“Isn’t that the fun of it? Let your instincts take over. You want to come, so come.”
He presses his forehead against mine as he thrusts against me, his dick gliding along mine smoothly. It slips to the side, and he adjusts his hips so he’s on top of me again. His lips find mine, and he keeps moving, keeps trying to find a rhythm that works for him. I lift to meet his thrusts, helping him just a little. His whimpers and moans get lost between our kiss, his hands grasping the sheets beside my head. I’m not usually one to bottom, but I kind of want to for him. I think he’d make it feel great for me, with the way he’s moving his hips right now.
“Tobias…” he moans.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Yes. Fuck, I am.”
He lets out the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life. This breathless mix of a whimper and a moan, as he grinds against me, his hot cum spilling all over me. I grab onto hiships, grinding against him harder and come a second later. It hits my hard and it takes a while for me to catch my breath. He rests his head in the crook of my neck, our bodies stuck together.
I’m not the kind of guy that hates cuddling after, as long as they know they have to leave at some point. Since I’m here, that won’t be an issue, so this isn’t an issue. I run my fingers up and down his spine, along his ass and back up. It must tickle, but he sighs happily, and I swear I feel his dick getting thick all over again. Finally, he lifts his head, then peels his body off mine. His dick is jutting out, ready for more.
“Damn, really?” I ask.
He shrugs, his cheeks going a little pink.
“That was hot.”
“Yeah, it was,” I agree.
He disappears into a bathroom attached to his room and comes back a moment later with a damp towel.
“You can shower if you want," he tells me.
“I’m good.” I take the towel and clean the cum off me before tossing it into the laundry basket in the corner. “So, what did you think?” I ask.
I guess it’s an awkward question, but I’m curious to know what he thinks. It was his first time with a guy, and though it wasn’t sex, he handled my dick and that’s a big deal.
“I know that was minor compared to some things we could do, but damn, that was by far the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
I grin, getting to my feet.
“Because you’re definitely gay.” His face falls and I feel like an asshole. “Sorry, should I not have said that?”
“No, it’s just… it’s nothing.”
“It’s something.”
Chewing on his cheek, he goes to a dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants.
“I just haven’t said it out loud. Or had anyone else say it. Or maybe even completely accepted it. It wasn’t bad that you said it, just a shock.”
I go to him. “Does it feel right?”
“Thatfelt right.” He points to the bed.
I lean in to kiss his lips, then go to the living room to gather my clothes. I shove on my underwear and my pants but don’t button them. The movie is long over, so I find another as he gets us another bottle of wine.
“You want to order some food?” he asks as he comes into the living room.
“Sure. Who delivers around here?”
“At this time? Probably just pizza.”
