Page 69 of Daily Grind
This wouldn’t be gentle. The need and heat that radiated from Brian told Rob that.
“So, maybe I will fuck you in a vanilla manner, tonight.” More lube, this time slicking his hole. Brian gripped his thighs and lifted him. “You’re rare and hard, and entirely mine.”
He couldn’t even reply when Brian pressed in. Felt too fucking good, being stretched and filled and taken. Sharp, hard thrusts. His gasps mixing with Brian’s moan. The way Brian closed his eyes when he fitted himself inside Rob was exquisite to see.
When Brian exhaled he opened his eyes, he smiled. “I could do this to you every night.” He thrust in deeper, hitting Rob just right.
“Wouldn’t mind that,” Rob murmured. He found Brian’s shoulders and grasped them, pulling him closer.
Mouths met. Tongues. Brian pulled at Rob’s legs and arse and thrust in deep and hard, over and over until Rob’s chest and lungs hurt from gasping and groaning and trying to catch air between the kisses and the intensity of the fucking.
“You want vanilla? Really?” A bit of anger there.
“I want you.” Rob scraped his fingers over Rob’s biceps. “You.”
“Americano?” Deep staccato thrusts that drove thoughts, words, and breath from Rob.
“There’s—room—for—cream.”
Brian froze, buried inside Rob, and quaked. Not an orgasm, though. Laughter. Throaty, joyful, laughter that shook both of them.
“Oh fuck,” Brian whispered. He pressed a kiss to Rob’s lips. Then another. “Oh God, Rob.” Slowly, he moved again. Gently, but with the same purpose that flared in his expression. A singular desire.
This man couldlove, not just fuck. Smooth, slow strokes that sent fire up Rob’s spine. Rob pressed his head back against the pillow and moaned Brian’s name. “Please.”
“Like that?” He rocked into Rob and his hand closed around Rob’s cock. “Feels like you do.”
“Fucking love it. You feel so good.” Words whispered against lips. “Love—love—”
Brian’s mouth met his.
“Love you.”
Couldn’t tell who said it. It was in his mind and heart and soul. He’d tried pushing the emotions back—heknewit was too soon—but here and now, he meant it. Everywhere else, too. In the shop. At work. “Bri.” He was close, between Brian’s thrusts, his hand stroking, and those words in the air between them. “Please.”
Brian’s eyes were dark and his lips moist and plump. Sweat licked at his forehead and they rocked against each other, that perfect friction building and building. “Love everything about you,” Brian whispered. “Even your fucking coffee puns.”
A hiccupped laugh and then a moan. “You started it.”
Brian’s thrusts picked up speed. “Gonna finish it, too.”
“Please.” Please.Please.Rob slid his hand to join Brian’s around his cock. He wanted to come before Brian did, wanted to be fucked through his orgasm, wanted to cry and moan until his throat hurt and his body sang. He was so… close…
A toothy grin above him. “Want it so bad, don’t you?” Brian drilled him and there was no stopping the roll of pain and pleasure that stripped Rob from the world. His balls tightened, vision hazed and he tumbled off the cliff into unending bliss.
Warm semen coated his hand. Seconds or minutes later, Brian arched above him, pounded him hard enough to rock his bones, and shuddered out his own pleasure until they came to rest together, breathing hard into each other, their heartbeats blending and merging and breaking apart.
Brian moved first, his hand stroking Rob’s hair. He kissed Rob’s neck and whispered, “Say it again.”
“Room for cream?”
Brian moaned and pressed his forehead into Rob’s shoulder. “Youass.” He laughed, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, like the one’s Rob felt at his.
“I love you.”
A happy sigh. “Yeah, that.”
“Too soon?”
