“Can you come like this?” he asked, pushing his hand under Dylan’s body and finding his cock. It was rock hard and twitching, the little length filling Ryker’s palm just right. Ryker squeezed down experimentally.
“Yes,” Dylan moaned, his cock twitching as Ryker worked the stiff little length. “Please don’t stop!”
Ryker grinned and fucked him harder. Dylan suddenly clamped down on his cock, the scent of his release filling the air, and Ryker’s palm was coated with sticky come.
“Give me your load,” Ryker growled, jerking him through his orgasm.
It wasn’t long before Ryker was coming, too. His balls pulled tight, his cock pulsating with every thick rope of come that shot into Dylan’s hole.
He wanted to stay like this forever.
Moving his hips at a furious pace, working his cock like a jackhammer, Ryker hardly noticed the fact that he was popping his knot. It wasn’t until it started catching on Dylan’s rim that he realized.
“Fuck, can I knot you?” he growled, slamming his cock balls deep and grinding his knot into Dylan’s perfect hole.
“Sure,” Dylan said, sounding wrung out. He was limp and boneless, his hole squelching when Ryker pulled out his half-inflated knot and shoved it back in.
It felt so good.
He tried to do it again, but his knot was too big and Dylan’s rim wouldn’t stretch wide enough.
Ryker tugged anyway, grinning when Dylan whimpered and lifted his hips.
“Stop it,” Dylan whined, trembling as he pushed his ass up so that it stayed flush with Ryker’s groin.
Ryker dropped back down, curling his face down into Dylan’s neck and inhaling his scent as he let himself go limp on top of him.
“You’re heavy,” Dylan complained after a beat, laboring to breathe.
“It’s all muscle,” Ryker said, cocky and drunk off the sensation of Dylan’s hole milking and squeezing his knot.
He rolled over, pulling Dylan with him and tucking him in under his chin. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his head, getting comfortable.
“Better?”
Dylan made a happy little noise and burrowed back into him. “Much.”
Ryker draped his hand over Dylan’s stomach, splaying his hand wide and letting it rest over his abs.
“I’m so sticky,” Dylan commented, sounding a little out of it.
Ryker hoped he hadn’t been too rough. As he thought back to the ruthless way he’d pounded both of Dylan’s holes, he had to admit that he’d gotten carried away.
But Dylan smelled so good, and the noises he made when Ryker pulled his hair and fucked his face were delightful.
“In a good way?” Ryker asked.
“Yes,” Dylan answered, no hesitation. He turned his neck, looking back at him. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Ryker was confused.
“Was it okay?”
Ryker laughed. He buried his face in Dylan’s hair and kissed the top of his head. “It was great. Ten out of ten, would ride again.”
Dylan relaxed, and Ryker chuckled. How anyone could take a pounding like that and then wonder whether they did okay was beyond him.
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