“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, allowing myself to savour the feeling of being serviced for a minute before getting to work.
And I wasn’t getting to work on Theo’s cock. I reached up to his beautiful thighs to pull him back slightly, so that instead of his cock, I was staring right at Theo’s ass. I grabbed at both cheeks to give me better access, then dove at Theo’s hole like a starving man.
Once again, I felt Theo’s mouth stutter and I knew I was doing a good job because of it. I swiped across his hole with my tongue in long, flat stripes. Both of us communicated through groans and moans, and in Theo’s case, the increasing pressure of his ass on my face.
Finally, despite the pleasure from his mouth and the feeling I got from giving that pleasure back to him, I had to push him off me.
I took a deep breath in. “Were you trying to suffocate me?” I asked.
“You liked it,” Theo said with a grin.
“You liked it,” I countered.
“Sure did,” said Theo. And then he was straddling me, but at the other end. He leaned forward to kiss me but had my cock running up against his spit-slicked ass as he did. He deliberately pushed back, making me moan his name into his mouth.
“Drawer,” I said, “quickly. I need inside you and I’m going to explode before I can.”
Theo reached into the bedside table, giving my cock a moment of blessed relief from the pressure.
Seconds later, he was back to his same position, cock bobbing over my stomach and a bottle of lube and condom in his hand. I gave his cock a gentle tug, and he slapped me away with the condom wrapper.
“Not until you’re inside me, I’m on a hair trigger here,” he warned. “I don’t want to use this, do you?” he asked.
“I am tested, and have not had sex in an embarrassingly long time except with you,” I replied.
Theo threw the condom behind him with that cheeky British grin I loved so much, then pumped a little lube onto his hand. When he reached back to slip up my cock, I yelped.
“Sorry, cold,” I hissed.
“Let’s fix that,” he said. He leaned forwards toward me again as he prepared himself quickly. He gave me a quick kiss that had me chasing him back up for more until I felt my cock line up with his hole. Slowly, as he sat backwards, I sank further in.
His eyes were screwed up tight, and I put one hand over his on the bed. “Is this OK?” I asked.
“More than, just let me get used to you,” Theo said. I kept as still as possible as he sank right to the hilt and then opened his eyes. “Is that it?” he asked with a wink.
“I’m sure I can thrust another centimetre if you ask nicely,” I grumbled.
“Oh, Mr García, you are plenty big enough,” he said. Slowly but surely, Theo started to move. His abs rippled as he rode me, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Just the sound of his whining, higher in pitch now, and the slap of our bodies together, would be enough to get me off. But thefeelof that hot, tight channel around my cock was like nothing I’d ever had before. And the fact it was Theo, my Teodoro, riding me, had me feeling almost overwhelmed. I had dreamed of this moment so many times, and here he was, fulfilling my every fantasy.
I could feel the sex reaching what felt like an embarrassingly early crescendo, and I was determined that if I was going over the edge, then Theo was going over the edge with me.
I pulled at his cock gently, extracting precum from the tip.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Don’t do that if you want me to last.”
It was my turn to grin evilly as I picked up the pace. I pulled gently at Theo’s cock even as he moved up and down, creating a stuttering rhythm that had both of us groaning in unison again.
“Gonna come in your ass,” I said.
“Do it then,” Theo replied, sweat glistening down his front from exertion.
I could feel the orgasm building, and I finally came inside him with a roar, my grip on his cock tightening involuntarily at the full-body orgasm. But that was all it took to have him spilling over my fingers and onto my stomach. After what could have been ten seconds or a million years, Theo collapsed onto me, panting. I pulled myself from him and held him close to my chest, not caring about the stickiness or the sweat.
“Can we do that again?” Theo spoke, muffled by his proximity to my neck.
“Give me five minutes,” I said, stroking one finger down the bumps of his spine.
When I woke up, the hotel clock on the nightstand told me it was 3am. And Theo, who had always rolled over and away to sleep, was snuggled right into my chest. Exactly where I wanted him. I squeezed him closer, and it was only then that I realised he was idly drawing patterns on my chest with one finger.
