I pushed inside him in one long thrust.
The sound he made was somewhere between pain and pleasure. His whole body went rigid. I held still and gave him time to adjust, feeling him clench and release around me while he breathed through the initial burn.
“Okay?” I managed, barely holding onto the last shred of control.
“Yeah.” He pushed back slightly and took me deeper. “Move. Please move.”
I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in.
The pace I set was brutal with no gentleness in it, just raw need and desperation and all the fear I'd been carrying turned into something physical. My hips snapped forward hard enough to make him slide forward on the mats and the sound of skin on skin echoed in the empty gym.
Troy took all of it and met every thrust with a push back, turning the violence into something shared instead of something I was doing to him.
“Harder,” he demanded. “Stop holding back.”
I gripped his hips and used the leverage to drive deeper. I felt him clench around me with every thrust and felt the way his whole body responded to the rhythm I was setting.
The angle hit that spot inside him on every stroke. It made him shake and curse and beg for more even as he was taking everything I could give.
“Touch yourself,” I said with my voice rough. “Want to feel you come around my cock.”
His hand moved under his body and found his cock. The change in his breathing told me when he started stroking himself in time with my thrusts.
“That's it.” I leaned forward and pressed my chest to his back, felt the sweat between us and every shudder running through him. “You're so perfect like this. Taking me so well.”
“Declan.” My name came out broken and desperate. “I'm close.”
“Then come.” I bit his shoulder hard enough to mark. “Come for me, Troy.”
He came with a shout that echoed off the gym walls. His whole body clenched tight around me and I felt him pulse and shake and completely fall apart.
The feeling of him coming undone pushed me over the edge. I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go, came inside him with both hands gripping his hips and his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
The orgasm was total and complete and left me shaking and breathless and wrecked.
I collapsed on top of him with both of us gasping and both of us trembling with aftershocks.
When I could move again, I pulled out carefully and turned him over. I needed to see his face, needed to make sure he was okay.
Troy looked destroyed in the best possible way, tear tracks on his cheeks, lips swollen from kissing, eyes unfocused and hazy with satisfaction.
“You good?” I asked and ran my hand over his face, gentle now when I hadn't been gentle before.
“Better than good.” He pulled me down into a kiss that was soft and sweet and nothing like the brutal fucking we'd just finished. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I settled beside him and pulled him close. “Even when I'm falling apart.”
“Especially when you're falling apart.” He pressed his face into my neck. “Because that's when you need me most.”
We lay there on the mats in the quiet gym, both of us marked up and messy and completely satisfied in ways that went beyond just physical release.
This was what I'd needed. Not just the sex or just the physical connection, but the complete breaking open, the shattering of the walls I'd built, and the permission to be messy and angry and scared and still be loved anyway.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“For what?”
“For not leaving. For seeing me at my worst and staying anyway. For letting me have this.”
