His hand goes up under my shirt, and we slow. Our clothes seem to fall off. I try to get my hands everywhere, feel every part of him. Last time was such a shock, but now, the details are burning into me.
Mole by his collar. Soft, dark hairs on his thighs. Pretty toes.
His cock is gorgeous. Aching and stiff, the perfect size to close my fist around his shaft, grip him by the base, and rub his glistening, spongy crown with my thumb.
His erection throbs, the pulse of his heart in my grip, beating my own pleasure as blood rushes to my dick.
Trembling against me, Damian’s face twists with a moan. “Oh fuck. That’s one of my spots.” He buries his face against my neck. When I rub his wet crown and he trembles again, satisfaction thunders through me. “Fuck…” he moans.
I swing my leg around, planting my foot on the floor beside the other to support him. We’re both naked. Damian writhes in my lap, our dicks naturally slap together, and he wraps his arms around my shoulders, kissing me as we play with each other.
Spitting in his hand, he grabs us, and pleasure and lust flare through me, every stroke electric. An orgasm builds at my core, eager to demand release. But, just as badly, I need to make Damian come. Need to know I can bring him that pleasure again.
He gasps, panting against my lips. “How do you like to be touched?” he asks gently.
“I rub the bottom of my dick.” It’s so boring, but I’ve never told anyone this, like baring a huge secret. “The underside.”
Damian kisses me again. “Like this?” He drags his fingers up from the bottom of my erection.
I shake in response. “Yeah,” I manage.
Pleased, Damian hums. “I like that, too.” He strokes our cocks together, thrusting his underside against mine and slipping his hand between our bodies to stroke me.
I groan and thrust back against him. Fist finding our cocks, I grope us and rub his tender, wet crown. Our hands move fast, pumping together, precum and saliva slicking the friction.
I’m burning everywhere. Grunting and pouring sweat. Together, our dicks are thick and hard, one throbbing organ. Damian works the bottom of my shaft, and I rub his wet tip, and his orgasm builds as intensely as mine.
When his lips latch onto my neck, licking beneath my beard, I lose it. Convulsing, my dick pulses, and I roar as semen pumps out of me. Damian shakes against me. His balls tight in my palm, he moans and sprays my chest and belly.
The cum is wet and hot and messy.
Pure ecstasy. The world disappears, leaving only good, so much good it obliterates me as I empty my balls.
“Holy shit,” Damian pants. I drift back to reality, my body buzzing. “Magic hands.”
I laugh. He’s just being nice, but…
It’s nice.
I rub the back of his head. “Guess so.”
He kisses me, lingering for just long enough, then sits up, pulling our bodies apart. “Hungry?”
I blink. “Huh?”
“Hungry,” he says again. “I’m going to grab some tissues to clean up. Then I could go for dinner. Want to eat with me?”
My brain is drowned in sex. How is he talking already?
Somehow, though, I find the answer. “Yeah. Sure. I could eat.”
“Good.” Damian rolls off the couch, his naked body gorgeous, flushed and satisfied from his orgasm.
For a second, sitting and catching my breath, it feels like it could be that easy. That we can get each other off, eat some dinner, and it’s no big deal.
But as he scoops up his underwear and starts to the kitchen, Damian glances over his shoulder. “I’ll get started on something. We can talk about the hookup while we eat!”
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