Seth chuckled, gasping as Oz twisted his wrist, speeding up his strokes. He didn’t want to wait this time. He wanted to come, and then he wanted…
Well, he wanted to cuddle. There was nothing wrong with that.
“You’ve got the hat,” Seth said, like he had the first time they’d had this conversation, nodding to it.
Oz tightened his grip on Seth’s ass, pulling him in closer. Seth shifted positions, pressing his cheek against Oz’s instead, panting into his ear. All Oz could hear was that and the sound of blood rushing in his head, his heart pounding as he stroked their cocks together.
He loved the way Seth felt in his lap, the way he fitted neatly in place, the heat of his body seeping into Oz’s bones. The way his cock caught against Oz’s own, every movement sending ripples of pleasure deep into his gut.
Seth gripped his shoulders, using the leverage to rock his hips harder. He was lithe and nimble and all the things that apparently turned Oz on like nothing else, leaving him desperate for more, eager for anything Seth would give him.
Every touch was amazing, every skin-to-skin brush, every kiss, the sound of Seth’s breathing, the heat and weight of his cock in Oz’s hand. Oz wanted more of all of it. More of Seth. More of this.
He could already feel himself getting close, tension building at the base of his spine, his hips rocking of their own accord. He was glad now that he hadn’t waited to get inside Seth for the first round, because he would have been one hell of a disappointment this time.
Holding out after he’d waited so long, wanted this so badly, was turning out to be impossible for Oz to manage. His cock was leaking steadily now, his balls drawing up to his body, half a minute from coming. Urgency pulsed in his gut, the deep-seated need to get off pushing him to go faster, rock his hips harder and faster, grip both of their cocks tighter.
Oz bit his lip as Seth gasped, surging forward as he changed his grip and whimpering at the end, so perfect, so obviously enjoying himself. Sex had never been as good with anyone else as it was with Seth.
He turned his head to catch Seth’s lips, a spark of heat hitting him deep in the gut as Seth bit down on his lower one. Oz screwed his eyes shut, wanting to hold out just a moment longer, enjoy this for a few more seconds.
“Close,” Seth choked out between hot, messy kisses. “Oz, please.”
“I’m right here,” Oz assured him, moving his hand so it rested on the small of Seth’s back instead of his ass, holding him firmly in place so that he could rock against him, moving his hand out of the way so that they were skin to skin, sliding between both of their bellies, delicious sparks of friction scattering between them.
Seth cried out, a broken whimper as he came, coating Oz’s stomach and cock in a warm rush of fluid, bucking his hips as he rode out his orgasm, digging his fingers deep into Oz’s shoulders.
Oz bit his still-tender lip, groaning as his vision whited out momentarily, the feeling of Seth coming all over him enough to send him over the edge gasping, fighting for breath, riding wave after wave of pleasure. He could hear himself whimpering as his orgasm wrung him out, making his legs weak and his head spin, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Sex with Seth was great. It had been great every time.
Oz panted to catch his breath, his head still spinning and his lungs burning for air. Seth collapsed against him, equally worn out, but warm and comforting.
“I needed that,” Seth mumbled after a few moments.
“Yeah,” Oz agreed. “Yeah.”
A wave of tenderness washed over him as Seth rested his head against his shoulder. Oz moved his hands to wrap around Seth, holding him in a gentle hug, rubbing circles into his back.
This was nice. Soothing.
He liked fucking Seth, but he was starting to realize that he wanted to make love to him. If there was any kind of difference. He wanted to go slower sometime, kiss every inch of Seth’s skin, whisper into his ear about how beautiful he was, how much Oz…
Loved.
Him.
Oh. That was... oh.
Awkward, at best. Definitely not something he should say out loud if he didn’t want Seth to laugh at him and then immediately leave.
Of course he’d fallen for the guy he couldn’t have. Ofcourse.
“I’d like to clean up, but I don’t wanna move,” Seth said.
“Gimme a few seconds and I’ll get a towel,” Oz responded. He might not be able to tell Seth he loved him, but he could indulge in taking care of him without Seth ever knowing there was anything amiss.
“No.” Seth shuffled back, forcing Oz to let go of him as he stood on shaky legs. “You had a rough day yesterday,” he said, ducking in and kissing Oz’s forehead before heading for the bathroom.
