“You seriously want to fuck now.” He looks at me in horror as I scatter my clothes around the room on my way to the bed.
“Definitely.”
“But they know what we’re doing.”
“They’ve obviously known for a long time. You could think of something new for today and yell extra loud. They’ll think we’re messing with them, while I fuck you in that greedy little hole, hard and fast, just the way you like it.”
Rolling his eyes, Dayyan grabs his crotch. “Fuck, how am I supposed to stay hard when you talk like that?”
“You’ve never had trouble staying hard before.”
“How can I say no?”
“You can’t,” I whisper in his ear, then I shout as loud as I can, “Come on, you horny tiger, show me your big cock.”
The next moment, Dayyan is lying face down in his pillow to hide his laughing fit.
“Ah, so that’s how I should take you.” My voice is soft again, my words meant only for him. “I love it when I can take you from behind.”
I make short work of his clothes, slide another pillow under his hips, and then I see it. The hole of my dreams. Fuck, it’s perfect.
Loose and relaxed, my first finger slides in without resistance. We both know what we want and what we need by now. On days like today, we definitely don’t need long foreplay, and Dayyan only needs the quick version to loosen up.
“If you stroke my prostate one more time, I’ll come. I want your cock, not your fingers.” He says that at a normal volume. The “Take me hard, you stud, now!” can be heard all through the neighborhood.
But I do him the favor, thrusting all the way in with one stroke. “Ahhh! Fuck, yes!”
“Yeah, come on, give your brothers what they want to hear.” I pull out almost completely and thrust again. This time, Dayyan moans into the pillow beneath him.
We don’t have set roles, but it’s no secret Dayyan prefers to bottom and that there’s hardly anything hotter for him than being taken hard. Our bed keeps bumping against the wall, just like I’m thrusting into him. His back arches and I know what’s happening.
“Ah...” A small, strained sound before his orgasm bursts out of him. “Oh, yes, you horny bastard! You’re fucking me so good!”
I’m already so close I can’t hold back my orgasm, which is accompanied by a hard fit of laughter.
Twenty minutes later, we come down the stairs, freshly showered. Firas and Nael are sitting in the kitchen with their arms crossed.
“Ah, that was good.” I gently kiss Dayyan on the neck. “Everything okay with you guys?”
“You can go fooling yourselves.”
“We know you were just pretending.”
“Too much?” Dayyan’s voice is so innocent I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. “Okay. Sorry. Next time we’ll try harder. Promise.”
Chapter 50
Jannis
Three months later
“Are you nervous?” Firas grins at me cheekily.
“No.”
Yes, horribly. I’m about to wet myself, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Are you ready?” Nael pokes his head into my old childhood bedroom.
