Farzan’s eyes widened, and David wanted to drown in them. The heat in his belly roared as he opened Farzan up, adding a second finger, whispering how good Farzan looked and relishing the way Farzan shivered and clenched around him before easing back up.
“Yeah, look at you,” David said. “You’ve got goose bumps. You ready for me?”
“Fuck yes.”
David reached for the condom, but Farzan got there first.
“Let me,” he said, so David moved forward, straddling Farzan’s chest. Farzan steadied his cock—his massager gave another delicious flutter inside at the contact—and rolled the condom on slowly, double-checking it was intact and secure. “Good?”
“Yeah. You ready?”
“Can we do a pillow?”
“Oh, fuck,” David said. He wiped a lubed hand off on one of the sex towels, reached for a pillow, and tucked it under Farzan’s hips. Once he sorted the towels out again, he said, “Better?”
“Much.” Farzan’s eyes bored into his. “Fuck me.”
David had never wanted anything more in his life. His limbs were on fire, his face hot, as he lined himself up and pressed in. Slowly, smoothly, studying Farzan’s face, as Farzan breathed and relaxed around him, staring at him with those beautiful eyes, a brown so deep David wanted to dive in and drown in them.
“You feel so good around me,” David murmured, leaning down for another kiss, feeling Farzan clench and release around him. “Fuck yeah, keep doing that.”
“Fuck me,” Farzan insisted, so David did, his hips slowly but surely finding a rhythm before speeding up.
“Yeah, you’re so tight,” he said. “You been practicing your Kegels, huh?”
Farzan let out a little laugh, but it turned into a moan as David shifted his angle slightly.
“You feel amazing,” Farzan whined.
“Yeah, I do. You want this dick?”
Something—the sex, the sweat, the sun—had him more fired up than he’d ever been, and seeing Farzan’s eager responses, the little noises, the fluttering eyelids, only set David’s engine running harder.
“Yeah you do,” he growled, giving Farzan a hard thrust.
Farzan flung his head back, and David couldn’t stand it. He leaned in, scraping his teeth along the tendon in Farzan’s neck before tracing kisses up to his lips. He breathed into Farzan, let Farzan breathe back into him.David was sweating, he felt it trickling down his temples, slicking up his stomach, with Farzan’s leaking dick between them.
David slowed his pace and broke the kiss, leaned up to get better leverage, as Farzan wrapped his legs around his back, used his calves to draw David in closer.
Fuck, this was perfect.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” David said again, at a loss for anything else to say as Farzan looked up at him, and he looked down at Farzan, and the world was just the two of them, and nothing else mattered. He reached for Farzan’s dick, gave a tentative stroke, as Farzan arched up toward him. “So fucking sexy.”
He kept up a steady rhythm, both his hips and his hand, occasionally pausing to lean in for more kissing, or to drag his unlubed hand through Farzan’s messy hair, but it was too much, and he could feel himself getting close. He didn’t want to leave Farzan behind, not this first time, not until he got to know Farzan’s body, know if he liked coming first or second.
“I’m close,” David said, though he could barely concentrate enough to form words. Every brain cell, every nerve, was concentrated on the searing connection between Farzan and him. His mouth hung open as he repeated, “I’m close.”
“Me too,” Farzan breathed. “Go for it.”
“Fuck.” David had just enough brainpower to pull out and check the condom—still good—before slipping back inside. He gripped Farzan’s cock tight and sped up his stroking until Farzan’s eyes rolled back.
“Shit!” Farzan cried as he came all over David’s hand. His walls tightened, setting David off too, and David ground himself against Farzan’s ass until they had both rode out their orgasms. As the last pulses rocked David’s core, he collapsed, lying chest to chest against Farzan, mess be damned, panting and happy and so, so peacefully quiet.
Slowly, David came back to himself, back to the rise and fall of Farzan’s chest beneath him, the soft bass beat in the air, the smell of sweat and sex and Farzan, Farzan, Farzan.
David dropped one final kiss on Farzan’s forehead, ran his fingers through Farzan’s hair one last time.
“That was fucking amazing.”
