My dick is like a steel rod, aching with pleasure. I feel my crown breach his entrance, spreading him. Cubby sinks down onto me, and his slick rim grips my shaft.
I pump up with my hips and thighs, still holding him to my chest. “Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so good inside.”
“Chase,” Cubby moans. He rotates his hips, pushing down until he sinks to my base. “You’re so fucking hard.”
I pull my head back to stare him in the eyes. Sweat is gathered at his temples, and his face is contorted with pleasure. I’m not thinking, not trying to balance our needs. I just throw myself into this, and we move as one, hurtling toward climax.
Cubby falls against me, and I collapse to the bed. He’s on top now, writhing and moaning, both hands on my chest. I support his weight and follow his motion, leaking precum into his hole.
“Fuck me harder,” he demands, bouncing so that my crown slams against his spot, over and over. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. Fuck!”
“Gonna fill you up,” I groan, the words surprising me as my balls draw up against my body. “Gonna come inside you.”
Cubby throws his head back. “Right there!” he yells. “Right there!”
His hole seizes, clamping my dick like a vise. I feel Cubby’s orgasm first, quaking through him and tearing his voice into needy gasps. The pure heat of it sends me over the edge, his ecstasy feeding mine, and when a fat spray of cum erupts from his slit, I break into a million pieces and unload inside him, hitting my own climax.
All I see is white light, burning like the sun, and the joy on Cubby’s face.
We collapse, falling together. Aftershocks rock Cubby’s body as he twitches in my arms. I’m still buried in him and leaking, and he keeps holding me tight.
“Don’t move,” he gasps, then twitches again. “Stay right here.”
I press my forehead to his. “Right here,” I agree. “With you.”
