“Do you like that?” Dustin paused long enough to ask. “Want me in there?” Dustin the lover momentarily gave way to Dustin the doctor. “Is your foot okay? Need me to stop?”
“Stop now and I may never speak to you again.” Seth bowed his back off the bed, chasing the finger, willing it inside his body. A distraction. He needed a distraction, and he needed it now.
Dustin chuckled. “Patience.” Slowly he eased the tip of his finger into Seth’s opening, teasing more than penetrating.
Seth shoved back, trying to capture the tantalizing digit.
“Is this what you want?” Dustin’s rumbling murmur sent a shot a pure lust straight to Seth’s groin. Dustin slipped his finger inside and then out again, only to drive past the protective ring of muscle on the next thrust, delving in to ignite a fire deep within.
“Oh God!” Seth exclaimed, writhing on the patchwork quilt.
With Dustin’s finger massaging inside and lips stroking him outside, Seth hovered on the edge, passion rendering him incomprehensible. Inanities tripped off his tongue, growls and groans and not quite words. He whined when Dustin withdrew.
“I thought we were immune,” he asked, surprised to see Dustin donning a condom and slathering on lube from their stash in the bedside table.
“Not to everything.”
Seth spread his legs, welcoming Dustin into his body. They merged on a shared moan, the glide of Dustin’s cock through Seth’s sphincter muscle an ecstatic combination of pleasure/pain that slowly gave way to pure pleasure.
“God, I love how you feel,” Dustin murmured near Seth’s ear, descending to scrape his teeth along Seth’s throat.
Seth tilted his head back, giving Dustin more room to explore before their mouths met in a flurry of tongues and teeth and heavy breathing. They rocked together, desperation in Seth’s faltering motions. He was close, damned close. A few swift stokes of his cock would send him sailing over the edge.
Harder, faster they slammed together, Seth’s cock riding a slick of sweat and precome between their bellies, but needing more direct attention.
They grasped randomly at arms, buttocks, and backs, fingers scrambling for purchase as they fought for closer, deeper, more. The bedstead screeched and squalled, the headboard rapping a sharp beat against the wall, keeping tempo with their impassioned coupling.
Deep within the pressure grew, and Seth wrapped his legs around Dustin’s thighs, careful of his injured foot, following Dustin’s punishing rhythm. Mouth to mouth, Dustin buried inside Seth’s body, they crested and plunged, unintelligible cries filling the room.
Out of his mind with lust, Seth slipped a hand between their bodies, frantically stroking himself and using his legs as leverage to force Dustin’s cock against that one perfect spot.
“I’m gonna come!” he cried, too far gone to stop himself even if he wanted.
“I’ll be right there with you,” Dustin replied on panted breaths, never breaking stride.
“Ahhh…. Oh, oh, oh… Damn!” Seth tilted over the edge, hardly noticing when Dustin plunged in deeply and held his position.
Dustin’s shouted “Seth!” was lost in harsh inhales and exhales, the bed stilling and quieting. Dustin collapsed on top of Seth, bracing his weight somewhat on his arms.
Silence, save for thehuff, huff, huffworthy of marathon runners and the incessant twin beats of Seth’s and Dustin’s hearts.
“That was… that was….” Seth couldn’t quite form his thoughts into words.
“Yeah, it was.”
“Is it always like this?”
“Excuse me?”
“Me being… infected. Is that what made it so good?”
Dustin raised his head and stared down at Seth. Sweat had turned his hair a deeper auburn, plastering it to his forehead. “The virus has nothing to do with us now. This….” He shoved his hips against Seth, dragging his flagging erection once more over Seth’s prostate. “This is pure us.”
“Oh.” Seth closed his eyes, shutting out the things he’d earmarked for dealing with later.
Dustin slowly slid out, tidied up, and then reached up to pull the lamp string and turn off the light.
Seth wriggled into a more comfortable position beneath the covers, resting his head on Dustin’s chest.
