“Sunny,” Grant gasped, screwing his eyes closed, digging his thumbs deep into Sunny’s hips as he thrust into him, short, sharp jerks of his own hips making Sunny gasp and moan.
It felt so good to make him do that. To know that Sunny was getting off on this too. Grant could feel precome soaking into his shirt, Sunny’s cock prodding his stomach with every roll of his hips, rubbing up against him deliberately now.
Sunny wanted to come, too.
Grant licked his lips, and then worked a hand between them, curling his fingers around Sunny’s cock. He took a moment to appreciate that he was getting to touch him, getting to stroke his cock and make him moan louder, make his hips speed up, his breathing harsher.
Everything about Sunny left Grant in awe, not least of all the soft, eager sounds he made as Grant fisted his cock, gripping tight and working the length, using every trick he would have used on himself to get off.
He’d had alotof practice at this. It was the one thing he was confident he could get right.
“Grant,” Sunny gasped. “Oh. Oh,please.”
The sound went straight to Grant’s gut, a jolt of arousal that made his hips jerk forward, his fist clench a little tighter. He wanted to get Sunny off even more than he wanted to get off himself. Sunny deserved it. Sunny deserved everything he could ever want and more.
“It’s okay,” Grant gritted out between heaving breaths, his lungs burning with the effort, his balls tight. He was so close, too, and he just needed Sunny to come before he could, needed to be sure that Sunny was satisfied first.
Sunny made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, a choked scream, and before Grant had finished processing that he felt Sunny coming all over his hand, his sweater, and his own stomach, his hips slamming down on Grant’s cock as he came in waves, soft cries punctuating every thrust.
Grant’s head spun, his own arousal close to spilling over, so close, just a little more…
Sunny groaned, his whole weight falling heavily down into Grant’s lap, driving his cock as far inside as it could go, and it was all over. Grant’s vision whited out for a moment as he started to come, his hips jerking of their own accord into Sunny’s, hot pleasure ripping its way along his spine and spilling out of his cock, deep inside Sunny’s body in wave after wave.
Grant panted for breath as he slowed down, rocking them both to a stop and then collapsing back onto the couch, Sunny falling forward on top of him, boneless. He grunted as he took Sunny’s weight, but lifted his arms up to hold him, not wanting him to move just yet.
Even the cramp in his thigh wasn’t enough to convince him to give this up anytime soon.
Grant could barely remember being this content, this bone-deeply satisfied in his life. His head was pounding, his heart hammering in his chest, his pulse rushing in his ears, but every atom in his body was sated.
Hookups and one-night stands didn’t even begin to compare to the way being with Sunny felt.
That meant something, and Grant knew it. He wasn’t ready to think about it, afraid that the feeling wasn’t even slightly mutual, but it was there.
Sunny hummed against his neck after a few moments, still panting to catch his breath. “Better than expected,” he said, lifting his hips up so that Grant’s softening cock slipped out of him, wriggling to get comfortable again once it had.
Better than expected.
That was nice. Maybe Grant wasn’t totally hopeless after all.
He wanted to thank Sunny, but he wasn’t sure that was quite the right thing to say. It felt a little on the pathetic side, though he was genuinely grateful.
Affection from other men was something Grant had always desperately wanted, and Sunny was the first person he’d ever really felt it from. Sunny wasdifferent.
Sunny was what he’d been waiting his entire life for, but heknewhe couldn’t say that.
Instead, Grant hummed in agreement and held Sunny a little tighter, his heart contracting as Sunny snuggled into him.
“Hey, uh…” Grant began after a few moments, his voice rough. “It’s cold, and I never fixed your heater, but… my room is warm, and the bed’s huge…”
“Are you offering to share your bed?” Sunny asked, sitting back to look Grant in the eyes.
Grant nodded, blushing at the thought. Despite everything they’d just done, it seemed even more intimate.
“Yeah. Yeah, if you want… I mean, you don’t have to, I can just fix the heater…”
“Too late, you already offered the bed,” Sunny said, grinning eagerly at him.
Sunny’s smiles always made Grant’s heart flutter, but right now more than ever. He almost felt as if it was going to burst right out of his chest.
