“Your body is beautiful, and your personality is beautiful, and I’m gonna make you come your beautiful brains out,” Charlie added in a low rumble.
A tingling wave of pleasure rolled through Scott at Charlie’s promise, making him arch his hips into the mattress as Charlie sped up again, his bare skin slapping against Scott’s, a sharp, echoing sound that punctuated every thrust.
Charlie wriggled back, lifting Scott’s hips up as he changed positions, shoving him into place with confident hands. Scott moved with him, wherever Charlie wanted him to go, trusting that he knew what he was doing.
The next moment his hips were high in the air, his thighs trembling under him with the effort of the position, his forehead pressed to the mattress.
Charlie shoved inside him again, making Scott gasp and writhe at the new angle, his back arching, his stomach bottoming out.
He groaned, loud and low, his breaths coming in harsh gasps as his cock bounced against his stomach with the force of Charlie’s thrusts. Charlie wasn’t being gentle anymore, and that was more than okay.
Gentle had been nice, but Scott needed to get off. It’d been too long already, too intense. He couldn’t have taken much more, already right at the edge of his limits.
He could feel his orgasm coiling deep in his gut, ramping up with every thrust of Charlie’s cock, every brush of his skin against Scott’s. Charlie’s fingers pressed deep into his hips, bright points of pleasure-pain that made Scott want to rock back, hard, force Charlie to grip him tighter.
Except his legs were too weak by now, too worn out to do better than move with Charlie, let him set the pace, keep him in control.
That was so hot. Everything about this was hot, from the exciting thrill of the forbidden to Charlie’s confidence, his ease with taking charge to show Scott the hidden wonders of his own body.
Scott hadn’t come yet and he already wanted to do this again.
Charlie’s hand moved from Scott’s hip to his cock, his fingers curling around the length, squeezing tight, and Scott was coming before he could even finish processing the touch, moaning low and deep into the mattress beneath him, his knees slipping further apart as the first wave of his orgasm overwhelmed him.
He jerked his hips into Charlie’s hand, stuttering thrusts as all the built-up tension flooded out of him, forceful pulses of pleasure making him gasp and hiccup as he rode them out, Charlie’s strong fingers still working him.
His throat hurt, and his legs hurt, and he really did feel as though he was coming his brains out like Charlie promised, the force of his orgasm so strong that staying conscious seemed like the best he could manage to do in response.
Just as he was starting to get too sensitive, wanting to wriggle away from Charlie’s hand, he felt Charlie’s hips still, one last, sharp jerk inside him, and then a groan that seemed to have started all the way in Charlie’s gut echoing off the walls.
Charlie’s hand fell away from Scott’s cock, gripping his thigh instead as Charlie jerked his hips against him in short, sharp thrusts, just for a handful of seconds before he sighed a deep, satisfied sigh.
He made Charlie come. That felt good, too, even though his mind was still too clouded to fully process it.
Charlie sounded happy. Charlie’s happiness made Scott feel good. It didn’t need to be more complex than that, did it?
Scott winced as Charlie pulled out, so used to having him inside him now that the absence of his cock felt strange. He felt hollowed out, his body adjusting slowly, a dull ache starting in his ass.
He was definitely going to feel that in the morning, but right now, he didn’t care.
Charlie gave him the smallest of nudges, and Scott took that as permission to collapse sideways onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this wrung-out before. He liked to think of himself as a reasonably fit guy, but it was dawning on him that he had some catching up to do if they were going to do this regularly.
It was also dawning on him that he really wanted them to.
“Consider that a tutorial for how to fuck me, when you’re ready.” Charlie flopped down beside him on the bed, equally out of breath. “But not tonight,” he added.
Scott breathed a sigh of relief. There was no way he could do that again without a nap and a full meal. Maybe an entire day to recover.
“Okay,” he managed to force out, not wanting Charlie to think he wasn’t listening.
Charlie’s cute and cuddly image in Scott’s mind was still adjusting to include everything that had just happened.
There was nothing cute and cuddly about any of it, but itwashot. For whatever reason, Scott had kind of expected an awkward fumble, where the magic of discovery and his growing feelings for Charlie made up for the fact that sex with other guys would be…
… well, weird or different or not quite likesex, he supposed.
He’d been extremely wrong, and for once, he was happy to be.
