he wore while painting etched on his face. “So perfect.”
Erik agreed. His balls couldn’t get any tighter, and they almost seemed to scramble upward, wanting inside Gavin’s tight ass, too. That moment was heaven and hell, the pleasure both torture and bliss as he teetered on the edge of release. He breathed away the tightness, the delicious throb that meant he’d spill when Gavin took a stroke.
“You ready?”
“If you move, I’m coming,” Erik warned.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Then tell me.”
“Shh,” Gavin soothed. His fingertips brushed Erik’s chest, as if he were steadying himself. “Breathe.”
Gavin’s thighs clenched, his feet burrowing under Erik’s legs. Dragging up, then plunging down, the lube easing the path, making everything slippery and hot, loose though every muscle in Gavin’s tight hole bunched around Erik’s shaft in a quivering mass of contractions. Erik breathed, in, out, in—sharp. Fuck that felt good.
“Don’t hold it. Breathe.”
Out in a whoosh, then in again, in time to Gavin’s strokes. Erik tried to buck, just a little, sinking himself in deeper. His cockhead tapped that sweet spot inside Gavin, and he moaned. Again, then again, this time with more urgency, more depth, more…everything. Erik breathed in ragged, raging breaths, his skin as wet as the lube on his cock. Though his balls begged to come, to relieve the pressure, something inside Erik wanted to wait for those words.
“Come for me, Erik.”
Those four words were like nitrous to Erik’s orgasm, shooting him over the edge like a car going over a cliff. Full throttle, toe-curling pleasure consumed him, and he moaned around the bliss. His balls couldn’t get any tighter, the pressure unbearable. He shot deep, coming harder than ever, the release sweet. The contractions of Gavin’s ass milking every last drop from his cock.
Gavin groaned, leaning forward so his cock rubbed furiously against Erik’s belly, the skin there slick from pre-cum. He stiffened and then the tension left him, his muscles pliant as hot heat branded Erik’s belly again, claiming him. Gavin heaved and panted, his muscles quivering. He slipped his hands around Erik and hugged him fiercely, as if Erik were planning an escape.
“My God,” Erik finally gasped when he could catch a breath.
“Yeah.” Gavin dropped a gentle kiss to Erik’s lips then settled down to hold him with less urgency, pressing his chest to Erik’s, his cock nestled between their stomachs. His strong arms wrapped around Erik’s shoulders, and Gavin gripped him tight.
And a tear fell, splashing onto Erik’s shoulder. What would he give to have his hands free right now, the blindfold off to stare into his lover’s eyes, to comfort him… But somehow, Erik sensed that was exactly what Gavin didn’t want.
Gavin drew a ragged breath and whispered, “Sorry.”
Gavin kissed him again and rose, pulling free from Erik’s softening shaft. He removed the condom in a crinkle of bunching latex. A moment later, the blindfold came free and Erik blinked in the soft light to regain his bearings. The restraints were next. Gavin rubbed his wrists and kissed them, restoring the full flow of blood.
“I’ll clean us up.” Gavin rose and hesitated. “I would like you to stay. Sleep with me. Would you? We haven’t slept next to each other since the tree house.”
No, they hadn’t, and Erik wanted nothing more. That time, he’d dreamed of slipping into Gavin’s sleeping bag. This time, he wouldn’t have to. “I remember.”
Gavin smiled softly at the memories. “Good times, those were.”
“If I had…” Erik swallowed, needing to know. “If I had crawled into your sleeping bag with you back then, do you think our lives would have been different?” He didn’t care about his life, because his was pretty sweet. He only wanted to take Gavin’s
Erik agreed. His balls couldn’t get any tighter, and they almost seemed to scramble upward, wanting inside Gavin’s tight ass, too. That moment was heaven and hell, the pleasure both torture and bliss as he teetered on the edge of release. He breathed away the tightness, the delicious throb that meant he’d spill when Gavin took a stroke.
“You ready?”
“If you move, I’m coming,” Erik warned.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Then tell me.”
“Shh,” Gavin soothed. His fingertips brushed Erik’s chest, as if he were steadying himself. “Breathe.”
Gavin’s thighs clenched, his feet burrowing under Erik’s legs. Dragging up, then plunging down, the lube easing the path, making everything slippery and hot, loose though every muscle in Gavin’s tight hole bunched around Erik’s shaft in a quivering mass of contractions. Erik breathed, in, out, in—sharp. Fuck that felt good.
“Don’t hold it. Breathe.”
Out in a whoosh, then in again, in time to Gavin’s strokes. Erik tried to buck, just a little, sinking himself in deeper. His cockhead tapped that sweet spot inside Gavin, and he moaned. Again, then again, this time with more urgency, more depth, more…everything. Erik breathed in ragged, raging breaths, his skin as wet as the lube on his cock. Though his balls begged to come, to relieve the pressure, something inside Erik wanted to wait for those words.
“Come for me, Erik.”
Those four words were like nitrous to Erik’s orgasm, shooting him over the edge like a car going over a cliff. Full throttle, toe-curling pleasure consumed him, and he moaned around the bliss. His balls couldn’t get any tighter, the pressure unbearable. He shot deep, coming harder than ever, the release sweet. The contractions of Gavin’s ass milking every last drop from his cock.
Gavin groaned, leaning forward so his cock rubbed furiously against Erik’s belly, the skin there slick from pre-cum. He stiffened and then the tension left him, his muscles pliant as hot heat branded Erik’s belly again, claiming him. Gavin heaved and panted, his muscles quivering. He slipped his hands around Erik and hugged him fiercely, as if Erik were planning an escape.
“My God,” Erik finally gasped when he could catch a breath.
“Yeah.” Gavin dropped a gentle kiss to Erik’s lips then settled down to hold him with less urgency, pressing his chest to Erik’s, his cock nestled between their stomachs. His strong arms wrapped around Erik’s shoulders, and Gavin gripped him tight.
And a tear fell, splashing onto Erik’s shoulder. What would he give to have his hands free right now, the blindfold off to stare into his lover’s eyes, to comfort him… But somehow, Erik sensed that was exactly what Gavin didn’t want.
Gavin drew a ragged breath and whispered, “Sorry.”
Gavin kissed him again and rose, pulling free from Erik’s softening shaft. He removed the condom in a crinkle of bunching latex. A moment later, the blindfold came free and Erik blinked in the soft light to regain his bearings. The restraints were next. Gavin rubbed his wrists and kissed them, restoring the full flow of blood.
“I’ll clean us up.” Gavin rose and hesitated. “I would like you to stay. Sleep with me. Would you? We haven’t slept next to each other since the tree house.”
No, they hadn’t, and Erik wanted nothing more. That time, he’d dreamed of slipping into Gavin’s sleeping bag. This time, he wouldn’t have to. “I remember.”
Gavin smiled softly at the memories. “Good times, those were.”
“If I had…” Erik swallowed, needing to know. “If I had crawled into your sleeping bag with you back then, do you think our lives would have been different?” He didn’t care about his life, because his was pretty sweet. He only wanted to take Gavin’s
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