Really,reallyhot.
He’d picked this position. He’d given Blake all the power. And now Blake was using it more effectively than Rusty had ever dreamed he might.
Why didn’t he ask for this before? He could have had three days of being thoroughly, endlessly fucked by the most gorgeous man he’d ever met.
“Dammit,” Rusty murmured under his breath.
Blake chuckled, moving again, sliding in slowly this time before rocking his hips. The thrust was shallow, but his cock was so deep inside Rusty that he was sure if he’d pressed his hand against his belly, he would have been able to feel it inside him.
“You love this,” Blake murmured. “I canfeelhow good this is for you.”
Rusty couldn’t argue with that. Thiswasgood for him.
He didn’t have time to respond before he felt Blake’s hand move, tickling the sensitive skin of his stomach as it skimmed over it, tracing down from his bellybutton, wrapping his fingers around Rusty’s cock.
Rusty moaned, torn between rocking his hips into Blake’s hand or back onto his cock.
He wanted to come, the pressure of an orgasm building in the pit of his stomach, but he didn’t want this to be over.
Not that he had much choice. His muscles were already tensing up, thighs aching, stomach clenched, the familiar pre-orgasm heat and tightness making him sweat.
He was so full, and Blake’s fingers felt so good around him, and his head was pounding. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Blake was speeding up again, his hips jerking out of rhythm, his breathing harsh. Rusty could hear him, feel him faltering, tell that he was close, too.
“You wanna come?” Blake asked, twisting his wrist as he jerked Rusty’s cock, tightening his grip.
Rusty nodded, too close to say anything intelligent. Blake apparently took the hint, speeding up his strokes, moving his hand to Rusty’s shoulder to hold him in place as he thrust into him, hard and fast, leaving Rusty’s body shaking with every movement.
Blake was stronger than he looked.
Rusty took a deep breath and then closed his eyes again, biting down on his lip as he let go, let the searing pleasure of Blake’s touch roll over him, bring him right to the edge, and then push him over.
He gasped, softer than he expected, as his orgasm hit, jerking his hips as he started to come, feeling himself spill over Blake’s hand, over his own stomach.
The rush hit him in the back of the neck, right where Blake’s hand had been before, whiting out his vision for a moment. He hiccupped and gasped for breath, his chest tight, his balls aching as wave after wave of pleasure hit him, leaving him groaning and bucking to wring every last second out of it, his heart hammering, ears pounding, cock twitching and hurtling toward getting oversensitive.
He rocked back and forth as it petered out, aware of Blake slowing to a stop inside him, taking his hand away, his grip on Rusty’s shoulder slipping away.
He must have come while Rusty was busy being deafened by the rush of blood in his ears.
It still felt good to make him come. One of the first things Rusty had fantasized about when he met Blake was watching him come, watching an orgasm wash over him moment by moment.
He still wanted that, though he didn’t need to watch so much anymore. He remembered what it looked like. Remembered how rewarding it was to get Blake off.
That hadn’t changed. Rusty’s heart swelled in his chest, joy at having gotten Blake off making his chest feel too small for it.
That was better sex than he’d had in a long time.
Blake pulled out carefully, hissing as he did so, then groaning and collapsing on the bed beside Rusty, making the mattress bounce.
Rusty eased himself down, his arms and thighs already on the verge of giving out under him.
“I owe everyone you’ve ever slept with a thank you note,” Rusty said.
Blake chuckled. “I’ve got a few new tricks, too. I’m not an innocent virgin anymore.”
“You were never innocent,” Rusty said. Blake had been shyer last time, but he’d been happy to ask for what he wanted. The sex had been great back then.
