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“You do now,” he purred, and he grabbed a keyring out of his pocket, one that he’d been holding there for a while, just waiting for the right time. This felt like it. Maybe Ken would be going away soon, but Justin wanted to send the message, loud and clear, that he would have a place waiting for him when he came back.
Ken stared at the keys and then looked at Justin, his eyes wide and surprised.
“Really? Do you actually want me to …”
Justin cut him off, stealing his words with a kiss. As he did, he gently took Ken’s hand in his own and guided it to the doorknob, letting him unlock the door and then pushing him inside, still kissing him.
“Oh yeah,” he finally admitted. Yes, that was what he wanted, for Ken to call this place home, too, just as Justin and Jade already did. More frantic kissing and they made it to the couch, which was—Justin sensed—really as far as either of them was willing to go.
It had been months, the whole summer, almost, and yet this heat between them, this passion, burned hotter than the summer sun. It never seemed to die down at all, and Justin wanted to hold on to it as long as he could.
Before Ken, it had been so long since Justin had felt wanted by anyone. It was addictive, and he had found that he couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
They tangled together on the couch, kissing over and over again, and it all built so naturally between them. There was no need to rush, no need to push because it would all happen, neither of them could resist.
Since they had the house to themselves, Justin stripped Ken slowly, taking his time, worshiping his body with his tongue. It was such a luxury to be able to do this right in the living room, to know that no one was around to catch them and they didn’t have to be careful.
At the same time, Ken was taking off all of Justin’s clothes, leaving his body bare and vulnerable to him. They slid together, and Justin settled on top of Ken’s larger, stronger body, straddling his hips so that his dick was pressed right up against Ken’s, rutting against him.
Even this, which should have just been foreplay, was so damn good with Ken. Justin moaned, and his cock was leaking, mixing with Ken’s precome to make everything so perfectly slick and slippery that it was as satisfying as sex that Justin had ever had with anyone else.
They kissed, over and over, hot breath mingling as their hips danced, cocks sliding together, pressed against each other from their toes all the way to their chests.
Justin could have worked himself to climax far too easily, just rubbing against Ken, doing the sort of things that teenagers would do, frantically humping and hoping to get relief. But then Ken, lying under him, spread his legs and Justin fell down between them, his cock so slippery that it slid between the cheeks of Ken’s ass absolutely effortlessly.
“Ken,” Justin moaned softly, thrusting his hips, his head sliding smoothly between those full, firm ass cheeks where Ken was so hot and tight. He kissed the other man, his tongue probing into his mouth as his leaking, slick head rubbed against the entrance to Ken’s body.
It was all far too effortless. Justin rocked and thrust and the very, very tip of his head caught against Ken’s tight hole. He gasped and pushed a tiny bit more, and a tiny bit more of his slippery cockhead pushed inside, lubricated by his own precome and by Ken’s, too.
“Justin, baby,” Ken moaned, obviously feeling no pain as he writhed up, trying to get more of Justin inside of him, trying to get more of that connection. And that was just what Justin wanted, moaning and trembling with the effort of holding back as he slid, a fraction of an inch at a time, inside his boyfriend.
“You okay?” Justin asked, balls deep inside of Ken but holding himself back. This was unusual for them, to do it without more lube, but it had all been so slow and neither of them had seemed to be able to hold themselves back.
“Yeah. I’m okay. Move, fuck me,” Ken moaned, and he pulled his hips back and gave Justin the idea, thrusting back up onto him, fucking himself on Justin. Once more, they kissed, and Justin slid down to find Ken’s cock hard and hot and waiting for him.
But Justin couldn’t fuck him. He couldn’t go as fast as he might want to, and not only because he didn’t want to hurt Ken. No, there was also the fact that he was too close, that he couldn’t ever get enough of Ken and seeing how flushed and hot he was for Justin as he lay under him on the couch was driving him insane.
Ken, as it turned out, didn’t give him much of a choice. He pushed his hips up, and, when that wasn’t enough, he took matters into his own hands. As big as Ken was, it was a simple matter for him to scoop Justin up, still impaled on Justin’s cock, and spin them both over so that Ken was straddling Justin’s hips and had control over the speed, the depth, everything.
There was something so raw, so elemental, about being with Ken. Justin had never screwed anyone even half as energetic as Ken was, and sometimes, he felt like he had to hold on for dear life. But the ride was always more than worth it, and Ken took it all over, riding him for all he was worth.
It was pointless to try to resist, and honestly, Justin didn’t. There was just no way he was going to be able to hold back. His balls were already throbbing and aching with the desire to shove deep inside of him, to empty himself and to once more make Ken his.
From the signs, though, Ken wasn’t too far off, either. He was already giving those little hoarse cries, increasingly desperate, and his cock throbbed against his flat stomach as he fucked himself deep, his eyes going hazy with the pleasure which Justin knew must be building inside of him.
“Now, Justin,” Ken moaned, and it was then that Justin knew that his lover was linked to him completely, that Ken, too, could tell how close Justin was. With those two words, Ken’s body convulsed hotly around Justin’s cock, and he shot his come all over himself, both of them sweating as they churned and thrust and desperately tried to become one person.
Seeing Ken as he writhed for him, as he moaned and fucked himself frantically, it was too much for Justin. He groaned, and his body tensed once more, every muscle strained almost to the breaking point as he spilled inside of him. Spurt after spurt painted the insides of Ken’s body, their harsh breath mingling between them as Justin’s hands clutched to Ken and hauled him close and filled him up.
When it was all over, Ken thoughtfully rolled onto his back again, holding Justin on top of him, his body a huge, hot, sexy mattress under Justin’s body, far more comfortable than the couch where they rested. They nuzzled close, slowly getting their breath, and, in Justin’s case, at least, his wits, back together.
Maybe. Or maybe not, as it turned out, with what he said next.
“Hey, babe? You ever think of getting married?” Justin saw the look on Ken’s face, and he did know that it was way too soon, he did, so he rushed on. “I mean, not right now. But someday, maybe?”
Ken grinned, his shoulders relaxing, and hugged Justin tightly.
“More often than you know.”
It wasn’t an official commitment, maybe, but it was good enough for now. Good enough, for sure, for the man who really hadn’t had a family to offer to his daughter, or to take comfort in himself.
It seemed like that had all changed, and Justin closed his eyes and relaxed into Ken, letting his muscles just melt, until it really did seem like they were two people who had, at least temporarily, become one.
Oh, yes. This was definitely, definitely good enough, and Justin had the idea that, with their tentative conversation just then, maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about losing it. Ever. And that was so damn perfect that he held on to Ken and decided that he just wasn’t letting go.
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