Scott pushed his hips back a little way, urging Charlie forward, trying to will him to move. Charlie’s patience was incredible, but he couldn’t hold out forever.
Just as Scott opened his mouth to beg, plead with Charlie to keep going, Charlie shifted, lowering his hips, pushing the head of his cock inside.
Scott’s breath caught in his chest, a silent cry making his throat hurt with the intensity of it. He screwed his eyes shut, the effort of keeping them open too much as Charlie slid into him, constant pressure making his thighs tense up, his stomach clench.
It was good. It was so good Scott didn’t have anything to compare it to.
Could he do this for Charlie? Would it feel this good for him? He wanted to, if it would.
All of Scott’s senses closed in on the point where he and Charlie were joined, only able to feel the way Charlie was stretching him, filling him up in a way he’d never felt before, but that seemed so right, sogoodfrom the first moment.
Charlie fit in him like he belonged there, stretching him tight, but not too tight. Not further than Scott could take. Enough, and no more.
Blood rushed in Scott’s ears, his eyes unfocused as he blinked them open and his skin on fire again, lighting up at every tiny touch.
Charlie lowered himself down, laying his chest along Scott’s back. He pressed a kiss into the back of Scott’s neck, a low, soothing sound rumbling in his chest, vibrating through Scott’s entire body as the full length of his cock sunk in, so deep Scott was almost sure that if he pressed his hand to his stomach, he’d be able to feel it inside him.
His toes curled at the feeling, his whole body tensing up for a moment before he forced it to relax, the intensity overwhelming. He hadn’t realized he could be so sensitive.
“You’re amazing,” Charlie murmured, his breath ghosting over Scott’s ear. “You have no idea how good you feel. How hot you are.”
Scott went to respond, but Charlie rocked his hips at the same moment, turning whatever he’d been about to say into a soft, needy whine.
He’d never felt so wanted. So special. This was completely different from every other sexual experience he’d had, and he loved it.
He’d have to remember all that to tell Charlie later, because there was no way he was getting it out now.
“Talk to me,” Charlie said softly, shifting his weight. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” Scott choked out, barely managing to form the words. He was okay—better than okay—but his head was spinning and his lungs were burning, every nerve ending sensitive and raw.
“Good boy,” Charlie kissed the back of his neck again.
Scott panted to catch his breath, his heart pounding, but Charlie didn’t let up or give him a chance to recover.
Instead, he rocked his hips. Once. Twice. Long, slow strokes that let Scott feel every inch of Charlie’s cock as it slid in and out of him.
He could picture it clearly, his hole stretched around the width, clenching hard with every stroke as he fought to keep Charlie inside him. With Charlie’s weight pressing down on him, his breath tickling the short hairs on the back of Scott’s neck, he felt as though his brain was frying.
In the best possible way, though. If this was how he was going out, that was fine.
“Fuck,” he gasped as Charlie began to speed up, digging his fingers deep into Scott’s shoulders.
The warm pool of arousal in Scott’s gut made him squirm in response, his hips rocking of their own accord, pushing back to meet Charlie’s thrusts. His cock dragged against the bedsheets again, the friction both too much and not quite enough at the same time.
He wasn’t gonna last long like this. Not if Charlie kept going, the head of his cock hitting Scott’s newly-discovered sensitive spots with every thrust of his hips.
Scott grunted under Charlie as he started to speed up, taking the harder, faster thrusts in stride and speeding his own hips to match them, fucking himself eagerly on Charlie’s thick, gorgeous cock.
He might never have wanted a man like this before, but he did now. He wanted more, as much as he could get. Harder, faster, deeper. Scott wanted everything Charlie had and then some.
“More,” he demanded, his voice harsh, broken. His throat hurt, and his balls hurt, and he wanted to come so badly that he wasn’t even a little hesitant about begging.
Warm laughter filled the air as Charlie shifted his position just slightly, making Scott gasp at the new angle, grip the sheets under him even harder.
He wasn’t going to hold out for long. Not like this.
“You’re beautiful,” Charlie murmured into the back of Scott’s neck, making a shiver run down his spine. All he could do was grunt in response, but Charlie made him feel so good about himself. Better than he ever had.
