Some part of him knew that made Reid special. He wouldn’t have let just anyone do this to him. He wouldn’t have let himself feel so needy, want someone so badly if they weren’t special.
Gabriel wanted more than Reid’s cock, and if he hadn’t been in the middle of having his brains screwed out, that would have been terrifying.
“You too,” he responded belatedly, having almost forgotten what he was responding to by now.
His orgasm was already building in his stomach, every thrust of Reid’s hips sending wave after wave of pleasure rolling through him, making his lungs tight, making his gut ache with the need to come. Gabriel gripped the sheets under his hands, rocking his hips into the pillow, desperate for just a little more friction.
The hand on his shoulder pressed down, shoving him hard into the mattress, changing the angle so Reid’s cock struck his prostate straight on with every thrust, shock after shock of pleasure making Gabriel gasp and sob, arousal welling up behind his balls, the pressure so intense that all he could do was breathe through it and wait for it to burst.
Reid’s hand moved away from his hip, underneath him, between the pillow and his stomach. After a moment, Reid’s fingers wrapped around his cock, strong and sure, squeezing him tight and jerking him off in time with Reid’s thrusts.
Gabriel panted for breath, his head light, his fingers digging deep into the mattress underneath him as the world started to spin. He screwed his eyes shut tight, spreading his knees further, his thighs protesting at the position.
It didn’t matter. Reid felt so good inside him, so thick and full, so hot, he didn’t care what the rest of his body wanted. Any part of him that wasn’t his cock or his ass didn’t get a say right now.
He was so close to coming that he could feel it in the back of his throat, a rolling pressure, right on the edge of spilling over, need and want and pleasure swirling in his gut, making him impossibly hard, making him jerk his hips between Reid’s hand and his cock.
Within just a few more moments, it was all too much. Gabriel sobbed one last time, his hips bucking into Reid’s hand as he came all over it, coating the pillow and his own stomach as well as Reid’s fingers, his head pounding with every thrust of his hips, every wave of pleasure as it rolled through him, leaving him spent and exhausted.
He rocked back against Reid’s cock through the aftershocks, gasping as he felt it twitch inside him, as he heard Reid make a low, soft grunt that seemed to come all the way from the pit of his stomach, his hips jerking against Gabriel’s as he came, too.
That felt so good. His orgasm had been great, but Reid’s… Reid’s made him feel better about himself than he had in a long time.
Reid groaned as he pulled out, flopping down on the bed beside Gabriel, the mattress bouncing under his weight.
Gabriel lifted himself up gingerly, his arms and legs both protesting, and tossed the pillow he’d come all over to the floor. He collapsed onto the bed as well, sore and tired, but notassore and tired as he had been last time.
His head was still spinning, though.
His whole world had just changed.
“This is definitely improving my stamina,” Gabriel murmured after a moment, lying down next to Reid and staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah?” Reid asked, his voice rough.
“Yeah.” Gabriel let his eyes fall closed, sinking deeply into the mattress. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Reid had an excellent mattress. He knew what he was looking for. “Thank you for all your help. This experiment has been extremely successful.”
“Experiment?” Reid mumbled, exhaustion obviously catching up with him. They probably weren’t showering together this time, either.
That was a shame. Gabriel would have liked to try that.
“To see whether gay sex is a thing I’m into. My conclusion is that it is.”
Reid snorted. “You definitely seemed into it.”
Gabriel laughed at that. At least Reid didn’t have to wonder if it was good for him.
“Thank you for all your input,” Gabriel murmured, his eyes heavy.
“You’re welcome,” Reid said. “Night.”
“Night,” Gabriel responded, turning to his side and letting his brain switch off.
