Ryan was staring at him, pretty pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Whether or not he’d come to terms with it yet, he wasverybi. Boys who weren’t into boys didn’t stare at dicks like that.
“You can take over if you want,” Oscar said, moving his hand aside almost all the way, just barely touching himself with his fingertips.
Ryan reached out without a moment’s hesitation, brushing Oscar’s hand aside and curling his fingers around his cock again, just like last time. This time, though, he was brimming with confidence, his grip sure and firm, his thumb coming up to swipe precome away from the head instantly, long, sure strokes in time with Oscar’s hips starting up without so much as a pause.
Oscar bit his lip and let his eyes fall closed, happy to drown in the sensation of Ryan’s hand around him and Ryan’s cock filling him up, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, the pressure of an orgasm building stroke by stroke. His thighs ached from the effort of riding Ryan, and he knew he’d feel this in the morning, but right now, he was having the time of his life.
“I’m gonna tie you to this bed and keep you here,” he joked, gasping for breath as Ryan pressed against a sensitive spot. “As a personal sex slave.”
“Yeah?” Ryan asked, hope in his voice. Not hope that Oscar would actuallydothat, he was fairly sure, but hope that Oscar meant the sentiment behind the words. That he liked this, and he’d want to do it again—and again, andagain, if Ryan was interested.
Forcing his eyes open, Oscar held Ryan’s gaze and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, voice strained with effort and just the tiniest bit of emotion.
Ryan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, lips parted, eyes glinting as he looked Oscar up and down like he was the only thing in the universe, anddamn. Oscar was more of a cat guy, but he could absolutely have kept this giant puppy of a man forever and ever.
Instead of dwelling on that dangerous line of thought, Oscar picked up speed again, slamming his hips down against Ryan’s at the end of every stroke, the urge to come starting to get unbearable. He wanted to finish with Ryan’s cock inside him, his strong fingers wrapped around his cock, and the absolute knowledge that he was rocking Ryan’s world right now.
The first tingling rush of his orgasm started at the top of Oscar’s spine, his gut tightening as he felt it. He surged forward, a needy moan escaping him, a hot wave of lust pushing him down. His lips crashed into Ryan’s, thrusts speeding up as he deepened the kiss.
Oscar’s heart clenched in his chest as he felt Ryan open up under him, eager and so damnedgood. Ryan would have let him have anything he wanted, he realized in that moment. He was so happy to be here that he would have done whatever Oscar asked.
Pushing the thought aside, Oscar focused on the heat and friction around his cock, the satisfying thickness of Ryan’s cock inside him, stretching him to his limit. The way it kept brushing against the perfect spot, jolts of pleasure surging through Oscar with every thrust.
He groaned, low and loud and almost embarrassing as he started to come, his orgasm crashing over him hard and fast, making him cry out as he spilled over Ryan’s hand.
Oh, that wasgood.
Damn.
Ryan could fuck him whenever he wanted.
A low moan rumbled in Ryan’s chest, his fingers tightening on Oscar’s thigh, his hips rocking up against him. Oscar gasped with every thrust, aftershocks skittering through him, setting off nerve endings he barely remembered he had as Ryan’s hips jerked three, four, five times before he stilled, hips arched off the bed, a broken sound tearing free of his throat.
Oscar hummed as Ryan sighed with bone-deep satisfaction and melted into the mattress, the springs creaking under them. He could still feel Ryan panting, even past the rush of blood in his own ears, but he was content to let his weight fall on Ryan’s chest, sure he could take it.
For long moments, they both lay still, catching their breath slowly.
Eventually, Ryan’s arms came up around Oscar, his hands splayed over his back, just barely holding him in place. It wasn’t a possessive gesture, exactly. The hold was too light for that.
He just wanted to touch. If anything, it reminded Oscar of the way he handled wild animals. Gently, knowing he couldn’t keep them forever, but wanting to have been a part of their tiny lives, even if it was only long enough to free them from a fence or a fishing net.
Having that touch directed at him was new, and he wasn’t sure how to react to it.
The creeping thought that Ryancouldkeep him forever blossomed in the back of his mind, as though it’d been waiting there for the right moment to spring itself on Oscar. For a moment where he wouldn’t fight it.
This was that moment. He could have fallen in love with Ryan. Maybe he alreadywasfalling in love with him.
What seemed unlikely was Ryan falling in love back. Oscar was just… a pitstop in his life. Maybe a memorable one, but not for keeps.
The last thing Oscar wanted was to fall for another man who was just going to walk away someday, and he knew Ryan was only here temporarily. That was what had made all this seem like agoodidea.
Sex was definitely still a good idea. It was the wholefeelingsthing that seemed less smart. Oscar had been going out of his way for years to avoid having those.
“Penny for your thoughts? Although I feel like I’d be short-changing you,” Ryan said, breaking what had become a long silence.
Not an uncomfortable one, though. Oscar wascomfortable, and that was risky.
