God, it was fucking hot.
Cooper draped a hand over Nico’s chest, holding him in place as he continued to sink into him, every inch stretching his insides. Nico could never grasp the relative size of objects, but Cooper most certainly felt longer, thicker than any of his toys.
Nico forced his eyes closed and exhaled, and somehow that helped alleviate the discomfort.
Cooper’s voice cracked, husky in his ear, “You good?”
Nico calculated his coach was half-way to the hilt, and that was half-way not deep enough. He groaned, “It feels so much different.”
Cooper stilled and cocked his gaze to meet Nico’s. “Different than what?”
Nico shook his head furiously. “I’m not fucking saying it.”
“You’ve never?—?”
“Not with a person.”
“Oh trust me,” Cooper chuckled, “This is going to be so much fucking better than a toy.”
Cooper reaffirmed his grip on Nico’s chest and continued the torturously slow pace. It’d be another whole ass minute before he was filled completely. That simply would not do.
“If you go any slower,” Nico said, panting, “I think I’ll fall asleep.”
“It’s taking every ounce of willpower?—”
Nico snaked a hand around his side, grabbed Cooper by his ass, held him in place, and drove his own ass backwards until he was completely filled. And then he forced Cooper to still himself there. Nico’s jaw dropped open at thatfucking thing resting against that spot. That spot boys aren’t supposed to play with. Accepting. Accommodating. Getting used to the very real sensation of a very real dick buried in his ass.
When Cooper began to pull out, it felt as though he was pulling Nico’s insides out with him. Nico twisted into the pillow, covering his face as Cooper’s hand crept away from his stomach and to his hip.
Inch by inch, the retreat was just as torturously slow as the insertion.
Nico came to room 2402—or was it 2403, the fuck if he knew anymore—to get fucked, not whatever this was. Not this slow teasing. Not this careful dance. Not to be treated softly like he was fragile, like he was made of glass.
“I think you’re ready,” Cooper whispered, another sweet-nothing into his ear.
“No shit,” Nico grinded out between gritted teeth.
And still, Cooper fucked him slowly, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of Nico’s hip with every thrust. The first few slutty moans thrown from the back of Nico’s throat embarrassed him, but he soon found himself so lost in the pleasure of taking a dick that he ceased to care. Sweat pooled at the ends of his hair, and he cocked his face to the side and away from the pillow to catch his breath. There was no escape from the heat box though.
Nico wondered if this is how the women he fucked felt. Wondered if they felt this absolute hunger to be filled, to be taken. Wondered if he satisfied them the way his coach was hitting every single one of his spots. Wondered if they felt trapped between extreme heat on all fronts. Hot breath on the nape of his neck. Hot breath billowing from his ownmouth, covering everything in his way. The heat of the throbbing cock inside of him. The heat of his own aching cock, leaking precum all over the tussled sheets.
The sensation of Cooper’s cock coming completely out of him startled Nico. He rolled onto his back, expecting god knows what and was met withsomethingelse. Cooper climbed to his knees between Nico’s legs.
There was a storm of stories in the older man’s eyes, a deep blue of yearning. Here, in that room, Cooper Callahan was a God and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. Nico would let him do anything.
And that was the first time in Nico’s life he’d ever been starstruck.
Cooper raised Nico’s legs by the back of his thighs, pushing them upward so that his knees met his chest.
Nico took a long inhale as the man lowered himself to meet him where he was, his lips begging to be kissed. But the other man didn’t kiss him, not on the lips. He dropped his head beside Nico’s while he lined up his cock with Nico’s hole with a free hand. And as Cooper sank back into him, Nico held onto Cooper’s back with both hands. Holding onto strong muscles, holding onto whatever the fuck it took to not break completely.
The unbreakable Nico Fallon turning into a shaking puddle of submission. Yeah, he couldn’t believe it, either.
When Cooper buried himself as deep as he could go, he stayed there and mouthed hot fire over the side of Nico’s neck. And then made his way to Nico’s ear, nibbling and tugging, and then swirling his tongue through the innards.
Nico pulled at Cooper’s hair in a desperate attempt to redirect his coach’s attention elsewhere. His ear was toosensitive and buried beneath the weight of Cooper, there was nowhere for him to go.
Cooper shifted a hand to each side of Nico’s head and propped himself above him, the ring on his necklace swinging against Nico’s chest.
