He tightened his grip, gasping at his own touch. In his mind, hewent back to stroking Max off, moving his fingers up and down, searching forthe right rhythm, the right pressure, all the things Max needed to get off.
He could almost hear Max sighing, soft and needy as he rolled hiships, just a little, not enough to make the water splash.
Connor bit his lip, thumbing the head of his cock as he lethimself sink into that thought, as he imagined doing the same to Max. Strokinghim gently, whispering in his ear about how beautiful he was, how good all thisfelt for him, how much Max deserved it.
Max wanted Connor to take care of him. In Connor’s fantasy, Maxhad given in, come to trust him, felt comfortable letting Connor do things forhim.
His skin tasted clean when Connor kissed it, the faintest trace ofsalt on it, soft and damp and perfect. He licked a stripe up Max’s neck, makinghim gasp, his cock twitching in Connor’s hand in response.
In his head, Connor climbed into the bath, water splashing on thefloor, Max’s hard cock brushing against his own.
He gripped them both together, rocking his hips, reveling in thetug and pull of Max’s velvet-soft skin against his own. The perfect, deliciousfriction, the heat of it, Connor’s hips grinding against him, eager to get themboth off.
Watching Max’s mouth fall open, his eyes widen as his arousalbuilt, need burning in them.
Connor’s thighs tensed up at the thought, his belly hot and tight,arousal making him restless. He raised one knee, giving himself space to reachdown with his other hand and cup his balls, roll them in his hand, imagine thembrushing against Max as they rocked back and forth, back and forth.
Max would gasp, and whimper, and softly beg for more.
Connor groaned aloud as he tugged on his cock, biting down on hislip to stop himself even though there was no one around to hear. He was closeto coming now, his balls aching, heavy in his hand.
He let himself lean forward in his mind, pausing in front of Max’slips like he had earlier, breathing in the too-mature scent of his cologne, theheady warmth of it, staring at his soft, pink lips.
He was so gorgeous. Connor couldn’t imagine him tasting ofanything but sweetness and stale coffee, and his mind had no trouble bringingthe two flavors to his tongue as he made contact with fantasy-Max’s lips. Theyparted eagerly for him, giving Connor the chance to deepen the kiss, sweep histongue over Max’s palate.
A taste of what hereallywanted to do to him. He wantedMax under him, aroused and desperate, his hips raised up on a pillow, his hardcock curving up toward his stomach.
His broken voice begging Connor to fuck him, now, hard and fast.
Precome leaked freely from the head of Connor’s cock, slicking theway and letting him move his hand faster, harder. He could hear Max moaninginto his mouth now, his hips rocking up against Connor’s, eager and needy.
Max would be so much fun in bed. So grateful, so generous, and sodamned eager. Connor had seen the way he opened up with just the lightest fewtouches.
He could only imagine what he’d be like having his cock sucked.
That thought made Connor moan aloud, arousal flaring in his gut,reminding him that he was close. He didn’t want to finish yet, though. Notuntil he’d let his little fantasy finish its course.
In his mind, he steadied himself with a hand on Max’s shoulder,rocking his hips hard against him, gripping both of their cocks tighter.
He could see Max was close, his eyes glazed, his lips red,kiss-swollen, and parted. His chest was heaving with every breath, his hipsrocking by themselves, his cock hot and hard, leaking precome into the warmwater.
Connor screwed his eyes shut tight, biting down on his lip.
“You can come,” he murmured in his head, leaning close toMax’s ear to get the message across.
Max gasped, his eyes widening, his hips arching high, watersplashing everywhere as he came, a low, needy groan rumbling in his chest ashis orgasm rolled through him, bath water still sloshing over the sides.
The image was enough to set Connor off, a sharp spike of pleasurehitting at the base of his spine, making his own hips jerk as he started comingall over his hand, thick spurts making a mess on his belly as he strokedhimself through it for what felt like hours.
He groaned, loud and long, his hips rocking off the mattress asthe last few waves of pleasure rolled through him. His chest heaved with everybreath, his lungs burning when he was spent, exhausted and out of breath.
It’d been a while since he’d had an orgasm that good.
He let his eyes fall closed as he came down, the image of Maxexhausted and satisfied lingering in his mind, his heart aching at the thoughtof how badly he wanted to kiss him.
Connor licked his lips, his mouth and throat suddenly impossiblydry.
He rolled out of bed with a groan, heading to the bathroom toclean himself up. The cold washcloth made him his as it touched hisoversensitive cock.
