Fucking duh, why didn’t I think of that? I should be doing that, I should move his hand away and take over, but I fucking can’t. I can barely hold myself up as it is, I’m too close to the edge, I’m too close?—
I gasp his name, “Ari!”
Just as the first intense wave of pleasure starts to make my thrusts stutter, Ari calls out, his ass pulsing, clenching so hard I can’t take it. “Oh,God, Will—Mmmphh— I’m—Uhhnhg—” I stop thrusting and press into him, rocking us both through our climaxes as I spill deep inside him, Ari moaning in my ear, his hands gripping me, pulling me into him like it’s possible for us to get any closer.
I rock inside him until I can’t anymore. Releasing my hold on his leg, I collapse on top of him, doing my best not to crush him, but also not really capable of doing anything to hold my body up. If Ari minds, he doesn’t say so. He wraps his arms and legs around me, body sinking into the mattress beneath me, while we both come down. I can feel Ari’s heart beating just as hard and fast as mine, and I focus on the feel of it until my heart rate comes down, and it feels synced with his.
Rolling to my side, I keep an arm wrapped around Ari to keep him close. My cock slips from him, and we both groan, making me think that maybe his ass was as happy with my dick in it as my dick was resting inside him. I want to bury myself inside him and stay there forever. Instead, I pull him in for a long, slow kiss.
“I can do better than that,” I tell him, half joking. We both got there in the end and I suppose that’s what matters, but that was the best sex of my entire life and I want him to feel as wrecked as I do by the experience.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he laughs, voice raspy and tired.
“I was just… trying not to come basically the whole time.”
“You were perfect.”
“You are.”
“No, you are.”
“No, you.”
“I know you are, but what am I?”
“Fucking ridiculous.”
When we finally come down from laughing, Ari props himself up on one elbow and looks down at me. “I love… your cock.”
I sputter and cough out another laugh. “That’s nice.”
“I’m serious,” he says, trailing his fingertips up my thigh and over my spent cock, which quickly takes notice of the attention. “You were so deep, and right where I wanted you. It’s never been like that.”
I blink up at him, trying to keep my attention on him and not the way he’s touching my body. “Like what?”
“So in tune with me, like you were paying attention to what felt good.”
I shake my head. “I needed you to come before I embarrassed myself. You had to jerk off to get there, and I barely held out. It’s just luck you got there when you did.”
He chuckles. “Not every guy cares that much. And when we came together like that?” He blows out a breath. “It was fucking perfect.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, I love… your ass. I have never felt anything like it. I’m going to be obsessed now.”
“Obsessed, you say?” Ari says, crawling over me.
“So obsessed. You’re going to get so sick of me trying to get inside you.”
“I doubt that, big brother,” he teases, biting his lip as he positions my cock and sinks down slowly, leftover lube and my release making it easy for me to slide inside him again. I shudder, hard, all the way down to my toes, which straighten out, then clench.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke out.
“Mmm. Yes.”
THIRTY-FOUR
ARI
Everyone is buzzing after the New Year’s Eve show. We haven’t been on stage in almost two months, and while the rest has been necessary and wonderful, the energy of the crowd is amazing. It’s one of those nights that pumps you up and leaves you with an adrenaline rush that’s hard to come down from.
