I swallowed, moving my hips experimentally, making our breaths catch at the same time.
“Who knew dicks felt so good,” I mused.
“Me,” Ryan chuckled breathlessly. “I knew.”
“You were holding out on me,” I chastised and lifted for a kiss which he was all too happy to supply.
When he started to thrust against me gently, I pulled back so I could speak.
“You have to stop that or I'm going to come,” I moaned.
“That's kind of the point.”
My balls tightened, precome dripping from me, or more probably from both of us, making it slippery where our tips were rubbing.
I took a shuddering breath, hands tightening on his hips to slow him down. That only made it worse, made every long stroke, every bump and slide of his cock against mine more noticeable and pleasurable.
Ryan's lips parted. A soft grunt and gasp followed as he continued, pressing down harder.
“Fuck. But... We have to have sex,” I begged.
He shut his eyes for a moment and then reached up, cradling my face, forcing me to look at him.
“We're taking it slow,” he said so firmly that I didn't even consider arguing.
“Okay,” I agreed, and relief actually ran through my whole body, relaxing me because I didn't need to try anything else. I didn’t need to push things or jump in as quickly as I'd been planning to. And I could come. That was the best part, because I wasn't going to last long with him on top of me, the weight of his body holding me down so deliciously.
All of Ryan's naked skin was mine to appreciate now. It was like I'd been given the go ahead to justenjoythis moment. And I did.
I ran my hands over his back and through his hair while he thrust down against me, but my favourite spot turned out to be his ass. It was perky and soft and in the perfect spot to hold onto while he moved, muscles flexing against my palms.
“Oh,” Ryan gasped, and he pushed down harder, speed increasing.
I could feel his balls tightening against mine and the pleasure overwhelmed me all at once until I was clutching Ryan's flesh and coming harder than I ever had, just as he ground down against me, stilling and finishing with a deep guttural grunt, our cocks flexing together until every drop was drained in a hot mess between us.
Ryan sank down against me, pressing his face into my neck and peppering me with kisses while my senses returned to me.
Last time, this was the part where I ran away. This time, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close to me, even though our bellies were slick with come.
“You good?” he finally asked.
I nodded.
“Oh, yeah.”
He sighed in relief.
“Oh good, because I wasn't planning on getting off of you just yet.”
I chuckled but that made our stomachs slide together in an unpleasant enough way that Ryan immediately lifted up with a grimace.
“Never mind. Don't move.”
He climbed off of me, went to the washroom and returned with a damp towel.
I lay there, feeling somewhat silly while he carefully wiped me down, even stroking the fabric over my soft dick like it was something extra delicate. Which to be fair, it was extra sensitive after the frotting.
Ryan drew back, tossed the used towel into the clothes hamper and climbed back into bed with me, carefully pulling the covers up around us and pulling me close to his chest.
