“But I’m-”
Riley reached out, pressing a finger to Brent’s lips. “Unless you were about to say perfect, I don’t wanna hear it.”
Brent opened his mouth to object, even with Riley’s finger in the way, but then sighed instead.
“You’re a good friend,” he said the moment Riley moved his finger away.
“You can thank me by fucking me. Soon. Please.”
“And a demanding friend,” Brent said, but he was smiling.
This was so nice that Riley could barely believe it was happening. He’d always felt close to Brent, but this was a level of closeness they rarely got to share. This was so much more than Riley was used to having with him, and it was making him greedy for more.
This still wasn’t about him, though, so he clamped down on the feeling and shoved it aside. This was about Brent feeling loved and wanted, and Riley intended to give all that to him and take nothing in return.
Well, nothing except a really good orgasm.
Brent shifted his position, grabbing another pillow to shove under Riley’s hips, lifting him up higher. He barely needed Riley’s cooperation to do it, easily able to push him around, hold his weight, move him however he wanted.
Arousal curled in Riley’s stomach again at the thought. Brent wasmorethan capable of providing a really good orgasm. He was so strong, so much bigger and heavier than Riley was.
It was still blowing Riley’s mind that his awkward best friend had grown up to be this hot. Riley had always loved him, and he’d wanted sex with him for the closeness, the intimacy of it, but a bonus of waiting as long as they had was that Brent was extremely fuckable now, regardless of whether or not Riley had feelings for him.
“I’m dying of old age, here,” Riley said, spreading his legs wider.
“Are you always like this? How do you ever get anyone to have sex with you twice?” Brent asked, lining himself up, pressing the head of his cock against Riley, so close to where he wanted it.
“Generally, I don’t.” Riley grinned. “The ones who come back are special.”
Brent leaned forward, bracing one hand against Riley’s shoulder, his fingertips digging into the flesh there, hard enough to bruise. He took a few deep breaths, obviously psyching himself up, then closed his eyes and rocked his hips forward.
Riley bit down on his lip as Brent’s cock finally filled him, barely holding in an embarrassing moan. He shifted his legs a little further apart, the mattress creaking under the movement.
Brent felt amazing inside him, the lack of a condom making him feel bigger, hotter than he’d ever experienced before. He could feel the skin of Brent’s cock catching against him, just a little. He could almost tell himself that he could feel Brent’s pulse, feel the vein along the underside of his cock twitching as his heart beat, but he had to be imagining that.
Either way, he felt so good that Riley already knew nothing else would feel like this again.
Riley had always wondered whether it would be any different with him, whether his feelings for Brent would make sex better, or worse, or whether he’d really notice at all.
He did notice, and it was already better. Every touch of Brent’s fingers sent sparks bouncing over his skin, every soft sound of pleasure Brent made curled up in his chest to be kept and remembered later.
“I need a second,” Brent gritted out, his voice already rough. “I… you’re so…”
“Hot?” Riley offered, grinning to himself. He was determined to get Brent to admit he was hot.
He might have been a little over-emotional about this, but that wasn’t going to stop him teasing Brent mercilessly.
“Tight,” Brent corrected. “I had no idea.”
Riley laughed at that. Being Brent’s first man was nice, too. He’d always wanted that.
Really, this was perfect. It didn’t matter that it was a one-time deal, something they’d never do or speak of again. Riley was happier to have it once than not at all.
Brent rocked his hips experimentally, making Riley gasp as his cock dragged over a sensitive spot. There was no point in trying to be quiet about this, there was no way he could maintain it.
Besides, Brent deserved to know how hot he was, how good this felt, how much Riley was enjoying it. It wasn’t fair to pretend otherwise.
Riley focused on Brent’s fingertips pressing into his shoulder, the other hand pushing down on his hip, holding him in place, tiny anchor points keeping him grounded.
