Page 51 of Flash

I knead his ass cheeks, using the leverage to set a faster pace, grinding and humping as our kisses get deeper and hungrier.

“You’re my delicious little Tater Tot,” I grunt, rolling Lewis onto his back and climbing on top of him. He laughs into the next kiss as I slip my tongue between his lips. “No one else can touch you.” I brace my hands on the pillow and nibble across his jaw while he drags his hands greedily over my chest and stomach, sending teasing flickers of heat across my skin everywhere he touches me. “No one else can hear your sweet moans or taste your lips.”

“No one,” he agrees, slipping his hand into my underwear to palm my throbbing cock.

He drags his fingers through the slick precum gathering on my slit and paints them down my length until he reaches my balls. He cups them, tugging slightly, then rolling them in his palm. I groan and buck my hips.

“There’s no one else like you.” I flick my tongue against his earlobe and tug his underwear down around his thighs. “Your goofy sense of humor, your laugh, your sassy mouth… I fucking lo—” I catch myself and cover the near slip with another kiss. I was going to say I love it, not that I love him. At least… I think that’s what I was going to say.

My heart thunders and my body burns hotter.

Whether Lewis was too caught up in everything else to notice or he’s just pretending he didn’t hear, I’m not sure. He strokes my cock and tangles his tongue with mine, letting the word I didn’t say fade away.

“I want to feel you inside me, Jay,” he murmurs, corkscrewing his hand around the head of my cock. “Bare.” He flicks his tongue along the seam of my lips. “I want to spend the rest of the day with your cum leaking out of me.”

I groan and clench my hands into fists around the pillow, my cock spasming in his grasp at the filthy thought. It’s been years since I’ve gone bare—not since my last serious boyfriend. Feeling the raw heat of Lewis wrapped around me suddenly seems more important than my next breath.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” I growl, rolling off of him so I can shed my underwear and grab the lube.

I’m momentarily distracted by the bounce of his cock as he wiggles his briefs the rest of the way off and then tosses them aside. He notices my gaze, putting on a flirty smile and arching his back as he drags a hand slowly down his body. I track its path with hunger in my gut.

“You know, I’ve always thought about getting a tattoo, but the moment never felt quite right. I think I was waiting so you could be my first.” He holds my gaze, his eyes smoldering with heat and promises that make my chest ache. “What do you think? Do you want to put something permanent on my skin?”

My cock jerks hard, and a low moan rumbles through my chest. With the bottle of lube clutched in my hand, I reach for him again, dragging him towards me and flipping him around so I’m spooning his smaller body. My erection rides along the hot crease between his cheeks, his thighs against mine, my chest to his back. I dip my head to nip at his shoulder and stroke my fingers down his belly until I reach his cock.

“You’d better not be teasing, sweetness.” I wrap my hand around his shaft and give him a slow stroke. “Just say the word and I’ll cover every inch of your beautiful body with my artwork.”

Lewis gives a breathless laugh and grinds his ass against my cock. “Just one or two small ones should do it.”

“You say that now, but you have no idea how addictive ink is. One taste and you’ll never be done with it,” I warn.

“I’m familiar with the phenomenon.”

He cranes his neck and I catch his lips again, releasing his cock so I can lube my fingers. Once they’re slicked, I slide them between his cheeks in search of his hole. It’s warm and soft for me, fluttering eagerly as I drag the slippery pads of my finger along the rim. He gasps against my lips and lets out a low, needy whine as I ease just the tips of two fingers inside of him. The tight ring of muscles clenches around me, then relaxes, sucking my fingers in deeper. My cock throbs and pulses, spilling precum on his ass cheek.

He’s so tight in this position that I don’t rush the prep, fucking him with my fingers nice and slow, feeling every tremor in the muscles of his rim against my knuckles, swallowing every whimper and moan he feeds me. I whisper sweet words and praise against his mouth as our breathing gets faster and a sheen of sweat forms everywhere our skin touches.

For the first time, there’s no urgency between us. No deadline looming, no one coming to interrupt us, nothing but hours of early morning to enjoy each other. Heat tightens in my gut, little by little, with every gasp that falls from Lewis’s lips. I have no idea how long I’ve played with his hole, stroking over his prostate, loosening him up, eventually pouring more lube down his crease and sliding a third finger inside.

He trembles against me with short, panting breaths.

“Please, Jason, please. I need… I need…” He whines and clenches around my fingers, clutching at his pillow and thrusting his hips back, riding my fingers with a desperation that makes my balls tighten and my cock drool.

“Well, why didn’t you just say that, baby?” I tease, kissing his neck and easing my fingers out.

I lube my cock and line myself up, twitching with horny impatience just like he is. I nudge the head against his slippery, relaxed hole and then, holding his hips in place, I fill him in an achingly slow thrust.

He’s so fucking tight my eyes roll back as soon as his inner channel squeezes around me.

“Lewis,” I grunt. “Fuck.”

He whimpers in agreement, putting a hand over mine on his hip and threading our fingers together. The gesture is so surprisingly intimate—the kind of thing only a boyfriend would do—that it pulls my attention away from my dick for a fraction of a second and onto the full, warm feeling in my chest.

His ass cheeks land flush against me, my cock fully seated, and I nuzzle the back of his neck. I throb and twitch inside of him, my balls heavy and tight, the promise of an orgasm so close I can taste it. But instead of chasing what I know we’re both desperate for, I hold him just like that for a minute, wrapping my arms around him, breathing him in, feeling every inch of his body pressed against mine. Lewis reaches back and strokes my hair, breathing my name quietly.

I savor the moment as long as I can before the feeling growing between us starts to become demanding. My hips twitch and my thighs quake with the effort of holding myself back. Lewis takes a trembling breath and whispers, “Please,” again.

“Anything,” I rumble quietly, pulling my hips back and thrusting forward again.

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