Page 45 of Rust and Stardust

He grinned at that and clambered onto the bed. Swinging one leg over, he straddled my hips, his body so much more thick and muscular than mine. I felt almost miniscule beneath him. But as he leaned back, my cock coming to rest against that gorgeous ass of his, I let out a small moan. Fuck he was sexy.

Beau's eyes locked with mine, a mix of nervousness and desire swirling in those blue depths. I reached up, running my hands along his thighs, trying to soothe him.

“Take your time,” I murmured. “We've got all night.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. Slowly, he lifted himself up, positioning my cock at his entrance. I held my breath, watching as he slowly lowered himself down. The tight heat enveloped the head of my cock, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Beau's face scrunched up slightly, a mix of discomfort and concentration. He paused, taking a few deep breaths.

“You okay?” I whispered, rubbing circles on his hips with my thumbs.

He nodded. “Yeah, just... it's a lot.” He glanced down at me. “You’re really big.”

“They all feel big going in that direction,” I grinned. “Just try to relax.”

Beau nodded, taking another deep breath. Slowly, he sank down further, taking more of me inside him. I watched in awe as his body accepted me, inch by inch. The tight heat was almost unbearable, and I had to focus all my willpower on not thrusting up into him.

“Oh god,” Beau gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. He was about halfway down now, his thighs trembling slightly with the effort of holding himself up.

“You're doing so well,” I murmured, running my hands up and down his sides. “Just breathe, cowboy. You’re a good rider, so I know you can do this.”

He opened his eyes, meeting my gaze. There was a vulnerability there that made my heart ache. Slowly, he lowered himself the rest of the way until he was fully seated on my cock. We both groaned softly at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he growled, his fingers digging into my chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“You okay?” I whispered, my hands gently caressing his thighs.

Beau nodded, his eyes still closed. “Yeah, just... give me a minute.”

I watched as he took slow, deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. His muscular body was taut, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin in the moonlight. God, he was beautiful.

After what felt like an eternity, Beau opened his eyes. The blue of his irises was almost completely swallowed by his dilated pupils. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, drawing a gasp from both of us. The sensation was incredible, and I had to grip his thighs tightly to keep myself still. Usually I didn’t top, but if this was how Beau’s ass felt… maybe I wanted to do it more than I thought.

“Oh god,” Beau moaned softly, his head falling back. “That feels...”

He didn't finish his sentence, instead lifting himself up slightly before sinking back down. We both bit back groans, mindful of the sleeping house around us. Beau repeated the motion, finding a slow, steady rhythm.

I watched in awe as he rode me, his powerful thighs flexing with each movement. His face was a mask of concentration and pleasure, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as blond locks hung around his face. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

“You're so beautiful,” I whispered, running my hands up his chest.

Beau's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch. He was putting his entire self on display for me. That, mixed with desire, and something deeper that I couldn't quite name, filled me to the brim. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride my cock faster and faster.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as our tongues danced together. The change in angle caused me to slide even deeper inside him, and Beau broke the kiss with a gasp.

“Oh god, Lucas,” he moaned softly against my neck. “It feels so good.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I couldn't resist thrusting up to meet him. Beau let out a strangled groan, his fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Do that again,” he whispered urgently.

I obliged, snapping my hips up as he sank down. We found a rhythm together, our bodies moving in perfect unison.

The room filled with the soft sounds of our lovemaking - hushed moans, skin against skin, and the creak of the old bed beneath us. I was lost in the sensation of Beau's tight hole squeezing around me, the weight of his muscular body on top of mine.

“Lucas,” Beau gasped, his voice strained. “I'm close...”

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. It was hot and hard, slick with pre-cum. I stroked him in time with our thrusts, watching as pleasure overtook his features.

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