Page 28 of Kicking it for Convenience

Soren let out a deep moan and I paired the first finger with a second, stretching him. He reached for his cock and began to stroke it. The sight of him spread open for me and slowly jacking himself was so incredibly hot my own aching cock throbbed and twitched again. I reached for it and squeezed a little, giving in to the desire for attention, before releasing myself and going back to focusing on Soren.

“God, oh God,” he murmured over and over again as I worked him open on two fingers and my tongue. I buried my face between his cheeks and licked and sucked at his hole, saliva coating my fingers and making my beard damp. “More,” he gasped. “Please.”

I shushed him. “Easy now. Don’t want to rush things.”

“I need you.” His voice broke, the sound ragged. “Please,” he begged again.

Carefully, I eased a third finger in and he cried out, arching his back, desperate for more. My cock throbbed again and again, reminding me that it needed attention, but I ignored the deep, almost painful ache, and continued to work Soren over. I wanted him more than anything, but I also wanted him to be ready. I didn’t want to rush things and hurt him. I wanted to give him everything he deserved.

After several more minutes, he was a begging, pleading, dripping mess, his cock swollen and red, glistening with precum, his hole stretched, slick and nearly ready for me. I just needed one more thing. I pulled away and sat back on my heels, grinning when he lifted his head to make eye contact.

“Don’t suppose you have any lube, do you?”

He eased up onto the couch and reached for the side table before opening a little drawer. Inside was a bottle of lube and several loose condoms.

I chuckled. “Expecting something?”

“You never know when you’re going to get lucky,” he murmured, reaching for me. He pulled me down into a kiss and groaned into my mouth. After a moment, we parted and he smiled, eyes dark. “You gonna fuck me now or what?”

“Whatever you say.” I crowded into him until he was flat on his back, sprawled on the couch, knees bracketing my hips. Kneeling between his legs, I rolled the condom on in a hurry while Soren stroked himself lazily. Watching him made my mouth water. I wanted to feel the weight of his full cock in my mouth, to make him grip my hair and feel his thighs tremble as he came. More than that, though, I wanted to be buried deep inside him. I poured some lube on my hand and spread it between his cheeks, teasing his hole again with the tip of my finger, before stroking my sheathed cock a few times. “Ready?”

His eyes fluttered closed. When he spoke, his voice was rough and husky. “Fuck me.”

I rocked forward, pressing the head of my cock to his hole before slowly pushing into him. His features tightened and I hesitated, waiting for him to relax into it. As he did, he nodded and gripped his erection again. I moved, easing in until I was completely buried in the scorching heat of his tight hole.

As soon as I felt confident I wasn’t going to lose control and finish right then and there, I pulled back and thrust back into him, a racking moan falling from between his lips as I did. Encouraged, I fucked him steadily, slowly at first as he adjusted, before picking up my pace. Soren continued to stroke himself as I did, slowly, fucking into his fist, his hips rocking up and then coming down to meet my thrusts. Precum leaked from his slit, rolling down and cascading to his stomach in long, sticky strands.

His mouth was slightly open, bottom lip plump and swollen from being pinned between his teeth over and over again and I ached to kiss him. I lowered myself and captured his mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I fucked him harder. He let out a muffled groan into the kiss and moved his hands to grip my back, his cock pinned between us.

I fucked him, thrusting and snapping my hips as heat pooled in my belly and groin, the telltale sign that I was getting close. Soren rocked up to meet my thrusts, fucking himself on my cock again and again, dragging his erection against my stomach, smearing precum on both of us.

“Close,” he whispered and reached between us again. I leaned back to give him space, my gaze locked onto his, unwavering. His hole tightened as he stroked himself, and I moaned as bolts of heat and need rocketed through me. When Soren came, he cried out, throwing his head back, his cock releasing rope after rope of cum onto his stomach and chest.

His neck and throat bared to me, I couldn’t help but drop down to suck a bruise into his skin while he came. He moaned and his free hand gripped the back of my neck, pressing me into him while he chased the last of his orgasm.

When it subsided for him, he turned his head and kissed me deeply, sliding his hand to tug on my hair, sending tingles through my body. My cock swelled, the crown aching, and my orgasm crashed through me as I unloaded into the condom. I groaned, fucking hard into him until I couldn’t do it anymore, until my cock became too sensitive to keep going. Our kiss shifted from rough and frantic to slow and gentle, our tongues dancing together, teasing one another. As I softened inside him, I eased out and Soren groaned, fingers tightening their grip on my back.

“Don’t,” he whispered.

I chuckled and kissed him gently. “I have to. Let me go clean up and I’ll be back.”

He whimpered as I pulled out completely but he stayed put as I removed the condom and discarded it. I washed up quickly in the bathroom, getting his cum off of me as much as possible, and returned with a warm, damp cloth to clean his ass, stomach and chest. When we were both cleaned up, he opened his arms to me and I lay next to him on the couch, as much as two-full grown men on one small couch could manage.

Soren slid his arm around my waist and held me close, resting his head on my shoulder. He let out a slow, deep breath and groaned quietly.

“Everything okay?” I didn’t want us to have done that without checking in. “Anything hurt?”

“I’m a little sore but I think I’ll be okay,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

I tried to slide off the couch, to retrieve my clothes and start tidying up the mess we’d left on the floor, but his arm tightened around me and held me fast.

“Don’t go.”

“We should clean up and go home for the night.”

He hummed. “Let’s just stay here. This can wait.”

I glanced around at the picnic we’d left. “I’ll just be a minute,” I assured him. As quickly as I could, I cleaned up the food and blew out the candles before grabbing the blanket and bringing it to the couch and spreading it over both of us. Soren smiled as I eased back into his arms, a smile I knew could be the end of me.

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