“How long the high of new love lasts.”
“‘Love’?” Carl reached back to hold Devon’s hips as they moved, his cock flexing again and another pearl of pre-cum welling up. “Did you say love?”
“Mm, maybe, but I felt cheap Googling about infatuation.”
Carl giggled and Devon moaned behind him.
“Feels good when you squeeze me like that,” Devon whispered. “Laugh again.”
“Be funny again.”
“I can’t,” Devon said. “I’m too deep into the euphoric stage.”
“Mm?”
“The stage where you’re like this. Non-stop fucking, arousal all the time, obsessively thinking of the other person, wanting to be together, optimistic, making choices like—moving across the country together, breathless, horny…” he groaned again, his hips thrusting faster. “Ung, the so-good phase. This. We’re in it.”
“It passes?”
“Yes,” Devon said. “Or it calms. Yeah, calms.”
“Do you want to be calm?” Carl said, working his asshole so that it gripped with each slow drag out. He grinned when Devon’s breathing stuttered.
“No,” he gasped.
“Good.” They fucked languidly for a while, moaning and shuddering, but climax eluded them, which was exactly how Carl wanted it. As the lube grew tacky, Devon added more, and the unhurried ride continued.
“Why’d you Google?” Carl asked when Devon was huffing and seemed to be getting closer to orgasm again.
“Just need to know what to expect,” Devon whimpered. “For us. When we aren’t fucking like bunnies. When we are actually in L.A. together for real.”
“Mm.”
“What’d it say?”
“Said it could go either way. Said the crisis could lead to a break-up.”
“S-so we’re a couple,” Carl said, bearing down to let Devon slide in deep. “We’re t-together.”
Devon breathed against Carl’s neck, then whispered, “We are. I’m falling for you. You know that.”
“I w-want you to say it.”
“Say what?”
“Ask me to be your boyfriend.” Carl squeezed around the thick base of Devon’s cock. He felt Devon shudder against his back. “Ask me. Now.”
“Carl, will you—” Devon pulled out and then thrust in. “Be my.” He did it again. “Boyfriend?”
Carl twisted so he could kiss Devon’s chin, and whispered, “Yes.”
Devon gripped Carl’s hips hard, and said, “Fuck, let me come.”
Carl giggled. “Not yet.”
“When?”
“After you tell me what it feels like to be inside me.”
