Santino is hot and tight and as I hold him against me, I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.
God, the sounds he makes. Better than the sounds he makes when he eats and those are already so fucking good. I’m not sure he even knows he’s making them. His head lolls back and forth and his eyes are wild with lust. He sounds primal and animalistic. They’re pure instinct and reaction. No thought.
But he’s not really this sex-crazed creature. There’s so much kindness and consideration underneath it all. I nearly cried at how tender he was earlier, helping me get hard. It felt like he was worshiping me, carefully blessing every inch of my skin. I’ve never felt so cared for while performing for the camera. Like it wasn’t just about what looks good for the audience, but that it matters how I feel.
I did take the pill before we started. But I doubt it would’ve helped if it wasn’t for Santino taking the time to bring me all the way there.
I don’t know why he did it. I don’t know why he cares. I’m no one special. I’m not a super competent leader like Sebastian. I’mnot a bad boy like Noel. I’m not super sensual like Rhys. I’m just a regular dude who happens to be above average in looks with a big cock.
But from the very first day we met, Santino’s always seen me as more than that. He’s always seen what no one else has.
Santino is strangely taut and yet lax as I hold him in my arms. I can feel every twitch of muscle in his body—inside his body. He keeps clenching down on me, as if he’s testing the size and shape of my cock. He lets out a sobbing gasp every time, like he can’t believe I’m all the way in there.
But I am. I’m seated to the hilt. Every single inch, hard as a rock, buried in the heat of his body. I’d go deeper if I could. Hell, I’d crawl right inside him and take up residence. I’d live here if I could.
Sebastian gives me the signal to continue, but I kind of don’t want to. I want to stay right here and savor Santino on my cock, in my arms. I don’t want to pull out, even just to thrust back in. I don’t want this moment to end.
I can’t actually get much leverage while we’re connected like this, with me holding most of Santino’s weight. So I rock my hips, pushing in more than pulling out. Santino whimpers and turns his face toward me. I press my cheek against his. His stubble is scratchy and it sends tingles across my skin. He smells all warm and spicy, the scent of cinnamon wrapping around me until I feel like I’m surrounded by him.
He reaches one arm back to bury his fingers into my hair. We kiss. Lazy. Messy. Sweet. It makes my head spin. It sinks deep into my bones, into my marrow. It unravels me.
My eyes sting a little bit and tears start welling up. It’s all just so much. Dealing with the darkness on my own for so long. Having Santino walk into my life and peel back all my protective layers. Finding out it’s not so terrible when I let someone in.
Fuck. I break the kiss and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I can’t think about any of that right now. I need to pull myself together. We’re on camera. It’s not sexy when a camboy suddenly bursts into tears in the middle of a scene.
“Hayden.” Santino’s voice is husky with arousal, but there’s also a hint of awareness, like he knows what’s going on in my head. He tilts his ass up and I sink in just a little bit deeper, then he clenches around my cock.
I gasp at the tightness and my breath comes out in a stuttered exhale. I can do this. I can finish this scene.
Santino reaches out to brace himself with one hand on the edge of the counter. I reluctantly loosen my hold on him so he can lean forward, giving me more leverage to thrust into his body. I take hold of his hips, pull myself out until only the head of my cock is inside, then I slam myself home.
“Yes!” Santino cries out. He throws his head back and reaches down to jerk himself with his free hand.
I set a grueling pace, fucking him hard and fast. Sweat gathers in the deep valley that runs down the middle of his back, glistening under the set lights. The scent of his arousal—of us combined—fills my nose. The sound of my hips slapping against his ass rings through the air.
“Yes! Right there! Right there! Just like that! I’m going to come! Fuck, I’m coming!” Santino shouts right before his whole body seizes up.
I keep pounding into him, fucking him through his orgasm. I wish I could see his face right now. I wish I could see what he looks like when he hits that high. I’ll bet he’s beautiful, gorgeous, angelic.
Next time. Next time we’ll do this face-to-face. So I can gaze into his warm brown eyes, so I can see what ecstasy looks like on him.
The thought of doing this again sends me right over the edge. I’m still inside him when my orgasm first crests and I have to force myself to pull out so I can come on his ass and back for the camera.
Next time I’ll come inside him. I’ll fill him up with my cum. I’ll shoot so deep a part of me stays with him forever.
As my balls empty, I stumble backward, my knees not quite able to keep me upright. I collapse against the opposite counter, chest heaving while I catch my breath. Fuck, I don’t remember the last time I came so hard.
A few feet away, Santino starts shivering. He wraps his arms around himself and his shoulders hunch forward. “Jesus Christ, it’s cold in here.”
Sebastian glances at me. “Hayden?”
But I’m already moving, pushing away from the counter and closing the distance between us. “Come here.” I curl myself around him and he melts into me.
“Was it this cold the entire time?” Santino asks.
“It’s not actually cold,” I explain, rubbing my hands up and down his back. “Your body chemistry is all out of whack after the scene. It’s basically an adrenaline crash.”
“Oh, shit.” Santino tilts his head back to look at me. “Are you crashing too?”
