His deep belly laugh made it clear he was okay. I pulled myself out from under him, laughing along. “I might have to temporarily revoke your suave card.”
He grabbed my shoulder, then tugged me down in a quick kiss. We tumbled back and forth as we pressed our bodies together, and my cock got hot in my briefs.
Demir rubbed his hand up beneath my shirt, pawing at my chest. “The boundary,” he said, “is just that we have to keep our underwear on.”
I pushed him down, then pulled his shirt off, throwing it aside. I leaned my weight against him. I wanted to keep pushing him down just as much as I wanted him to flip me over, overpowering me.
Our muscles strained together, and finally, Demir wrestled me to the floor, tugging away my pants and then my shirt. I laughed as I crawled back on him to pull his pants off, too.
We both breathed heavily, our bare skin pressed together. My legs were tired from skating, but all I could think about was thrusting against him and feeling every part of his body against mine.
Thank god I figured out I love men.
Sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains, Demir gave me another sweet kiss, and we began to explore each other’s bodies. We touched each other, and smelled each other, and moved together. I gave way to his touch, and when we wrestled across the floor, I threw myself back into him.
We rubbed our cocks together, pulsing and wet in our underwear, and clenched each other’s shoulders. I rode the orgasm, building at my base, as I took his nipple in my mouth, and dragged my hand down his shoulders, and kissed at the tender spot on his neck.
Waves of pleasure overwhelmed me, my body trembling against his.
And then, his breath hot, Demir moaned my name in my ear. My whole body clenched as an orgasm shot through me, and his body tightened back, just the same.
“Grayson,” Demir moaned. “Fuck yeah.”
And right in that moment, dizzy with pleasure, I stopped worrying about whether or not Demir truly liked me, and I groaned his name right back.
