Page 53 of Until We Fall

“I’ve never done this either,” he whispers before he traps both of us. And fuck… oursizedifference. His smaller cock against mine, his head swelling against my shaft, the way that we look together.

It’s so fucking perfect.

My eyes sail up to his face, watching him watch, the way he’s into it too, his fingers shaking around our shafts so hard that I can feel it, but it doesn’t seem like nerves—it seems like full desire. His lips are wet and swollen, that deep blush across his entire body.

“I didn’t think I’d like that word so much.” He shivers. “And this too.”

His eyes meet mine, and in a flash, I know what we need to do.

In the back of my head, I haven’t forgotten New York. I haven’t forgotten what he said. Maybe we only have this one night. And if that’s all, then I know what we need to do.

We need to make one of his fantasies come true.

My fantasy has already come true. He’s here with me. So it’s his turn,

I let out a shaky breath and take my hand off the mattress, shifting onto one knee so that I can balance myself.

“Fist just yourself,” I tell him.

“D,” he pleads, but I shake my head.

“Trust me,” I whisper.

He lets go of me, and I grab my dick, stroking, pretty easily lubed with the amount of pre-cum I’ve been leaking. I stretch my foreskin, softly pulling it looser. His eyes hood as he watches me.

“Are we…” He’s shaking. “You would really?”

“Help me.” I shift my hips and push halfway up to my toes. “You print know what to do better than me. I think you need to press the tip of your dick against the tip of mine?”

“Oh god.” He grips himself, small in his palm, and another one of my fantasies fuels awake watching him stroke himself.

We move so our tips are aligned. It’s kinda difficult because we’re both so hard, but we make it work. I brush the head of my cock against his and he shudders, his back arching, his dick jumping away. He has to reposition himself so we can do it again, the slick of his pre-cum smearing and mixing with mine, creating enough lubrication for us.

I’m nearly panting, my legs shaking from holding my weight. I don’t know how long before I fall, so I focus on massaging my foreskin, on creating that link between us. I take one stroke where my foreskin just brushes against the very tip of his dick, and he convulses, whimpering and shaking so hard that I almost lose the connection between us again.

I fight to keep contact, taking a second stroke where my foreskin just eases over his head, and this time, we both nearly fall apart.

He’s stroking faster. So am I.

I wonder if we’re even going to be capable of doing this without both busting a nut, but with a third time, my foreskin covers his head. We both shudder. I take our speed down. But holyfuck, my cock seems to swallow his, and our size difference isn’t just visually perfect—it’s perfect forthis. Thefeelingofhim tucked inside my foreskin is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, his head rubbing against mine, the warmth of himinsideme. It must be the same for him because he’s pushing out fractured pleas, his body squirming.

“Oh god, ohhh, ohhhh.” His jaw tightens, his hips working with mine.

My legs are shaking, my toes curling even as they try to hold me up. Fuck, I love himinsideme.

“I can’t hold myself up,” I gasp out. “You need to…”

His hand clasps over mine, keeping us locked, and my palm lands on the bed. He strokes us, keeping us together, and fuck…

“Ohgod, D. I’m so close.” His entire body trembles, his thighs spreading. The feeling of him in my foreskin is seriously fucking wrecking me.

He arches, his lashes fluttering. “I’m going to…”

Oh fuck, his lips tighten, and then he belts out a shout as his cum fills the trap of skin locked between us. My foreskin swells out, and fuck… My mouth drops open, the pressure sending shocks down to my balls and up into my navel. He keeps us locked together, just a dribble of his cum sneaking out, the rest caught bulging between us.

“Ohhh fuck.” I grit my teeth, my thighs and stomach flexing. I didn’t realize that would happen. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.”

“Hold on,” he whispers.

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