Ryan started to meet Oscar’s thrusts as he pushed in another quarter inch at a time, slow and careful as always.
The way Ryan’s heart clenched in his chest as he felt Oscar slide in to the hilt was almost painfully intense. His gut ached with need, cock throbbing in time with his too-fast heartbeat.
As if Oscar had read his thoughts, he picked that moment to curl his hand around Ryan’s cock. The friction made him gasp, and then moan eagerly, need and want escaping him.
“Like that?” Oscar teased, as breathless as Ryan was.
All Ryan could manage in response was a whimper and a nod. Everything about this was overwhelming in the best possible way.
He could imagine being used to it, though. Having Oscar inside him was already comforting, and it was easy to picture slow, lazy sex on Sunday mornings where Oscar rocked into him like this for an hour, neither of them in a hurry.
Notthistime, but that was something to look forward to. Being completely comfortable with Oscar was what Ryan wanted most for the future.
The first slow rock of Oscar’s hips left him gasping for breath all over again, a shock of pleasure rippling through his whole body.Hellyes. He could definitely get into this.
“Not too much?” Oscar asked, stroking Ryan’s cock as he paused to wait for an answer.
“Perfect,” Ryan gritted out. There was no other word for it. This was everything he’d hoped for.
He felt so damnedgoodknowing Oscar was inside him. The intimacy of it was exactly what his heart needed right now. They were as close as they physically could be, and Ryan wasn’t sure he ever wanted to move again.
“You'reperfect,” Oscar murmured in response, rocking his hips a little faster this time. Stars burst behind Ryan’s eyelids as he hit that sensitive spot with the head of his cock, a thousand times better than with his fingers.
Between Oscar fucking him like he was the most precious thing in the world and stroking his cock lovingly, Ryan knew he wasn't going to last long. Not like this, not when his head was pounding and he could feel the room spinning around him even with his eyes closed.
Not when he knew, reallyknew, that he had Oscar. That he could keep him.
Oscar kept his pace steady, the bedsprings creaking under them in time with every new pulse of pleasure. All Ryan could make himself do was hang onto the sheets and meet Oscar's thrusts, but Oscar didn't exactly seem tomind.
His hitched breaths and cut-off moans told Ryan he was enjoying this just as much. Even though he’d had probably dozens of other partners, Ryan was stillenoughfor him. Everything about that was incredible.
Oscar’s free hand slid from where it had been holding Ryan’s knee in place, down his thigh in one long, agonizingly slow stroke. It swept up his side, tickling his ribs briefly and making him squirm before coming to rest on his shoulder, curling around it.
At the same moment, Oscar’s hips started speeding up, his thrusts faster and harder, jolting Ryan’s body with the force of each one as he built up to a rhythm that throbbed through Ryan’s whole body. His breathing sped up as well, his hips rocking to meet Oscar’s instinctively, driving him to go harder and faster, pressure building in his chest, his thighs, his gut.
Ryan forced his eyes open, looking up at Oscar—who’d closed his own—with awe. He was beautiful like this, mouth slack, hair plastered to his forehead, pleasure written in every line of his face. An experimental clench earned Ryan a moan, so he did it again, and thenagain.
Oscar retaliated by shifting his hips so every stroke skimmed his prostate, leaving Ryan gasping and pushing back onto his cock. He reached out to grab Oscar’s hip, wanting to pull him closer, wantingmore.
The pressure of an orgasm built in the pit of his stomach, the familiar needy tightness making everything feel hot and urgent. He wanted to come with Oscar’s cock inside him, and that wasn’t going to take long. Not with Oscar still stroking him expertly, using everything he’d learned to get Ryan off with his hand even while he was fucking him hard and fast.
“Close,” Ryan gasped, wanting Oscar to have some warning.
All it did was make Oscar speed up more, a low moan spilling from his lips, his grip on Ryan’s cock tightening right to the edge of pain, but not slipping over it. Just enough to make him that much more desperate.
Ryan’s orgasm hit all at once, a crashing wave of sensation rippling through his body in a shudder from his shoulders down to his thighs, his hips jerking as he painted stripes on his own stomach. It knocked the breath out of him, leaving him gasping for air, lightheaded, the intense release of pressure making his head throb.
Aftershocks rippled through him as Oscar kept going, fingers digging into Ryan’s shoulder, hips slamming into him, jerky, needy thrusts setting off wave after wave of pleasure, dragging his orgasm out for long moments. His cock twitched as Oscar’s grip faltered, a hitched breath telling Ryan that he’d just hit the edge, too.
Oscar bit down hard on his lip as he came, a moan catching in his throat, his hips stilling for a few seconds. Three hard, sharp thrusts to finish made Ryan moan in response, everything between his thighs oversensitive and tingly. The slightest contact was enough to make him gasp and squirm, still riding out the last few sparks of pleasure from his own orgasm.
Eventually, Oscar stilled, a heavy sigh letting Ryan know that he was completely, utterly spent.
Ryan felt as though he’d sunk six inches into the mattress, his body so heavy he couldn’t hope to move it, the weight of satisfaction pinning him in place.
Not that he was eager to move. He had a great view of a happy, post-orgasm Oscar from here, glowing and smiling a soft, relaxed little smile that made Ryan’s heart do a couple of somersaults as he realized thathedid that. That Oscar was happy and relaxed and smiling because ofhim.
“Damn,” Oscar said, more a sigh than an actual word, his chest still heaving with every breath. “I really hope you’re gonna want to do that again.”
