“Still okay?” Ezra asked, pulling Mike back to the present.
Mike nodded, warmth blooming in his chest at how damnedconsiderateEzra was, how gentle he’d been the entire time without ever making Mike feel ridiculous for needing it. “Thinking about you,” he murmured, since Ezra deserved to hear that.
He deserved to know how this felt, how good it was.
Ezra chuckled, running his palm along Mike’s side and finally curling his fingers around his hip. “Up,” Ezra commanded, pulling his hips back, moving Mike to his knees, face still buried in the pillow under his head.
He barely had time to think before Ezra’s other hand was curled around his shoulder, holding him in place, the new angle making it feel like Ezra’s cock was even deeper inside him.
A needy whine escaped him as Ezra’s hips rocked for the first time, stars exploding behind his eyelids as the head of his cock grazed that same sensitive spot.
“More,” Mike said, the word escaping him before he’d even had the thought, becausehell yes. He wanted Ezra to fuck him like this, hard and fast so he felt it in the morning, so he could feel the proof that it was real. That this hadhappened. That they’d both wanted it.
Ezra clearly didn’t need to be told twice, his hips slamming against Mike’s as they snapped forward, a handful of jerky, uneven thrusts leaving Mike gasping for breath, gut tight with the urge to come before he settled down into a harder, faster rhythm than before, the bed shaking under them.
To Mike’s incredible relief, Ezra’s hand wrapped around his cock just as he was thinking he couldn’t stand it anymore, the sudden warmth making him hiss. This was what he needed. He was so close he couldtasteit, and he wanted to come with Ezra’s cock inside him.
He panted for breath with every thrust, head spinning from the lack of air, lungs burning with the effort. Everything was somuch, and it didn’t let up for a moment, Ezra pounding into him mercilessly in time with his too-fast heartbeat. For a bright, wonderful moment, everything about them was in sync, their breathing and heartbeats and the roll of their hips, and Mike had never felt more connected to another person.
“Ezra,” Mike gasped, his voice rough and broken. He needed to come. “Gonna…”
Ezra twisted his wrist, tugging on Mike’s cockjustright, catching the head at the same time as he slammed into him, sending a harsh shudder of pleasure rippling down his spine, gathering deep in the pit of his stomach before it spilled over in a white-hot rush, the first wave of his orgasm crashing over him hard and fast.
He groaned again as he felt Ezra’s cock twitch inside him, his breath hitching at the sudden sharp jerk of his hips, forcing another rush of pleasure to roll down his spine, his own hips rocking into Ezra’s hand as he came in spurt after spurt, eyes screwed shut and head spinning with the force of it, pleasure and relief all rolled into one as he rode out the aftershocks.
Once he was completely spent—wrung out, and a little sore all over—Mike collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, wincing at the sudden loss of Ezra’s cock inside him.
Ezra eased himself down half on top of him, panting harshly, their skin sticking together everywhere they were touching.
Despite his exhaustion, Mike smiled.
A moment later, Ezra laughed softly, and any remaining tension between them just seemed to melt away.
“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” Ezra mumbled, his voice muffled against the skin of Mike’s shoulder.
Mike chuckled, not inclined to move just yet even though he knew he had to get cleaned up and get home before anyone wondered where he was.
His stomach sank at the thought of that. Right now, all he wanted to do was lie here with Ezra for hours, talking softly, maybe napping together.
Instead, he’d have to go back to his parents’ place and pretend like he hadn’t just had one of the most important experiences of his life.
“It was great,” Mike said, because itwas. He just wished he didn’t have to immediately think about getting up and leaving. He wanted to stay here, with Ezra, where he was starting to think his heart belonged.
“Thank you,” he said after a handful of heartbeats. “For doing this for me.”
Ezra didn’t say anything in response, but pressed a kiss to Mike’s shoulder instead.
For the moment, maybe that was enough.
