Page 10 of Down My Chimney

“Fuck yes,” Henry whined.

I slipped it inside him, sinking all the way in. The heat of his ass sucked my finger in and held it tight. It was pillowy and soft, and I rolled and crooked my finger gently as I slid it in and out. Henry was usually so vocal, but even in the relative silence of tonight, his gasps and shudders made my cock throb.

“Fuck me,” he pleaded, when I’d only had two fingers in him for a minute. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to rush.” I leaned in and nipped at his shoulder. “We probably shouldn’t takequitefifteen hours, but there’s no reason we can’t—”

“I swear to God, Blake, I have waited a goddamn month to feel your dick inside me again, and I am not going to wait another single second. Fuck me.” Henry’s voice was all command that time.

What could I do but obey?

I rolled on a condom and squeezed lube into my palm, sliding it up and down my cock. Henry really did want it—he reached back and grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks apart so his hole stretched out.

“Please,” he repeated.

I lined up. “Ready?” I asked again, because I couldn’t help it.

“If you ask me that one more time, I swear I will—”

I pushed in before he finished talking, and his sentence trailed off in a wordless moan. I paused for a second, the head of my cock just inside his tight outer ring, to let him take a breath. Then I pushed the rest of the way in.

It was heaven, being inside him again. Not just because of how hot and tight he was, or because of the way he squeezed my cock, milking it as I thrust in and out—though that was all amazing.

But it was more than that. It was the way he breathed, high-pitched and desperate. The littleYes, Blake, yesthat escaped his lips as I buried myself to the hilt. The breadth of his shoulders, the curve of his lower back, the electricity between us. The way his eyes begged for more when he looked over his shoulder, his lips parted in exertion.

I pulled all the way out before sinking in again. How could I have gone so long without realizing that this was what I wanted, that Henry waswhoI wanted? That all I wanted was to make his eyelids flutter shut, his breath go short and syncopated, his knuckles turn white as he gripped the sheets beneath us?

I’d gotten used to being vocal this past month, to telling him how badly I wanted to fuck him every time we were on the phone. But now that we were finally together, we didn’t need words at all. We moved like we had one body instead of two.

I reached underneath him, found his cock, and began to stroke him. Every time I’d watched him fuck himself with a toy, I’d wanted to do that, wanted to bring him to completion while fucking him. Tonight, it didn’t take long to make that fantasy a reality.

His breath sped up, and he collapsed down onto his elbows. His whole body rolled back onto my cock, then forward into my hands. And when he shuddered, coming into my hand as he rode my cock, I felt like I’d found my purpose. I might not have a clue what I was doing in any other part of my life, but with Henry, I was complete.

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck, Blake, fuck me,” he moaned, still meeting my thrusts even after he’d come.

I was so close to the edge, that was all it took. My name on his lips was enough to send the wave of pleasure that had built inside me crashing home. I came into the condom deep inside his ass, then fell down onto him. I didn’t ever want to move again. As long as we were together, everything was perfect.

We lay like that for a long time, and even after I pulled out and threw the condom away, I didn’t want to let Henry go. I pulled him to my chest, holding him tight.

“I should go back to the couch,” he whispered.

“Just a few more minutes.” I kissed his neck. “Please.”

“We have to be careful. We can’t fall asleep like this.”

“I know, I know. Just…a little more.” I hugged him tighter.

Of course I knew we had to be careful.Iwas the reason for that. It wasn’t as if Henry would ever hide who he was, given the choice. He was only keeping this a secret for me.

But it had been such a long month without him. I just needed to savor this a little more.

“We still have tomorrow night,” he said, when I finally let him go. He’d put his clothes back on and was leaning over the edge of the bed. “I don’t go home until Sunday.”

“It’s not enough,” I said with a sigh. “It’s never enough with you. I’m always going to want more.”

Henry grinned and brushed his lips across mine. “I like the sound of that.”

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