Page 104 of Man On

He melts and pants, my name and God’s repeating over and over like he’s chanting. “Oh God, Noah. Oh God, Noah!”

Eyes rolling back, head pressed into the pillow, Lane lifts his hips to meet mine, encouraging me to fuck into him. The bed shifting, my balls smacking against Lane’s skin, our grunts and moans, it all merges together to form the most perfect music.

“Noah! I’m gonna?—”

His ass is pulsing around my cock. “Are you going to come for me, Lane? Are you going to come with my cock deep in your ass?”

“Ahhh…” He tenses, his ass clenching me so tightly, I nearly come on the spot.

“Oh, Fuck. Lane, your ass is so fucking perfect. I’m going to come, baby.”

“Inside me,” he rasps.

I still for a moment, my brain going screwy. Fuck. He wants me to come inside him? His expression is vulnerable, pupils blown wide.

“You want me to fill this pretty ass with cum, little brother?”

“Yes! Please! God!”

Oh fuck, I can’t hold on any longer. Waves of heat are coursing through my veins, heat building at the base of my spine. My balls are throbbing, pulled up tight and ready to unleash.

“Come for me, baby,” I choke out. “Come for me and I’ll fill you up.”

“Unnhhhgghh—” Lane grunts and mewls as his cock erupts in my hand. I jerk him faster, wringing out every spurt before I have to let go and grip both of Lane’s thighs.

I look down at my cock driving in and out of his ass, and I feel myself thicken. His ass is pulsing around me, and I swear there has never been a more intense feeling in the world. My climax builds, climbing up my spine.

I pound into him faster and harder, until the world shatters and my cock pulses. I hunch over with the force of it, probably making the least sexy face possible, but I have zero control of my faculties. All I can do is surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me, and continue staring down at the connection between us, knowing that my cum is filling him up. Marking him. Making him mine.

Lane is in the shower when Miah comes by in the morning to drop off my bag. I was just going to grab it out of the hallway, but he left his charger, so he came back to grab it.

“Is Lane okay?” he asks as he pulls his charger from an outlet behind the dresser.

“He came out of it looking better than you do,” I joke, gesturing to his black eye. It’s not too swollen, but there’s definitely a good bit of color around the bottom of his left eye. “He’ll be alright.” I know Miah wants more information, but I don’t feel like it’s my place.

Not only that, but there’s a very naked Lane Blakely in a shower that we can both fit in, and I don’t want to miss whatever opportunities that presents. The only reason I’m not already in there, and was available to answer the door when Miah knocked, is because he wanted some privacy to clean himself up. Some controlling douchebag held him captive and wouldn’t let him clean up last night. And however much said controlling douchebag begged to help clean the cum from his asshole, Lane wouldn’t allow it.

Killjoy.

Miah chooses to ignore my very obvious attempts to corral him towards the door, leaning against the wall and wrapping his charging cord around his hand. “So, are we going to talk about it? Or are we still pretending this isn’t a thing?”

“Talk about what?”

“I dunno. Maybe the fact that it smells like sex in here, or that you called Lane baby last night?”

Whoops.

I’m usually quicker on the uptake and able to make excuses for stuff on the fly, but my brain is completely blank. If my silence isn’t enough to implicate me, my impression of Lane’s nervous stutter surely is.

“I-I was comforting him.”

Miah’s gaze lands on the mess of bedsheets and then drops to the travel sized lube that’s laying open on the floor.

“Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Look, it’s complicated.”

“Obviously. I just don’t see why you had to hide it from me. I’m your best friend, Noah. At least now I know why you’ve been ghosting me.”

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