“Come for me,” Riley whispered, moving his other hand down to Brent’s ass, squeezing it tight, pulling him in closer.
His own hips jerked, torn between thrusting into his hand and back onto Brent’s cock, so thick and hot and satisfying that Riley knew he’d be ruined for all other men after this. Nothing would ever compare.
No one else would ever be Brent.
Brent groaned a low, heartfelt groan that vibrated in Riley’s chest, his hips bucking as he started to come, his cock twitching inside Riley as his thrusts got harder, faster, more intense than they had been.
Riley bit down on his lip as the beginning of his orgasm hit him in the back of the neck, making his back arch as a jolt of pleasure ran down his spine and he fisted his cock, squeezing tightly as he felt himself coming, thick spurts coating the back of his hand.
He panted, screwing his eyes shut, his mouth falling open. A shout caught in his throat, coming out as a broken sound he wasn’t sure he’d ever made before as he stroked himself through waves of pleasure, taking advantage of the aftershocks until he was too sensitive, too completely exhausted to continue.
Riley hissed as he felt Brent slip out of him, wincing at the loss of his cock. He was too sensitive to really enjoy it now, but he missed it all the same.
Above him, Brent panted like he’d just run a marathon, his hair soaked with sweat, plastered over his forehead.
He was glowing. His face was flushed and relaxed, his eyelids heavy, his mouth slack.
Riley could have stared at him all day and never gotten tired of it.
All too soon, Brent heaved himself up and flopped down beside Riley on the bed, the mattress moving with him.
Before Riley could say anything, Brent groaned the most deeply satisfied groan he’d ever heard.
That made him grin. Heclearlyfelt better after that, which had been the point.
As long as Brent was happy, Riley was happy. That was how it had always been.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” Brent said, his voice already sleepy.
Riley grinned again, pleased that he’d worn Brent out. Especially because he was exhausted, too, and at risk of passing out on him at any moment.
“I did,” Riley said, stretching his legs out gingerly. “It’s been a while.”
“Couldn’t tell,” Brent murmured.
“Good.” Riley yawned widely. “Don’t freak out in the morning,” he said, closing his eyes.
Brent would definitely freak out in the morning, but hopefully not too much. Not more than he could handle, anyway.
“I won’t,” Brent promised. He probably believed it, too, but Riley knew him. Between them, he was the calm one.
“Night,” Riley slurred, his tongue refusing to cooperate as much as he would have liked.
Brent grunted in response, apparently just as close to sleep as Riley was.
As he felt the world slipping away, Riley reached out to touch Brent’s hand, smiling as he did so.
