He needed this, and he was pretty sure Flynn wouldn’t mind being ridden like a prize stallion, either. If the sounds he was making were any indication, he was more than okay with Zach taking what he wanted hard and fast, barely giving either of them time to breathe as he sped up his thrusts, harder and harder, hurtling toward the edge of coming.
His orgasm started in the pit of his stomach, pressure building and building until it was too much, until he couldn’t contain it anymore. Zach screwed his eyes shut as a bolt of pleasure crackled its way down his spine, his hips jerking as his balls tightened, thick spurts spilling out of him and all over Flynn’s hand.
Thighs burning, he rode out wave after wave of pleasure, gasping as Flynn started to come too, grinding down against him to wring every last drop of pleasure out of this.
It felt so damnedgoodto make Flynn come that Zach could already tell he’d end up addicted to it. He could do this with Flynn all the time and still never quite get enough.
Zach groaned as his legs finally gave out, forcing him to sit heavily on Flynn’s hips and brace himself against his stomach, panting to catch his breath. He let his eyes fall closed, savoring the aftershocks as they rippled through him, squirming as he felt Flynn’s spent cock shift inside him.
In some ways, this was his favorite part. He liked sex, and he’d never pretended otherwise, but the few moments after, sated and exhausted,thosewere the best part.
The hand that Flynn had been stroking Zach’s cock with moved to his thigh, thumb stroking circles into oversensitive skin and exhausted muscles, and that tiny gesture told Zach everything he needed to know about how Flynn was after sex.
He was clearly not the kind of man who just rolled over and fell asleep.
Zach finally looked up, a smile spreading over his lips as he saw Flynn still flushed, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, breathing still a little ragged and uneven.
He’d done that. Flynn had come forhim, and no one else, and that washot.
“Not bad,” Zach teased breathlessly, still working on getting his breath back.
Flynn raised an eyebrow.
“I’d have to do it a few more times to make a definitive assessment,” Zach added. “Doesn’t seem fair to judge you on one performance.”
Flynn laughed, both of his hands stroking up and down Zach’s thighs now. Zach’s heart fluttered at the thought of how sweet that was, how Flynn was still trying to take care of him in his own way.
He could have fallen head over heels for this man if he was allowed. It would have been so damnedeasyto love him, forever and ever, and while Zach was still hurting and unsure and definitely not convinced that he could keep Flynn… the thought was nice.
“So, uh,” Flynn began, wetting his lips. “How do you like your eggs?”
Zach chuckled. “Fried, sunny side down, yolks solid. I’m sorry, I’m boring.”
Flynn shook his head. “You’re anything but boring,” he murmured, his hands coming to rest on Zach’s knees. “You’re incredible.”
Groaning, Zach eased himself off Flynn and collapsed into the mattress beside him, sighing happily as he straightened his legs out and the overused muscles stopped screaming.
“I’m gonna feel this in the morning,” he said, forcing himself to roll onto his side and face Flynn.
“I didn’t… hurt you, or…?”
Zach shook his head, his heart tightening at the worry in Flynn’s voice. “Not even a little. It’s just… well, it’s been a while. You know that.”
“I guess? I was trying not to think about it,” Flynn admitted softly.
Zach’s heart ached all over again, a soft, sad noise escaping him. “You’re not a replacement for Aiden,” he said. “I know he’s your brother and you love him, but you’re ten times the man he is. I’m not… using you to make myself feel better about losing him. I feel like I won the goddamn lottery meeting you.”
Flynn looked at him, reallylooked, like he was trying to work out whether or not Zach was telling the truth. Heartbroken at the thought that Flynn would worry about that, Zach reached out to take his hand, linking their fingers together and letting their joined hands rest on the mattress between them.
“You’re amazing,” he said. “Please don’t doubt that.”
A tiny, shy smile turned up the corner of Flynn’s mouth. “Kinda sounds believable, coming from you.”
“That’s because I have the wisdom of a sage,” Zach said.
“In the body of a twenty-six-year-old?”
Zach grinned. “Best of both worlds. I’m both hot and wise.”
