“Which position do you like the least?”
Tate smiled, leaning forward. “The one when you’re not inside me.”
Donovan laughed, the sound echoing around the enclosure.
“Come here, then,” he said, holding onto Tate as he turned to stretch his legs out on the bench. He released Tate so he could extend his arms out behind him, putting his palms flat on the bench.
Tate shifted one leg out from under him, stretching it out forward.
“Put me inside you, Tate,” Donovan growled. “Now.”
Propping himself on his knee, Tate guided Donovan’s cock between his legs, pressing the head firmly against his anus. He lowered himself slowly, Donovan’s cock sliding in slowly, filling Tate inch by inch. As he sank down on him, Tate pulled his other leg out from under him and stretched it out until they were in a see-saw position, facing one another.
Donovan’s stomach muscles clenched as the pleasure tore through him. It wasn’t simply being inside Tate that did it for him. It was looking at him, seeing the way his eyes glazed and his lips parted as the pleasure consumed him, too.
Tate planted his hands behind him on Donovan’s knees for leverage and began to rock forward and back, fucking himself on Donovan’s cock.
“God, Tate,” Donovan hissed. “I love watchin’ you fuck me.”
So he did, admiring the flex and shift of Tate’s muscles as he took his pleasure from him. The way his cock bobbed proudly, untouched by either of them. He took his time, never rushing, as the ecstasy simmered and glowed hot.
Thankfully, the timer ran out on the heater, and it clicked off. The room was a thousand degrees, and they were only creating more heat as Tate fucked him.
“Stop,” Donovan said, sitting up straight and grabbing Tate’s hips.
When Tate’s arms went around his neck, Donovan grabbed his ass and turned, putting his feet on the floor. He stood, still lodged deep inside Tate. As soon as they stepped outside the sauna, they were blasted with cooler air. Donovan didn’t make it farther than the vanity counter. He propped Tate on it, grabbing under his knees, pushing his legs back to change the angle. He began pumping his hips, fucking in deep and slow.
When the pleasure became too much, he stopped again, this time carrying Tate into their bedroom. His cock dislodged when he set Tate on the bed. He didn’t waste time joining him. He paused briefly to kiss him, to taste the man’s sweet surrender.
“Please,” Tate groaned against his mouth. “I need you inside me.”
Donovan rolled to his back and reached for the pump bottle on the nightstand, needing more lube for what he had in store for Tate next. He tucked a pillow under his head, then drizzled more lube over his cock, hissing at the chill.
“Ride my cock,” he growled roughly as he tossed the bottle aside.
When Tate started to straddle him again, Donovan shook his head. “Turn around.”
Tate’s eyebrows popped, and a smile contorted his mouth. He liked this position, and Donovan knew it.
Tate faced away from him, straddling his hips and sitting on his dick. Donovan grabbed Tate’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide, easing him down, watching as his cock slowly sank into the heated bliss of Tate’s body.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed. “Take all of me, Tate.”
Donovan guided Tate up and down, unable to look away from the erotic sight of his cock disappearing inside Tate. When the lightning storm erupted in his spine, he drove himself deep inside Tate and pulled him down, his chest to Tate’s back. In this position, Donovan’s lips were near Tate’s ear. He curled his arms around him, flattening his palms on Tate’s chest and slowly running them down, over his stomach, his hips.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered, holding Tate’s hips and thrusting up into him. “So fuckin’ hot.”
They’d stopped using condoms, and Donovan found the sensation damn near addictive.
Tate gripped Donovan’s forearms to keep from rocking off of him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Donovan told him.
“I love you,” Tate hissed, trying to impale himself on Donovan’s cock.
“Say it again. Tell me you’ll marry me.”
“I’ll marry … oh … fuck … yes, I’ll marry you.”
