Lube was messy, and one squirt was enough to cover his sheathed cock with plenty to spare for Mr. Danvers’s asshole. He slicked the tight muscle up good, tempted to push his fingers in to prepare Mr. Danvers a little, but also too desperate to get his dick inside that sweet hole before he shot and ruined the night entirely.
Breathing heavily, he stepped up to the side of the bed, gripped Mr. Danvers by the hips, and grunted, “Ready?”
“God, yes.” Mr. Danvers shoved back, drawing RJ’s gaze from the side of his flushed face down to his narrow waist and then to his red, handprinted ass. RJ’s handprints, like claims of ownership on that sweet butt he’d wanted for so fucking long. And it was about to happen. Right now.
Right fucking now.
RJ bit his lower lip hard, holding back with all he had as he pressed his cockhead against the small entrance to Mr. Danvers’s body. He pushed and gasped as Mr. Danvers shoved back and bore down.
He was finally taken in—so tight, and sopracticed. Heat enveloped him as Mr. Danvers’s ass opened for him, his lower body swiveling in a gorgeous, wanton dance. A grunting moan fell from RJ’s mouth and he sank in to his balls.
“Fuck,” RJ whispered, gripping Mr. Danvers’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, trying not to blow immediately. “Mr. Danvers,fuck.”
Mr. Danvers chuckled softly, convulsing around RJ with each burst of breath. “You’re one to talk,” he finally got out around his moans and soft laughter. “You’re huge.”
“Surely you can use more a descriptive word, Mr. Danvers,” RJ gritted out. “You’re a composition teacher. ‘Huge’? C’mon. Dazzle me.” He rubbed Mr. Danvers’s hot haunches; his handprints were edged in white around the red. “Or I’ll have to spank you while I fuck your ass.”
“Enormous. Colossal. Mammoth. Gargantuan.”
RJ laughed now. “You make me sound like an animal.”
“You make me feel like one,” Mr. Danvers said, squeezing his asshole around RJ and then releasing. He rocked back, fucking himself slowly on RJ’s dick, and then he broke, his hips speeding up, moving recklessly. Tossing his head back, he reached down to jack himself.
“Fuck. Always knew you’d take my cock like a champ,” RJ gritted out. “Used to watch you in class and imagine this. Knew you’d be hot. Knew you’dwant it.”
All of that was true, and RJ was about to go off at any second because of it. But he hadn’t known about Mr. Danvers’s sounds. The delicious, urgent noises that puffed out of him with each aroused breath. He groaned, wanting to see Mr. Danvers’s face when he came.
He pulled out, and Mr. Danvers cried out in surprise, reaching back with a greedy hand to grip his thigh and try to pull him forward.
“Turn over.”
Mr. Danvers didn’t hesitate, flipping onto his back, his stomach exposed like a sweet thing to be protected and his hard cock leaking pre-come against it. “Yes. Take me like this,” he said, pulling his legs up to expose his hole for RJ’s dick. “Fuck me now. Hard. Like you mean it.”
RJ didn’t hesitate. He thrust in fast and pounded Mr. Danvers, nearly bending him in half with his urgency.
Mr. Danvers’s eyes went wide and vulnerable with lust as RJ continued to fuck him with long, regular strokes. His noises escalated, loud and reckless, like RJ was ripping pleasure from him in strips and giving it to him in punches.
Mr. Danvers scrambled at RJ’s shoulders, his fingernails scraping skin as he fell apart. His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and his heels kicked against RJ’s ass in seizure-like spasms.
“That’s it, Mr. Danvers,” RJ crooned, sensing the coming explosion. “Come on my dick.”
Mr. Danvers groaned and shivered all over, his stomach jumping as he twitched and strained. RJ didn’t stop pumping, his hips slamming against Mr. Danvers’s hot ass cheeks again and again.
“Yes,” he whispered when Mr. Danvers’s legs hitched even farther up, and his asshole clenched rhythmically around RJ’s dick again. “Give me everything. I want to see you, baby.”
Mr. Danvers quivered and shook, his body wracked in the throes of some delicious bottom boy ecstasy that RJ could only imagine. He yelled, tendons standing out on his throat, and his face going as red as his ass as he gripped RJ’s shoulders with sharp nails and orgasmed. Come shot from his cock, spattering over his stomach, his neck, and hitting RJ’s arm and chin.
“Oh God!” Mr. Danvers cried, his body shaking and jerking as he took RJ’s still slamming cock. He jerked and came more, what seemed like a full-body orgasm wracking him. He shot another small load as RJ gripped his hips and shoved into him as hard and fast as he could.
When he reached it, RJ’s climax was New Year’s Eve fireworks bright and Christmas morning perfect. He thrust deep into Mr. Danvers’s sweet, flailing body and yelled his pleasure. He kept his eyes open, staring into Mr. Danvers’s hot gaze, grunting with each long, nearly painful burst of pleasure.
Collapsing onto Mr. Danvers, breathing in his sweat and the scent of jizz and whatever laundry detergent he used on his sheets, RJ’s head spun. No gift in the history of man had ever been as good as what Mr. Danvers had given him tonight. Forget frankincense and myrrh. Forget Santa Claus. A truly perfect Christmas gift was Mr. Aaron Danvers offering up his jiggly, red-hot ass for mutual screaming orgasms.
“Thank you,” he breathed in Mr. Danvers’s ear as they crash landed from their pleasure high.
Mr. Danvers laughed, but he sounded shocked too. “No, thank you. That was…” He stopped. “That…”
RJ kissed his cheek. “I fucked all descriptors out of you. Wow.”
