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He needed.

His body needed.

It just didn’t know how to take what it needed.

Yet.

I eased one of my hands free so I could press it against Silver’s ass. He was small but tight, yet I knew if I ever got my dick inside of him, we’d fit each other perfectly. I forced myself to focus on what my original goal was and pulled his body forward so his dick was flush with my abdomen.

After I’d left Silver in the kitchen so I could get cleaned up and try to wrap my head around what I’d done to him after he’d woken me up from my nightmare, I’d taken a quick shower and changed into jeans.

It was a decision I was regretting because my cock felt like a spike in my pants.

A very hard, very hot, very confined spike that had a handful of gorgeous man riding it.

Our positions meant Silver was slightly taller than me, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing my hair and returning every kiss with needy desire. I could tell he was frustrated too, though. Achingly so. My instincts were telling me this was a new first for him.

Experiencing pleasure instead of pain.

He just had no idea how to get there.

So I showed him.

I dropped my other hand so I was gripping Silver’s ass with both hands. I urged him forward and up so that his dick slid along my body. Silver broke the kiss and dropped his head back. I greedily licked and kissed my way down his throat as I showed him how to ride me.

It took only seconds for him to understand what was happening. After that, I didn’t have to urge his ass to do anything. Silver began grinding his hips against mine. I could feel the dampness of his pre-cum through both his shirt and mine.

He let out a relieved moan as he bore down on my thighs so he could get more leverage as he slid his dick against my abdomen. Since he no longer needed my hands to guide him, I slid one between our bodies and freed his erection from his sweats. It wasn’t until I lifted my own shirt and moved the front neckline over my head so it would stay up that Silver finally stopped. He dropped his head so he could see his wet dick pressed against my abdomen. His skin was hot and hard against mine and I would have given anything to be able to free my own cock from its prison so our most sensitive flesh could be in contact.

But even if Silver would have been willing to allow our bare dicks to slide against one another as he rode me, he couldn’t. There was no time. His need was too great, and I could tell by the way he began to grind against my abdomen as his pre-cum slickened my body hair and skin that he was close. At some point, he’d wrapped his arms around my neck. I could feel his heavy breaths against my throat as he began to furiously fuck my abdomen. I couldn’t help but put one hand on his ass again to help keep his body tight against mine as he pumped his hips up and down. The friction against my groin as he rolled his hips back and forth was killing me, and I knew that my dick didn’t give a shit about the denim trapping it.

When Silver began letting out little cries and whimpers as he desperately worked to get himself off, I cradled the back of his head because I liked hearing those sounds and feeling his harsh breaths against my neck.

He began grunting every time his lower body rocked forward as he fucked my abdomen. By then, his body had taken any control he’d been trying to hold on to, so I knew the end was near. I was doing everything I could to stave off my own release because I needed to see, hear, and feel everything Silver did when the pleasure took him.

Silver was close but as he began to frantically rub against me, his frustration grew.

“Help me,” he cried desperately. He was so close, but he didn’t know how to let go so he could take that plunge that would only bring him bliss. “I don’t know what— please, Dalton!”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I whispered into his ear while I pressed a finger against his asshole and rubbed hard. The material of his sweats prevented me from touching him the way I really wanted to, but it was enough to have Silver rutting uncontrollably against me and then he was crying out as his body took him over the edge. Hot cum spewed all over my chest and abdomen as Silver continued to pump his hips against mine while he rode his release to the end. His semen coated his dick and seeped through the thick denim of my jeans as he his body jerked with each shockwave of pleasure.

It was only when those spasms eased that I wrapped an arm around his back and held him tight against me so I could get control of my raging body. I tried to think of anything that would calm my dick down because there was no way in hell I was going to take advantage of Silver while he was in such a vulnerable place not only mentally, but physically as well.

Even as Silver continued to cling to me as his body quaked against mine, I felt his lips brush the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Let go, Dalton. I need to know what it’s supposed to feel like.”

With those words of encouragement, my mind went blank and released all my senses so I could feel just like Silver wanted to feel, what I wanted to feel.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t stop my body from taking over. I could only feel.

I rubbed my cock, which had gotten a taste of Silver’s juices when they’d seeped through the denim of my jeans, against the underside of his ass, not caring that the position was awkward or that Silver was still wearing his sweats. All I wanted, all I needed, was to come. When that coil inside of me finally snapped, I clung to Silver.

My orgasm was blinding in its intensity.

Silver’s shoulder took the brunt of my moans, muffling them as all my nerve endings were flooded with sheer pleasure. Jets of cum slid down my dick and balls, completely soaking through the fabric of my already damp jeans in the process.

As my body quaked with aftershocks, I tried to catch my breath.

Silver had gone still against me, his body limp like a noodle except for the occasional spasm as his body also came down from the natural high. I reached up to lift his chin so I could kiss him but as soon as my eyes met his, I knew having my mouth on his was the last thing he wanted. The unbridled lust was gone, the glaze of sated relief nonexistent. His pretty eyes were only filled with confusion and shame.

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