Page 32 of Doubling Down

Teasing their tongues together, Ezra tried to show Eric how much he wanted him. Needed him. Craved more of him.

Easing back from the kiss, Ezra was surprised to see Eric’s glassy wide eyes. The raw need on his face. For him. Eric wanted Ezra. Then he smiled. Eric’s smile was missing the usual cockiness. This was the real Eric. The Eric that few people saw.

“Fuck, baby,” Eric breathed out.

Ezra grinned even as his face heated. He wasn’t the one that usually took the lead. “It was an okay kiss?”

“It was a fantastic kiss,” Eric told him. “The best kiss I’ve ever had.”

Ezra barely let Eric get the words out before he was kissing Eric again. This time Eric was the one that took control. He licked at the seam of Ezra’s lips until Ezra opened for him. Eric’s dominance allowed Ezra to relax and sink into the kiss.

Well, all but one part of him was relaxed.

Pressing his hard cock against Eric’s stomach, Ezra moaned into the kiss as it heated and passion flared between him and Eric. Eric slipped his tongue inside Ezra’s mouth and tongue fucked him.

Eric’s hand slid down Ezra’s back to cup his ass, encouraging Ezra to rub against him. Only Ezra’s lounge pants and thin underwear covered his aching cock. He fought to get more friction.

Eric ripped his mouth away. “What do you need, baby?”

“More,” Ezra panted. “I want to feel you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please!” Ezra would beg if he had to.

Leaning forward, Eric grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it quickly over his head.

Was he drooling? He might be.

Eric’s wide, muscular chest was a thing of beauty. He even had six-pack abs. Ezra wanted to come all over those muscles.

“I want to paint you with my come,” Ezra blurted out.

Eric’s eyes widened before he nodded frantically.

Wait. Really? Eric would really let Ezra do that?

The fingers on his ass bit into his flesh. “Can I…can I touch you? Without your clothes?”

“Yes,” Ezra hissed. He pushed back into Eric’s hands.

“Hold on.” Eric pulled at the fabric as Ezra lifted onto his knees. They got his cotton pajama pants and underwear down his legs to his knees. Ezra’s cock was so hard and he was already releasing precome over his own and Eric’s stomachs.

Eric wrapped his fingers around the base of Ezra’s shaft.

Ezra settled back onto Eric’s lap. His crack catching Eric’s trapped dick. He pushed back harder, causing Eric to groan as his free hand grasped at Ezra’s ass cheek.

“Please,” Ezra tried to pump his hips.

Eric stroked Ezra from base to tip. He shuddered. Having Eric’s hand on him was even better than Ezra had imagined.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Eric asked while stroking Ezra again. “Are you going to give me your come? Paint me like a pretty picture?”

It was getting hard to breathe. Damn, this was hot! Ezra nodded. “Yes, please. I’m a good boy!”

“You are.” Eric stroked him with one hand as he trailed the fingers of his second down his crack, brushing against his hole.

Ezra gasped. Too good.

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