Jared spread his legs wider, resting one of his heels on the coffee table, almost knocking over the glasses, and propping the other on the upper back part of the couch. Dylan continued sucking him and massaging his balls, slowing down when he felt him nearing the end.
The sounds flooding the room became messy, so frantic Jared felt himself on the verge of sobbing. What even? It was humiliating, to say the least, but eh, it worked. Dylan finally took pity on him.
Letting go of Jared’s cock for a moment, Dylan stood up and dropped his sweatpants and boxers on the floor. Rubbing a handful of lube over his throbbing cock, he fell to his knees between Jared’s legs, and after checking he was wet and open enough, he pushed into him.
Jared cried out.
“You’re such a good boy,” Dylan husked, moving his hips in circles.
“I am, right?”
Jared was shuddering when Dylan buried himself deep, the orgasm already pulsing on the tip of his cock.
“You are... the best. Always so pretty, and so obedient.”
Jared’s eyes were consciously fixed on the handsome man staring back at him, but as Dylan began to thrust, his vision went black. Like he’d begged for, he ruthlessly rammed into him. The slapping of skin on skin made the sensation of their sweaty, connected bodies that much more real. They groaned, and profanities filled the room as they gave everything to each other.
Dylan grabbed both of Jared’s ankles, bringing his calves up to his shoulders. The angle changed, and ecstasy propagated through his nerves. But it wasn’t until the most sonorous, stingingsmack on the side of his ass rang in his ears and through his entire system, that his orgasm rolled free.
“Fuck!” Jared choked out a moan as his hips bucked uncontrollably.
Another spank.
Jared’s dick twitched, painting their skin in white—how so much cum kept pouring out was beyond him. His body pulsed in between the intermittent chills tightening up his balls. And although he was almost gone, barely remembering his own name, he didn’t miss the way a smirk curled Dylan’s lips. He was happy, and so damn proud of the mess they’d created.
Mission accomplished.
Slowing down a bit as he emptied himself, Dylan kept thrusting, prolonging this exhilarating moment. His abs rippled in a hypnotizing, sinuous motion starting under his strong pecs and ending on those powerful hips. Rhythm faltering sightly as he emptied himself.
Dylan was so hot, so beautiful… Jared’s hands caressed him all the way up to his neck. Touching him like this was not enough anymore. He wanted to get under his skin, become part of him.
With their eyes connected, their breathing synchronized after several agonizing minutes of chaos. Dylan bent down and crashed their mouths together.
Spent, Jared kissed him back. Their tongues entangled, sending him to a cosmic cage with no key or exit route.
“How about I prepare a warm bath for the two of us while you finish coming down from your high?” Dylan whispered against Jared’s lips, pulling his flaccid cock out of him while his fingers untied the cord around his wrists.
“That’d be nice, yeah,” he said over the sound of the controller rattling as it hit the floor.
“I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” Dylan pecked his forehead and got up, leaving Jared feeling torn.
He knew what he was getting into when they started this adventure. But given his mental state and the pledge he’d sworn against love, he never considered the possibility of catching feelings. Not when it had been clear from the start that Dylan wasn’t seeking a partner. Yet here he was, mentally begging this man to stay with him. To really see him. To love him.
Jared covered his face with both palms to force the emotions back.
He was the shittiest person on earth. It had barely been two and a half months since he broke up with his boyfriend. How could he be over him and their six-year relationship so fast? How could he even consider dropping his heart into someone else’s hands when the feelings weren’t reciprocated?
It was as if everything he’d experienced with Paul was just a speck of dust in the universe compared to the natural disasters Dylan caused inside of him. Why did Jared keep chasing after the scary unknown? Dylan constantly pushed him out of his comfort zone, yet he still felt safer than anything Jared had known. That man had become his shelter.
Why am I such a masochist?
“Candy boy, water is ready.”
Reluctantly, Jared got up. His semen gliding down his body while Dylan’s began dripping out of his ass as he walked.
“Come here,” Dylan said, outstretching a hand to him as he sat on the toilet lid. “Turn around.”
Not sure what his deal was now, Jared did what he asked, releasing a little whine the moment Dylan pressed a plug into his ass.
