Page 54 of Prodigal

Fuck, there wasn’t anything Gideon was more sure of than this moment. “Yes.” And he watched, muscles straining, body aching, clenching, as André slicked himself up, then took his shaft in hand and brought it to Gideon’s entrance.

He pressed in.

“Unnghh.” Gideon’s head fell forward and his eyes closed.

“F-fuck.” Clenched around Gideon’s hips, André’s fingers trembled. “Gideon.”

“I know. Breathe for me.” Because he did understand the lust-filled panic in André’s voice. And as much as he wanted to keep his eyes closed and give himself over to the insane pleasure threatening a knockout, he forced himself to focus on André, to guide him because this was his first time. “Keep going. Keep going for me.” Just the head was in and that was already so much, heavy and thick, stretching Gideon with a sting, but he didn’t mind it.

He liked it.

Liked it even more when André shifted and sank in a little bit more. Since André was pressed up against the back of Gideon’s thighs, Gideon felt his body shake, felt the moan that traveled through the other man’s core and fell from his lips.

“All the way in.” Gideon’s voice was a mess, husky, filled with the struggle of his restraint. “I want you all the way in, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

André made a sobbing sound, hips flexing, continuing forward until finally, he bottomed out. Gideon squeezed his eyes shut, knuckles aching as he fisted the sheets. He was full, body stretched to fit, to wrap around André’s thickness.

“Gideon.” André’s lips brushed against the middle of Gideon’s back, nails digging into him.

“Move.” Yes, he was just plain begging now. Ass pushing back on André, rolling. “You’ve got me face down with my ass up for you. Fuck me the way you want to.” It was the way Gideon wanted him to.

André eased back, drawing a deep, drawn-out moan from Gideon, then he thrust right back in.

“Fuck!” Gideon yelped. “More, fuck. Don’t stop.” He rocked back on the dick inside him, clenching around it. “That’s it.

“Shit, Gideon.” He’d found his stride, and they both rode it, André driving in and out of him, strokes hard and punishing. “I can’t—So good.”

“Mmm, yeah.” Butgooddidn’t do it justice. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the rocking of the bed, the ache in Gideon’s joints. Fuck, even the burn and stretch. He loved it. He shifted upward until he was on his knees. André clung to him, an arm around his middle to hold him in place, the other in his hair as he fucked Gideon.

Deep and hard, nailing his spot. Every one of Gideon’s nerve endings roared out their pleasure.

He took himself in hand, stroking, fucking his fist as André lit him up from the inside out. “Harder,” he demanded. “Harder.” Sitting down would be uncomfortable later, but he didn’t care. His grunts got louder, mixing with André’s breathless cries. “You feel that?” He bore down. Clenching on André, reaching out for him with his free hand when the other man cried out, movements faltering. He wrapped his arm around André’s neck. “You feel that? That’s how you feel to me. That’s how I know I would kill for you. That’s how I know I would die for you.” He jerked himself off harder, faster, toes digging into the mattress, ass rippling around André, who sank his teeth into Gideon’s shoulder. “Fuck, yeah, mark me up."

“Please! I can’t— I’m gonna—” André choked and Gideon turned his head. André's mouth was right there.

“Come,” he whispered against André’s lips. “Dump all of it inside me.” André’s breath hitched and Gideon kissed him, swallowing his cries, feeling all of it when André let go, when he came, ribbons of heat shooting deep inside him.

It triggered Gideon and he came then too, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat as he bucked into his fist, filling his palm with cum. His hips kept jerking, ass kept clenching, and André remained plastered to his back, twitching dick still inside him even as cum dripped down Gideon’s ass and the backs of his thighs.

His body gave out and he crashed forward, onto his stomach.

But André remained inside him, on top of him.

Their heavy, desperate pants filled the room, their sweat-slicked bodies spasming with aftershocks. Gideon’s throat burned and felt raw. Hell, every part of him felt raw.

“Are you okay?” he managed to ask after a long while.

“Fuck.” André chuckled and the movement forced his softened shaft to slide out of Gideon. They both hissed. When André settled beside him on the bed, Gideon grabbed him, tugging him to his side. “I feel like you wrung me dry.”

Gideon grinned. “Good.”

André rolled his eyes but Gideon simply kissed him on the nose just as his phone went off. André sighed and went to move away, but Gideon held on to him as he retrieved the phone from the nightstand. Seeing it was Samir calling, he brought it to his ear while holding André’s gaze. “Yeah.”

“He’s here.”

“Okay. Give me ten.” He hung up and told André, “I’ll spend the day with you.”

André’s eyes widened. “You will?”

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