Page 44 of Baking Battles

“Me too.”

“I love sex with you.”

“Good. Because I am about to fuck you until you are mine. Until you are so worn out there will be nothing left of you. I’m going to make love to you until all that is left of you is a puddle of nothing. Are you good with that? Are you ready?”

Mattias thinks he’s nodding. He hopes. He’s not quite sure of anything right now, apart from that his body is shaking and he‘s too hot, but it’s cold and Christopher is right there watching him and he loves him. He does. His whole body loves Christopher. Because Christopher? He’s just. He’s gorgeous. And he loves him, and that is definitely something big pushing against the opening between his buttcheeks and it’s never going to fit, and his body clenches up and tightens, and his breath is hitching …

“Breathe, baby.” Christopher soothes. His lips on his. Fingers on his cheek. Eyes watching him with so much love that Mattias is becoming a little lightheaded. His body tingling with lack of oxygen. His breath far too fast. His insides screaming with the pressure that may or may not be pain. It’s weird. Uncomfortable. Sticky. Hot.

“You are amazing. So brave. There. Just a little more. Breathe out and push against me, baby. Bear down.”

His nose is scrunched up and his eyes won’t blink. All he can think is Christopher. Christopher, Christopher.

“There.” Christopher is breathless, the word barely audible. “You are mine. I’m yours. You’re amazing. So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine. You’re mine. Always. No one else’s.”

There are too many words. Too little kissing, which Mattias fixes by finally making his arms work. Tugging and pulling at the man above him, jerking his hips and wincing with the feel of Christopher moving inside him. It hurts. It fucking hurts. He’s full and he’s being split apart and he’s being fucked and Christopher’s hips are moving and every little nerve ending is firing up inside him as Christopher gently slides out, only to push straight back in as Mattias’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and his mouth starts shouting.

It’s like nothing. It’s everything.

Then Christopher shifts and tugs at Mattias’s cock, and then he pegs his prostate on the third thrust, and Mattias sees galaxies. Endless oceans of black and stars all over wherever his head is at, and he can’t even scream anymore. Not a word is escaping his mouth, that is wide open, slack with awe as Christopher’s face hovers above him.

“I’m gonna…” Christopher almost drools, his eyes closed and his hips changing the angle again. Pistoning faster and faster as his arm is clearly struggling to hold up the weight of his body, whilst his other hand is making Mattias’s cock leak with joy.

“Matt…” He moans. Sweat dripping from his forehead as Mattias loses control. He thinks. He’s not sure if he even thinks anymore.

He thinks this must be what death is like. Darkness and light and eternal skies of nothing. His brain full of fuzz and his body screaming with pleasure so intense that it’s more like pain.

He’s had orgasms. He knows what it feels like to come, but it’s never been like this. This? This is his body tensing up, his veins full of fire, his heart jackhammering in his chest and his mind racing in blind panic. He wants to stop, perhaps curl up with shame over his own frankly shocking behaviour. This is not him, he never does this, all this shouting and panting and throwing his head back and saying all these words. “More.More. Please, please more.”But his body seems to have found a mind of it’s own and just does things that Mattias can’t control. Then he finally screams into Christopher’s mouth, and Christopher’s body goes rigid, and he holds his breath against Mattias’s lips. Pants. Holds his breath again. Then slumps on top of him, and Mattias tries to catch him. His arms clumsily folding around the dead weight on top of him.

They lie there in silence, Mattias not daring to move.

It feels like hours later, his skin cool against the warmth of the bed, and his breath still hitches, but he can feel Christopher’s softening cock sliding out of his body, and almost squirms at the sensation.

“Christopher?” He questions softly.

“Yeah?” It’s more a croak than a word.

“Are you still alive?”

“I should be asking you that. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me. You fucked the living daylights out of me.”

“As promised.”

Mattias’s cheeks are smiling. He doesn’t quite know why, but there is laughter brewing in his chest, and giggles threatening to explode from his mouth, and Christopher’s lips are on his, and it’s good. It’s all so good.

“I’ve been dreaming of making love to you since forever. I’ve thought about you, having you in my arms. You letting me take you. I never in my wildest dreams thought you would. That you would one day be mine.”

“Don’t. Don’t cry.” He can’t bear it. Can’t bear the sound of his voice, the emotion and the tears of Christopher crying. Not now. Not when things are amazing.

“Just happy.” Christopher sniffles.

“You make me happy.” Mattias whispers. It’s the truth.

“I’m gay.” He says. “I’m totally gay.”

“No baby.” Christopher smiles. “You are just mine. Mine mine mine.”

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