Scott took a shaky breath and squirmed beneath Joe’s grip on him. Joe refused to offer Scott any hint of freedom, or permission to move. Keeping everything very slow, very controlled, Joe pushed his cock just a little deeper, before retreating. Barely an inch of his shaft slid into and out of Scott’s arse with each movement of Joe’s hips.
Scott clutched at the blankets on the other side of his body. His whimpers had ceased while Joe rearranged them. Now they came back, and their volume had doubled. Joe thrived on every sound Scott made. He teased Scott with the possibility of being completely filled, and their bodies finally coming together, but he refused to actually let that happen.
Joe remained in complete control of every detail through sheer force of will. Scott had to know that Joe wasn’t all impulses and quick stolen little moments. Joe could play his part in another man’s life for the long haul. He was trustworthy, dependable, patient. He was all the things he probably didn’t appear to be at first, or even second glance.
In that particular moment, Joe was also a man who really needed to come. The spanking seemed to have made Scott’s hole hotter and tighter than ever. Joe growled, low down in the back of his throat and tightened his hold on Scott’s hip. If Scott movednow, Joe couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to reign himself in and outlast him.
“Mine,” Joe whispered into Scott’s ear.
Scott tensed.
“Right here. Right now. Mine.” If nothing else, if never again, Scott at least had to allow him that.
Scott moaned with an even deeper brand of pleasure and nodded his head.
That deserved a reward. Joe thrust into Scott’s body, sheathing his cock to the hilt. His crotch came to rest against Scott’s freshly spanked buttocks. The heat radiating out from his skin was astonishing. Joe slid his hand around Scott’s body and placed it low down on his stomach, just above his erection; both holding him in place, and demanding he remain perfectly still.
Time passed, but it had little meaning for Joe. Pressed against Scott’s back, he sensed every breath Scott took and every beat of his heart. They were as close as any two men could get, and Joe didn’t want to let that go.
He loved Scott.
He’d been trying to avoid acknowledging just how deeply in love with him he’d been for weeks. But suddenly, it became impossible to hide behind vague ideas of “Imightbe falling in love with him”. As if his body wanted to distract him from the admission, he lost any ability to remain motionless.
Joe’s hips began to rock and he was helpless to stop them. Soon, the movements turned into powerful thrusts. He could hardly pound into Scott while they spooned together, but within a few minutes, both of them were writhing on the bed and gasping for breath.
Joe moved his hand down a few inches and wrapped his fingers around Scott’s erection. He must have been just as desperate to come as Joe was. A few strokes and a word ofpermission had Scott spilling across the blanket in thick, creamy ropes. He yelled as he came.
There was no improvised gag to help him this time, and Joe made no attempt to quell the sound. The whole building probably heard him. Scott thrashed and kicked out, pushing his arse back against Joe’s cock until his orgasm gradually faded away.
Joe had enjoyed every moment of Scott’s orgasm. Now, he permitted himself his own moment of bliss. One deep thrust, then another, and Joe came. For a few blessed moments, he had no doubts about anything. It was all very simple and just as it should be.
Scott was in his arms, pleasure rushed through his veins, and Joe’s world was perfect. Even after the ecstasy ebbed away, Joe kept his eyes closed and clung to that feeling.
* * * * *
Scott didn’t dare move. It felt suspiciously as if Joe had fallen asleep behind him; their bodies still joined together, their limbs entwined. Moving meant risking waking Joe. Scott wasn’t willing to do that; not even when the position which had brought him so much ecstasy offered only aching muscles and soreness in some very intimate places.
Breathing carefully so as not to jostle Joe, Scott looked for something neutral to think about; something which could distract him from the way his buttocks burned with the combination of Joe’s hand falling on them earlier, and Joe’s crotch pressed against them now.
It was no use, whatever he thought of brought either pain or sadness with it. Almost everything about Joe and the time they’d spent together went straight to Scott’s cock, and his shaft wasn’t ready to harden again without making its displeasure known through his entire nervous system.
As for sadness, thinking about the future hurt his mind just as much as memories of the past hurt his body. It was too soon to think about those things.
Scott frowned. He’d been so lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t noticed how tense Joe had become. Every muscle in Joe’s body had turned rock-hard behind him.
“S-sir?” The plea for reassurance was impossible to keep back.
