“They’re all yours.” Oz kissed Seth’s ear, then moved his hand, pressing Seth’s cock against his belly and stroking it with the palm and heel of his hand instead, dipping down to play with his balls. Seth whined, torn between pushing forward into the delicious friction of Oz’s hand, or the fullness of his fingers.
He compromised by rocking back and forth, getting as much of both as he could. Oz’s cock brushed against his ass, leaving a sticky trail of precome in its wake and leaving Seth biting his lip, on the edge of begging for it. Just the thought left him leaking precome, the thought of being filled up by Oz too good to wait for.
“Is your cock all mine, too? Because I’d like to exercise my right to it about now.”
Oz laughed softly. “All of me is all yours,” he said.
Seth’s heart leapt in his chest, the thought that he really was going to get to keep Oz, after all this, making his stomach flip.
That was almost hotter than the thought of having Oz inside him.
Almost.
Seth was just about to ask again when Oz eased his fingers out, making him hiss with the sudden loss. He felt empty without them, bucking his hips against the hand still rubbing his cock and waiting as he listened to the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper crinkling.
After what felt like an eternity, Seth gasped as Oz pressed the hot, thick head of his cock against him. He held that position for a few moments, shifting for a better angle, then pressed his hand into Seth’s stomach and pushed his hips forward.
Seth cried out as Oz filled him, a soft, broken sound that caught in his throat as the feeling knocked the air out of his lungs.
Oz felt as good as ever. No, better. Knowing this wasn’t the last time felt good, knowing that Oz loved him felt good.
Seth had never expected to care so much about how someone felt about him, but Oz had changed his entire worldview. Oz’s love meant everything to him, made him feel like a better person for having it.
The fact that it made the sex better, too, was an added bonus.
“You feel good,” Oz purred in his ear, nipping the lobe gently as he rocked his hips, starting with small, slow movements.
Thiswas the part Seth wanted to take a little slower. Now that he had Oz inside him, he was happy to draw this out.
“You too.” Seth wriggled back, hooking his foot over Oz’s calf muscle to pull himself closer. “I can’t imagine getting tired of you.”
“Good to hear,” Oz murmured, pressing soft kisses into Seth’s neck. He was building up a steady rhythm with his hips, just fast enough to stave off frustration without being so fast that this would all be over too soon.
Seth could feel arousal growing in the pit of his stomach, a glowing coal deep inside him, getting progressively hotter.
Every stroke of Oz’s hips warmed him just a little more, until sweat broke out over his body and he had to pant to catch his breath. He moaned softly, breaking the silence that had fallen between them as they moved together.
“Starting to get somewhere?” Oz breathed into Seth’s ear, his voice strained by now. Seth could feel the coiled tension in Oz as strongly as he could feel it in himself, the way that he knew every thrust relieved it, but didn’t take it away.
Oz was so deep inside him, moving with so much intensity and purpose that he never wanted to give this up, but the needs of his body were going to force him too. He wanted to come. It wasn’t urgent yet, but it would be soon.
“Oz,” Seth gasped, rocking his hips against Oz’s hand for extra friction.
“I’m right here. Right here, sweetheart. I love you.”
Seth whimpered at Oz’s words, shocked by how good it felt to hear that he was loved while they were doing this. He jerked his hips forward, rocking back hard against Oz’s cock, silently demanding more.
“Need more?” Oz asked, his voice starting to become strained. Seth knew he wanted to go harder, too. That he was holding back.
They didn’t need to hold back. Not emotionally or physically. Not anymore.
He nodded eagerly, hoping that Oz would take it as an answer.
Seth wasn’t disappointed for a moment when Oz rolled him over onto his stomach, pulling his hips up and shoving one of the pillows under him. The change of angle drove Oz’s cock even deeper inside him, putting even more pressure on all his most sensitive places.
Seth grunted as Oz sped up his strokes, building up to a hard, fast pace that shook the bed, leaving him wriggling and squirming against the pillow under him as Oz held the back of his neck, rubbing circles into it with his thumb, keeping him in place so all he could do was lie there and take it.
Oz knew by now that Seth liked that. He liked having control taken away from him like this, and he trusted Oz to do it. He’d always trusted Oz.
