“Come over here,” I said, getting to my feet. I led him over to the bed. “On your belly.”
His eyes met mine, understanding dawning. “You want to?—?”
“Yeah. If you do.”
He nodded quickly, scrambling onto the bed. I grabbed the lube from where we’d stashed it in the side table drawer and slicked up my fingers. When I turned back to him, he wasn’t just lying on his belly. He was face down with his ass in the air, his cheeks spread wide giving me the perfect view of his perfect pink hole.
I froze for a second, just taking in the sight. James, presenting himself to me like this, trusting me completely. My cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum at the visual.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I breathed, moving closer. I ran my hands over his ass, kneading the flesh before spreading him wider. “So fucking perfect.”
I pressed one slicked finger against his entrance, circling slowly before pushing inside. He was tight and hot, and the sound he made, like a needy whimper muffled by the pillow, made my head spin.
“More,” he gasped. “I can take more.”
I worked him open carefully, adding a second finger and then a third. He pushed back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers with increasing desperation. I curved them, searching for that spot I’d found by accident a couple nights ago. And when I found it, his whole body jerked.
“There,” he moaned. “Right there, Kent. Please.”
I pulled my fingers out and slicked up my cock, positioning myself at his entrance. “You sure about this?”
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to God?—”
I pushed inside, cutting off his threat with a gasp that turned into a long moan. The feeling of him around me was indescribable. Tight and hot and so fucking good I had to pause, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise just to keep from losing it immediately.
“Don’t stop,” James demanded, his voice wrecked. “Kent, please fuck me.”
I pulled back and thrust in again, establishing a rhythm that had us both groaning. Every angle felt perfect, every thrust hitting deep. I leaned over him, one hand braced on the bed beside his head, the other wrapped around his hip.
“You feel so good,” I panted against his shoulder. “Sofuckinggood, James.”
He pushed back to meet my thrusts, and I could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, could hear both of our breathing getting more ragged. I shifted slightly, changing the angle, and he cried out.
“There!Fuck, right there, don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. The pressure was building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight. But I refused to finish before he did. I reached around, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking in time with my thrusts.
“Come on,” I urged, my voice rough. “Wanna feel you cum around my cock.”
James’s whole body went taut, his muscles clenching around me as he came with a shout. The feeling of him pulsing, the way he tightened around me… It pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came hard, my vision whiting out as pleasure crashed through me.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing hard. After a moment, I carefully pulled out and rolled to the side, pulling him with me so we were facing each other.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, his eyes still glazed.
“Yeah.” I brushed his hair back from his forehead, my hand trembling slightly. “Wow…”
“Pretty good?” he asked with a tired grin.
“Understatement of the century.”
We lay there catching our breath, and I found myself studying his face. The flush on his cheeks, the satisfaction in his eyes, the small smile playing at his lips. He looked happy. Content. And I realized with startling clarity that I’d do anything to keep that expression on his face.
“I’m starving,” James said eventually. “Think we can still order those snacks you mentioned?”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah. Let me just... we should probably clean up first.”
“Probably,” he agreed, but neither of us moved.
