“Ezra, you’re awfully quiet. You okay?”
“Hurts,” Ezra managed to say. His whole body was tense as he shifted, trying to find some relief, but there was none. Roman, seeing his discomfort, began to pull out. “Stop.” Ezra grabbed ahold of his arm to prevent his retreat. Roman remained there for a few labored breaths, concern written all over his face. “Hype me up,” Ezra said. Like when Roman encouraged him to try new foods and lift more weight than he thought he could, Ezra needed his coaching right now.
“You’re doing so good, babe,” Roman murmured as one hand skated over Ezra’s chest and pressed against his sternum. “Like an absolute boss. Look at how much you’ve taken already.” Ezra glanced down to where Roman’s cock was already lodged halfway inside of him. The veins on Roman’s shaft looked larger than usual and angry too, like the blood flow was being restricted. He felt a deep pulsating throb and didn’t know who it belonged to—maybe both of them. “See how you’ve made room for me,” Roman soothed and moved just a little so that Ezra felt the slide of Roman’s cock inside him, hot and thick. Roman pushed away the sweaty hair that clung to Ezra’s forehead. “How we doing?”
“Better.” The stinging had faded, and he was mostly numb down there, only with an immense amount of pressure.
“Can you handle a little more?”
“Yes, I’m ready now.” Roman’s hands reached under Ezra’s bottom and tugged him closer. The angle alleviated some of the discomfort and Roman readjusted the pillow to help with that.
“Good boy.” Roman caressed his side, distracting him a little. “Such a sweet, good boy.” He leaned forward to kiss Ezra’s forehead and Ezra felt it then. That same zing of pleasure.
“Ohhh,” he groaned and this time, not from pain.
“Am I hitting the right spot, baby?” Roman rocked his hips just a little and the zing exponentiated the sensation inside of him.
“Oh, yes,” Ezra said, feeling both drunk and dazed. “Right there, Roman. Pretty please?”
Roman’s groin connected fully with his bottom as he surged forward and grazed Ezra’s bundle of nerves again, such a heavy, thrilling pressure. Eager for more, Ezra hitched his legs higher, and Roman hooked his arms underneath his shoulders, so that he was practically folded in two.
“Make some noise for me, babe,” Roman said. “Let me know that you like it.” Only when he moaned in ecstasy did Roman roll his hips in a slow and sinuous motion, like a serpent.
“I do like it,” Ezra said as tears gathered in his eyes. He felt paralyzed all over except for a ball of pleasure in his loins that was both inside and outside of him at once. Roman was hunched over him with his knees supporting Ezra’s thighs so they were rolled up like a single Bakugan.
“How do you feel inside?” Roman asked without halting his movements.
“Like I’m pudding and you’re the spoon stirring me up, getting so deep and—nnnnh,” Ezra’s sentence broke off with a gasp because the pleasure was all-consuming. “Does it always feel this good?” It didn’t seem possible.
“With me it does, babe. I told you I’d take care of you. You want to stroke your pretty cock for me now.”
Ezra had nearly forgotten his poor penis! He used some of the excess lube that was spread all over his bottom to slick his hand and rub his stiff erection. It was a tight squeeze between his stomach and Roman’s abs, which only made it better. Meanwhile, Roman stroked his insides, building to the exact moment when potential energy becomes kinetic, a terrible and wonderful state of suspense.A good surprise, Ezra reminded himself.
“Your little hole is so greedy, sucking me inside and squeezing me so tightly. You feel me, baby?”
“Yes, Roman, you’re all that I feel.” Nothing mattered except that deep, incomparable pleasure.
“Tell me your little hole was made just for me.”
“My hole was so sad and lonely before you. It only ever had toys to play with, not a real, live man. Until you came along and filled me up.”
“Mmmm, yeah, baby. I like that. How’s my cock doing?”
“So good. I worship your cock, Roman.” Ezra had seen a lot of cocks in pornography and he was fairly certain Roman’s was the best. How many of them could liquefy muscle and bone and turn a man into goo? “I think I’m melting,” Ezra said, not at all concerned by it.
Roman growled sexy things while Ezra floated on a cloud of bliss, the sensations lifting him higher, taking him farther away from earth and into a galaxy of stars. Ezra thought about the moon and how deep beneath its cold craters and rocky landscape lies a molten heart that is warm and yielding. Roman had found his molten core.
“Better come for me, cutie, because I can’t hold out much longer.”
Ezra, raw with desire, hooked an arm around Roman’s neck and clutched him close while his other hand stroked his cock furiously. Ezra visualized the universe expanding and contracting as he shuddered through his orgasm and Roman kissed his flushed cheek. Hot semen spilled onto his fist as his body seized around Roman’s girth.
“Almost there,” Roman grunted. Ezra counted the thrusts as Roman mined him for pleasure. He made it to five before Roman’s body tensed and a soothing warmth spread inside of him. Roman was coating his insides, depositing his milky sap deep inside Ezra’s subterranean stem.
“You’ve turned me into a cream pie,” Ezra said, voicing his inner monologue aloud.
“You gonna give me a little taste?”
“What?” Ezra opened his eyes while Roman rocked gently with his softening penis still inside of him, like he didn’t want to leave the warmth of Ezra’s body.
