While Magnus explored the impressive planes of Trey’s upper body, Trey worked free the button on Magnus’s jeans. The zipper was jerked down, then his jeans shoved down to his thighs. He had just enough time to suck in a breath before Trey was on his knees.
Thank fuck for the wall at his back. Magnus leaned into it, using it for support when Trey’s seductive mouth wrapped around the throbbing head of his cock. He wasn’t sure why Trey was so worked up, but Magnus didn’t care. He loved Trey like this. Hell, he loved Trey any way he could get him. Not that he could tell the man that. Revealing that he’d fallen in love with him an eternity ago would’ve sent Trey into a panic and ruined the best fucking thing Magnus had going for him.
“Oh, fuck,” Magnus hissed, gripping Trey’s hair in his fist, urging him to slow down. “Keep it up, I’ll come.”
That seemed to spur Trey, because he took him to the root, swallowed, his throat muscles caressing the sensitive head and nearly sending him right into that glorious freefall. Trey drew on his cock, releasing him before taking him down his throat again. Hard hands gripped his ass, tugging his cheeks apart. Trey’s skilled fingers dipped along the crack of his ass, teasing as they brushed sensitive skin.
Magnus pumped his hips, eager to get more everywhere, but he knew he wasn’t the one in control, regardless of what their positions looked like. Trey was always the aggressor, and Magnus was helpless to resist. Another fucking turn-on.
He focused on breathing, fighting off the urge to come down Trey’s throat. He moaned and groaned, repeating Trey’s name over and over. It was all he could do to keep from exploding.
Finally, Trey released his cock and got to his feet. Magnus barely managed to get his jeans up high enough not to hinder his movements before Trey was dragging him down the hall, into the bedroom.
“Strip,” Trey demanded, stepping back and doing the same.
Magnus wasted no time, kicking off his boots, shucking his jeans and underwear. He didn’t dare sit down, not sure what Trey had in store for him. Whatever it was, Magnus knew he would love the hell out of it. Instead, he looked his fill, admiring every lean inch of Trey as he stripped down to nothing, his beautiful cock bobbing proudly out from his body, eager for attention.
“Turn around,” Trey demanded before Magnus could offer up his oral services.
He slowly turned away from Trey.
“Put your hands on the bed.”
He did.
“Spread your legs.”
Magnus shifted his feet apart, bent at the waist, and assumed the position.
And while it should’ve seemed obvious, he knew that he would never be able to predict Trey’s next move because Trey Walker was not a predictable man. He was quite possibly the most incredible, the most attentive lover Magnus had ever had.
He listened for clues: the telltale click of the lube that Trey used, the slick, messy glide of a lubricated hand on a cock. He heard none of those things, but he remained just like that, bent over, spread-eagle, his cock throbbing and his asshole clenching in anticipation.
Something hard pressed against his anus. It wasn’t a finger or a cock, but he couldn’t quite place it. Because he trusted Trey with his life, he didn’t ask questions, didn’t panic.
Trey’s hand moved to Magnus’s hip, held him as something pressed more firmly against his hole. It wasn’t big enough to be Trey’s cock, but it was too big for anything else.
“Fuck me,” Trey rasped. “I like watching your asshole stretch wide.”
A chill ran over his skin, covering his entire body in goose bumps. Anticipation built, made his cock swell and throb. Whatever Trey used was being pushed into his ass slow and deep. A dildo? A plug? A vibrator? Magnus didn’t know.
Trey tormented him, sliding it in, pulling it out. Again and again, while Magnus’s ass gripped the intrusion.
A soft hum sounded a second before Magnus realized there was a vibration deep inside him.
“Oh, fucking hell,” he shouted when the fucking vibration grazed his prostate. His cock jerked, and he damn near came.
“Yeah? You like that?”
“Fuck … Trey … oh, fuck, yes.”
Trey fucked him with it, his hand tightening on Magnus’s hip as though he was holding himself back. Magnus clenched his teeth, his muscles coiling tighter with every pass of that damn thing over his prostate. He wasn’t going to last. He wasn’t. It was too much. Too good.
“Trey … oh, God. I’m—”
Suddenly the vibrator disappeared, and a second later, Trey was ramming his dick inside him. Magnus gripped the comforter, locked his elbows, and took every punishing thrust of Trey’s hips as he fucked him. Hard.
It was so fucking good.
