Yes. Please. Please.Fynn took slow, steady breaths and bore down, remembering the first time he ever did this and how the fit felt impossible, then implausible, then became necessary and right and— “Ungh.” The rounded head of Nolan’s dick stretched Fynn’s outer rim. He bore down again as Nolan rocked into him, and the stretch deepened. “Good,” he murmured breathlessly, in case Nolan was worried. “Like that.”
Slowly, steadily, inch by inch, Nolan rocked and circled, eased back and pushed in. Fynn was stuffed full, stretched to his aching limit, and still there was more. He groaned, but when Nolan froze, Fynn rocked his hips back.Don’t stop.
Nolan took up his slow rhythm again. Their breaths rasped faster. Sweat and precum scented the still air. Fynn stroked his dick, keeping his erection from flagging. Nolan kissed the back of Fynn’s neck, pulled back, pushed deeper, pulled back, pushed in hard. A bead of sweat dripped off Fynn’s eyebrow.Please.
“Look at you,” Nolan whispered. “Taking it all.”
Fynn was full of Nolan, not just his aching stretched ass, but each breath, every sound, Nolan’s hands on his skin, Nolan’s smell in his nose. “Please.” He said the word aloud this time, and Nolan kissed his shoulder.
With a slow, slow arch, Nolan drew back, his huge dick sliding out of Fynn’s hole part way, halfway. Then he pushed home faster than before. Slid out again. Thrust home.
“Oh!” A jolt from Fynn’s prostate sizzled through him. “There!”
“Yeah?” Nolan pumped in and out again.
Fynn saw stars and made a sound he couldn’t spell.
Nolan chuckled against Fynn’s skin, then clutched him harder and took up a rhythm. Retreat, pause, thrust, retreat, pause, thrust. The motion deep inside Fynn sent him spiraling, shocks of pleasure flashing through him, his vision turning dark around the edges. He panted, his breath a whining jolt as he exhaled, as if Nolan was driving all the air out of Fynn’s body. He fumbled for his dick, trying to match his strokes to the slow, inexorable rhythm of Nolan’s fucking. Precum welled out steadily, slicking his hand.
“Ah. Fuck,” Nolan gasped behind Fynn. “Fuck. Soon. Fynn?”
“Do it.” Fynn ached to feel Nolan spill inside him. “Come on.” He pushed back on Nolan’s thrust and was impaled, Nolan’s groin grinding into his ass, Nolan’s cock halfway to his throat. “Come on!” He stroked himself frantically, his dick hot and tight under his hand, trapped, aching, a wave of desire building till he felt lifted higher and higher, desperate for release. “Please!”
Nolan pushed Fynn over onto his front on the bed and pinned him flat, fucking him now, hard and deep, rhythm lost. Fynn’s cock was trapped under him, his fist wrapped around the shaft, but that didn’t matter. His dick was irrelevant. Breathing was irrelevant. His hole clenched, stretched and tight, the focus of his universe, and his balls drew up. Another deep thrust drove him to breaking. A wave of heat crashed through Fynn, ass to groin and out along every nerve, jetting spunk between his trapped fingers. His last breath was forced from him in a long, deep groan.
Nolan drove into Fynn once more, twice, then grunted and ground against Fynn’s ass, his body shuddering over Fynn’s. “Oh fuck. Oh god.” He jolted and trembled again.
Fynn closed his eyes. His vision sparkled and each breath rasped in his dry throat.Jesus.Every muscle was a limp noodle. Nolan’s weight bore him down to the center of the universe and he was willing to go there. An aftershock ripped through him and he gasped. Coming down from that peak, he became aware of stretch becoming tenderness, of hand stickiness and difficulty breathing.Worth it. Wow.He basked in sensations, the discomfort tiny pinpricks in the warm honey waves still rocking him.Wow.
Nolan groaned softly and murmured, “I don’t want to move. That was perfect.”
“So don’t move.” Fynn managed to get a hand behind himself, pulling Nolan’s furry thigh against him.
“Not letting you get too sore.” Nolan’s weight lifted off Fynn’s shoulders, a touch fumbled at his stretched hole, then Nolan drew out, slow and steady.
Fynn’s asshole clung to Nolan as if reluctant to let him free. Then Nolan was gone and Fynn felt loose and empty, clenching. He whined.
“Shh.” Nolan slipped a fingertip into Fynn’s hole, massaging his rim gently for a minute. “Better?”
“Yeah. Mm.” The careful touch soothed his soreness, and he slumped deeper into the bed. “Y’r good at that,” he slurred.Not moving for sixteen gazillion years. Or until I have to pee.
“Thanks.” Nolan shifted around, then settled back down, pulling Fynn back onto his side in a spoon. “You look so prim and proper and sciencey with your glasses and your labcoats, and then there’s this incredibly sexy man under there.” He kissed Fynn under the ear. “You’re so damned hot.”
Probably Nolan was deluded, but Fynn wasn’t about to disillusion him. “Well, you were right.”
“About what?”
“This bed is big enough for the two of us. Sturdy enough, too. Although we could stress test it further.”
Nolan chuckled. “You want to?”
“Eventually. After we sleep.”And run to the bathroom, because biology is inexorable.He shifted his legs against the clench of his ass.You can wait, though, asshole.Being held like this, tight in Nolan’s arms, was worth any amount of discomfort.
“I’ll pencil it in,” Nolan said. “Bed stress testing, nightly. How many repeats should I include?”
“Infinite number,” Fynn told him. “Reminder repeats nightly, ad infinitum.”
Nolan’s arms tightened around him. “You’re sure you won’t get tired of me? I’m a working grunt. I’m not half as smart as you are.”
