“Hurry,” Carl said, his deep, dark voice rolling over Devon with an urgency. “Fuck this prep stuff. Get your cock inside me.”
Devon wasn’t sure Carl was ready, but he didn’t have a way to stop himself now. He was already on his knees, his condom-wrapped dick aiming for Carl’s slicked-up hole, and he leaned in—
Carl’s eyes went wide and then rolled up, his ass opening around the head of Devon’s cock. His asshole flared as Devon pressed inside. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, twisting and bearing down to take it deeper. “Fuuuuuuuck.”
Carl’s ass gripped and released, pulling him in as Devon pressed forward. Goosebumps raised over Devon’s body as he seated himself in Carl.
“Okay?” Devon gritted out. His hips were flexed and tense. He wanted to drag out slowly and throw himself forward into Carl again, but he held very, very still. “You okay?”
Carl groaned and his ass tensed around Devon. His knuckles were white on the backs of his knees, and his feet were flexed. Then he let out a slow, trembling breath. His hole lost some grip, and his body relaxed some. “Do it,” he commanded. “Move.”
Devon shifted back, sliding out until just the head of his cock was still in Carl’s gripping body, and then he pushed back in. Again. Again.
Carl tossed his head. His entire chest and neck were pink, and his nipples were so rosy that Devon could barely hold back from bending over to taste them. But he resisted. He wanted Carl to feel this fuck. To not lose himself in other sensations. To remember the first time he had a cock in his ass, and to always know it was Devon’s.
“Move faster,” Carl said, breathless and shaking. His eyes gleamed like eclipsed blue-white moons around his blown pupils. “Harder.”
Devon obeyed, leaning to rest his hands on either side of Carl’s writhing body as he shoved in again and again, rubbing Carl’s prostate, as evidenced by his throaty shouts and shattered expression each time he nailed it.
Devon wasn’t anywhere close to coming himself. The overload of orgasms the day before seemed to be holding over to the morning, and he stroked in and out of Carl harder, faster, and with a rhythm that typically would have made him shoot his load in minutes. Not today.
Carl seemed on the verge of leaving his body. He struggled and gasped, he whined and shouted, and his asshole convulsed around Devon’s cock with a wild, pulsing grip.
He kicked Devon once, like he was a horse Carl demanded gallop faster, and he spasmed against the bed when Devon obeyed his urging with a particularly intense thrust. The way he shook and trembled, it was as if he was being fucked apart, every ounce of his usual reserve vanished as he caught Devon’s cock over and over. Carl seemed broken open with heat, lust, and demand, his expression shattering with desire and beautiful need.
Devon soaked all that in, driving into Carl, fucking him harder than he probably should have fucked a virgin, and yet Carl kicked him again when he slowed down, making him gallop, making him ride him into the mattress.
Carl sought his own cock and Devon smiled. He wasn’t going to jerk Carl off this time. Another fuck, maybe, but this time he was going to make Carl get himself off while Devon did the work of making Carl’s asshole sing praises to Jesus and all the saints. Which he seemed to be doing a good job of, because Carl was wailing now. Absolutely wailing as he stroked himself and sought release.
A wicked thought came to him, and Devon watched as Carl brought himself closer, closer, and—
Devon grabbed his hand away, keeping him from going over the edge.
Carl snarled. “You—oh, fuck you.”
Devon laughed. “I want you to remember this fuck and who made you come for the rest of your life.”
Carl’s eyes glowed. “Like I’d forget.” His hips twitched and he shook all over, his eyes rolling up, his thighs going berserk with trembling. “What the fuck is that? Why does that happen?” he said. “It keeps. Oh fuck. Happening.”
And it did. Again.
Devon grinned, his hips snapping, his cock hot and bright with pleasure, and his own balls drawing up. He’d never experienced what it was clear Carl was going through. But he knew some men who had. And on his first fuck. Jesus their chemistry was unreal. This was unheard of. The two of them should not be this hot together. Hell.
“Just ride it,” he suggested.
Carl shot him a look that told him to fuck off, but then he groaned again, and his legs kicked as he convulsed once more. “Jesus,” he screamed. “Fuck.”
“Stroke yourself,” Devon said.
Carl glared up at him. “I’m in control,” he gritted out. “I’m the one who—” His eyes rolled back again, and Devon almost laughed. Carl grabbed his own cock and in a few rough strokes he was shouting, his head back, and his body gripping enough Devon had to stop thrusting and instead shove deep and let Carl come apart on his cock.
Jizz flew up all over Carl’s chest and into his hair.
It even hit Devon under the chin.
Tears stood in Carl’s eyes when he shuddered his way back down again, and gazed up at Devon. His cheeks were as pink as roses and his nipples were red like cayenne. Devon bent to lick them. Carl jolted under him.
“Fuck you,” Carl said quietly.
