Morgan squirted lube all over Boyd’s finger. The slippery gel coated his finger, ran down over his knuckles, and dripped onto Morgan’s stomach.
“You want me inside you?” Morgan growled, his voice a low, demanding rasp. “Get yourself wet.”
Part of Boyd rankled at the order. He’d never been great at being told what to do, not outside of work, at least. But it was outnumbered by the rest of him that really wanted this.
Boyd shifted position up onto his knees and reached back to smear the lube down into his crack. He worked it over and around his asshole and then pushed his finger inside. It wasn’tenough, but the pressure of his finger still made his thighs tremble and his balls clench with reaction.
“That’s it,” Morgan said as he reached over Boyd’s hip and covered Boyd’s hand with his own. He pushed Boyd’s finger deeper and slid one of his in behind it, thick and blunt as they fucked Boyd’s ass slick and open. “Make it real nice for me.”
At some point, around the time that Morgan blushed over a blowjob, Boyd had assumed he was the one with more experience. Now he could feel the heat crawl up his own chest with a flushed mix of arousal and nerves as lube slid between their fingers and into him.
“You’re a… jerk,” Boyd said raggedly as he pushed back against the fingers in his ass.
For some reason the accusation made Morgan grin. “Yeah, but you still want me.” He ripped open the condom with his teeth and shook the ring of rubber out onto his sweat-damp chest. “Say it.”
“What?”
“What you want me to do.”
Ah. That.Boyd ran his hand over the taut line of Morgan’s stomach and up to the flat coins of his nipples.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said, his voice ragged and blunt with lust. “Now.”
Morgan’s chuckle was a low, dark noise as he slid his fingers out of Boyd. The sudden feeling of emptiness made Boyd whimper as his ass tightened around nothing. He leaned back to sit on Morgan’s lean thighs, his hand loosely wrapped around his cock as he watched Morgan slide the condom down over his cock. The thin layer of latex stretched over the thick shaft and outlined the heavy vein that ridged the underside from base to wet, shiny head.
The memory of that cock in his mouth, the weight of it on his tongue and the taste of Morgan, made Boyd groan softly. He tightened his fingers around his cock, the pressure-pleasure sticky and thick in his balls as he imagined it inside him.
“I’mstilla bad idea,” Morgan said. “You were right about that.”
“I know,” Boyd said. “You’re worth it.”
Morgan half smiled and then shook his head. “That makes no sense, but I’m not going to argue.”
“Good.” Boyd lifted himself up and slid forward until he was in position over Morgan’s cock. “I want you. I want this. I know what I’m doing.”
“Then I’d shut up and prove it,” Morgan teased with that same half-crooked smile. He stroked his hands up Boyd’s thighs to grip his hips. “Or you want me to do all the work?”
Boyd wrapped his hand around Morgan’s cock, latex slippery under his lube-slick fingers, and lowered himself onto it. The head pressed, blunt and thick, against his hole for a second. Then the muscle, already wet and loosened, relaxed enough for the cock to push in.
“Oh damn,” he muttered under his breath as he felt himself stretch to accommodate the width of the shaft. It ached with a dull heat that spread through his ass and into his stomach and sent flutters of heady pleasure into his balls and cock at the same time. He chewed his lower lip as he rocked his hips slowly to work the length of it inside him. As the cock pulled him wider, Boyd wrapped his hand around his cock and tugged on it with jerky, impatient strokes.
“Fuck,” Morgan groaned. He let his head fall back against the floor with a soft thud as he flexed his fingers around Boyd’s hips. “That feels good. You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”
Boyd ran his hand along Morgan’s arm. “Prettiest assholes in the bar tonight,” he said.
It made Morgan snort, and Boyd felt the vibration of it inside him. He sucked in a startled breath at how good that felt and pushed himself down until he had all of Morgan’s cock inside him. It felt… impossible—far too much of someone else inside him to make sense. His stomach tightened, and the long muscles under the skin trembled with hunger as he sucked in a deep breath through his teeth.
“If Shay knocks on the damn door this time,” Morgan said, “he can fucking wait.”
Boyd snorted again. “I think the last thing he wants,” he said as he rolled his hips against Morgan, the muscles in his ass clenched around the cock that spread him wide, “is to see your cock again.”
“Good,” Morgan said thickly, his jaw clenched. “Fuck him. You feel so good.”
Boyd lifted himself up, the muscles in his legs tight with the strain, and thrust back down again. The head of Morgan’s cock grazed his prostate and spilled a dark wave of pleasure down Boyd’s nerves. His cock was thick and flushed between his fingers as he stroked it, raggedly out of time with the stroke of his hips.
Sweat slicked their skin, slippery and cool, as Boyd fucked himself on Morgan’s cock. His hand slipped on Morgan’s arm and he braced himself on his chest instead, fingers spread over the wide span of muscle. Each time he rolled his hips, Morgan’s cock so deep inside him that Boyd could feel his heartbeat, his balls pulled tight and tender toward his body.
They felt weighted, almost dense with pent-up lust, and Boyd could feel his orgasm swell each time Morgan thrust into him and then ebb again as Boyd squeezed the base of his cock. Each time Morgan’s cock bumped against the nerve-rich nub of his prostate, he found it a little harder not to come.
