“No second-guessing, Tate,” Kai told me, lifting his head to fix me with hooded eyes.There was a rich flush across each cheekbone.
I blinked at him.It had been so long - and even then, so perfunctory at the end - that my body lacked that old autopilot it once had.“I don’t have...”I began to point out, but he shook his head; nodded, to where his shorts lay forgotten on the deck.
“In the pocket,” he explained.
I reached for them, stretching so that I could snag the fabric with my fingertips without my other hand letting up on its pistoning rhythm.He’d come prepared, it seemed; I fumbled one-handed with the foil, tearing it with my teeth.
“I need to stop, to...y’know...”
His grunt suggested he did know, but wasn’t happy about it.Then, reluctantly releasing his erection, he reached down past his thighs.
I passed him the condom; stared down as his hands deftly skinned it onto me.Then, as I tore open the second packet and squeezed lube down onto my dick, watched as he slicked it along.
“Come on,” he instructed, part command and part beg.A huff of air from deep in his lungs as I eased my fingers out from him, and then - a little more lube applied - pushed them back in.What scant patience Kai had was quickly running out, though.
I could tell by the way he reached for me, his slippery hands pulling at my hips and thighs as he positioned me between his legs.Carefully I aimed myself at his hole, steeling myself for the flood of sensations I knew were only moments away.
He grunted again when I sunk into him, then frowned as I paused.A quick shake of the head, another muttered “come on,” and I took the hint.Levered my hips forward and brought our bodies together.
Hot, and tight, and somehow unbelievable.Kai’s legs were sandwiched up between us, his thighs against my chest.I could feel the heat of his body like a furnace, the insistence of his cock pressed against my stomach.
Our lips were just inches away, and so I closed the gap and kissed him.No coy, tentative exploration this time, just the hunger of two guys lost in the moment.Our bodies catching a natural motion, my hips scribing tiny circles as I bottomed out in him over and over again.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, voice breathless and hoarse, the words slipped in-between our kisses.“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Kai’s hands found the sides of my head in response, pulling my face into the damp skin at the crook of his neck.His collarbone between my teeth; the taste of salt on my tongue.It felt like I was wrapping him up in my body, the full, masculine whole of him condensed into the space between my arms and my thighs.As though, with one big push, I could be around and within him in my entirety.
“Roll over,” he told me, lips so close to my ear that they were touching.Awkwardly I fumbled my body around, turning us both so that I was lying on my back with Kai atop me.Slipping a little as we did it, sweat-slicked flesh sliding against the other, but never losing that point of our connection.
He looked down at me now, palms flat against my chest, his knees still caught together by the scant tangle of his swimsuit where it pulled between his thighs.My own hands dimpling the meat of his quads as I gripped him, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he levered himself up and down my prick.
“Fuck, I love your cock in me,” he grunted, eyes half-closed and a look of almost serene pleasure on his face.Sat up then, torso long and lean, as he bounced astride me.“Can’t believe we waited so long.”
I thought back to my first glimpse of him, handsome and - so I’d thought - unobtainable.To the first time I’d seen him strip down, his body somehow more exposed, more naked, by virtue of the tiny swimsuit he wore.My apparently unconvincing attempts to watch him surreptitiously.
And then broken from my moment of reverie by his hand between my legs, reaching back to where our bodies joined and then down further, digging into the heat there.Fingertips strumming the sensitive skin he found, the sensations strange and addictive as the lube dripped across my balls.
I’d thought I’d last forever, that after he’d sucked me so completely I could go for hours.Even with the avalanche of feelings he was generating in me, even as I grit my teeth and tried to pace myself, as my hips rose in turn to meet his downstroke.
Maybe I would’ve, but the sly touch of his fingertips against my ass were never going to allow it.Hissing through clenched teeth as he pushed inside of me, a frenzy of fizzing, boiling nerve-endings even with just the tip of one digit grazing past my muscle.All of the wishful thinking and delaying tactics in the world bypassed, and nothing to do but hold him tight enough to leave bruises as my body twisted under him.
Kai chewed his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he flailed at his cock desperately.Then froze, mouth falling open in a silent gasp, and his wetness hot, and thick, and messy across my face and chest.His ass spasming around me, the final straw that dragged another orgasm from me and left me seeing stars.
He slumped forward, chest against mine.Sandwiching his cum between us, panting like he’d run a marathon.Muscles aching, I stroked up his biceps to his shoulders, tracing tiny circles with my fingertips on the sweat-slicked skin there.
Eventually he opened his eyes, smiled at me.“That was fun,” he observed.
I couldn’t hold in my yelp of laughter at the understatement.
His smile spread at my reaction.
“I’m sorry I...well, I’m sorry it was...quicker than I intended,” I said, feeling a little tongue-tied suddenly.It wasn’t like it had been embarrassingly short, but still...
Kai smirked.“I was so close, I could’ve cum even when you just put your dick in,” he pointed out.“So I’m not complaining.At all.”
I squinted at him, still a little skeptical.“Okay, if you say so.”
He rolled his eyes, then sat up again.Reached down to rub a thumb across my cheek, where a trickle of cum was starting to ease its way along the side of my face.I was still inside him, something which seemed oddly more intimate than when we’d actually been fucking.
