Page 19 of A Very Gay Halloween
The basement fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, our breathless pants echoing off the stone walls. Cooper's ass is perfect—firm and round and absolutely made for gripping—and I can't stop watching the way my cock disappears into him over and over again.
"You feel so fucking good," I manage between thrusts.
"Yeah?" Cooper's voice is wrecked, barely recognizable. "Tell me."
"So tight. So hot. Like you were made for my cock."
Cooper moans at my words, his hole clenching around me. "More. Tell me more."
I lean forward, changing the angle, and Cooper nearly screams. His whole body jerks, and his hands scramble against the stone wall for purchase.
"There," he gasps. "Right fucking there."
I've hit the right spot. I thrust again at the same angle, and Cooper's reaction is immediate and violent. His back arches impossibly, and a sound tears from his throat that he quickly muffles with his forearm.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," I pant, picking up the pace. "Taking my cock so well. Looking so fucking perfect."
Cooper's responding moans are getting louder, more desperate, and I have to remind myself that there are people somewhere above us. The thought of getting caught should terrify me, but instead it makes my cock throb inside him.
"Harder," Cooper demands, pushing back against my thrusts. "I can take it. Give me everything."
I grip his hips tighter and start fucking him with real intensity. Deep, powerful thrusts that have his ass jiggling with each impact. The sound echoes through the basement like gunshots, mixing with our moans and curses.
Cooper reaches down to stroke his cock, and the mere idea nearly ends me right there. His hand moves frantically along his length. Pre-come drips from his cockhead onto the basement floor, and I realize he's getting close.
"You gonna come for me?" I ask, angling my thrusts to nail his prostate with every stroke.
"Yes," he sobs. "Fuck yes, I'm gonna come so hard."
"Do it. Come all over yourself while I fuck you."
His hand moves faster, and I can feel his body starting to tighten around me. It’s like being gripped by a vice that's slowly tightening with each of his strokes.
"August," he moans, and hearing my name on his lips while I'm buried inside him nearly sends me over the edge. "I'm so close. So fucking close."
"Come for me, Coop. Let me feel you fall apart."
That does it.
He comes with a muffled scream, his whole body convulsing as his orgasm tears through him. His hole clamps down on my cock so tight I see stars, rhythmic pulses that milk my length with every spurt of come that shoots from his cock.
The sight and sensation push me past the point of no return. My own orgasm builds at the base of my spine, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.
"Fuck, I'm gonna—"
"Yes," Cooper gasps, still shaking from his own climax. "Come inside me. Fill me up."
His words shatter what's left of my control. My orgasm hits like a freight train, starting in my toes and exploding through every nerve in my body. I thrust deep and hold there as I come, my cock pulsing inside Cooper's tight heat, filling the condom with what feels like a lifetime's worth of come.
We stay locked together as the aftershocks roll through us, both of us trembling and gasping for air. Cooper's bodycontinues to flutter around my softening cock, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
When I finally have enough coordination to move, I pull out slowly. We both wince at the loss of connection—Cooper from the stretch, me from the sudden absence of his incredible heat.
He turns around and leans back against the wall, looking completely destroyed in the best possible way. His hair is plastered to his head with sweat, his chest is flushed and heaving, and there are fingerprint bruises forming on his hips where I held on too tight.
He's never looked more beautiful.
For a long moment, we just stare at each other, both processing what just happened. The basement feels different now—charged with something that wasn't there before.
