Page 105 of Role Model

Except Harris wanted him to thrust. He wanted him to use all that strength to fuck his mouth.

Harris let Troy’s cock drop out of his mouth, and heard Troy’s disapproving grunt. Then Harris slid off the bed to the floor, settling on his knees beside Troy.

“Let’s try it this way,” Harris said, head tilted back to see Troy’s expression. Troy nodded, eyes hooded and lips parted, and offered Harris his cock.

“Don’t hold back,” Harris instructed, then wrapped his lips around him, taking him deep to show him he could. He bobbed his head and ran his palms over Troy’s thighs, and around to his ass, spelling it out for him.

Troy jerked his hips forward, just once, and stopped to meet Harris’s gaze. His eyes asked permission, and Harris nodded slightly, hoping his own eyes showed how much he wanted this.

They must have, because the next thrust was harder. And the next one. Harris kept his jaw slack and his head still, and let Troy plunder him.

“Fuck, Harris,” Troy growled. “So fucking good to me.”

He gripped the back of Harris’s head, fingers tight in his hair. His thrusts were so hard and fast that Harris could barely even groan his approval. He could only gaze up with hazy, damp eyes and focus on the sparks of excitement that were shooting through his body. He loved everything about this. He loved making people feel good, and he loved being handled so roughly. He always wanted to be useful, but right now he wanted to be used.

Troy’s skin was flushed, from his face, down his neck, and across his chest. His abs clenched with each snap of his hips, and Harris watched, mesmerized.

“God, look at you take it,” Troy panted. “So hot. Fucking beautiful.”

Harris relaxed his throat, inviting Troy deeper. Troy pushed in and stopped, gasping and moaning as Harris swallowed around the swollen head of his cock.

“Harris, I—” Troy inhaled sharply, and huffed it out. “I shouldn’t—fuck, I’m too close. You gotta stop me.”

He meant it, Harris could tell, so he pulled back and Troy released his grip on his scalp.

“Ah, shit.” Troy wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing tight. He closed his eyes and took a few deep, shaky breaths while Harris watched from his knees, amused by Troy’s struggle.

“Okay,” Troy sighed after a tense few seconds. “I’m good.” He laughed unsteadily. “Fuck, that was close.”

Harris playfully leaned in and parted his lips. Troy took a step back.

“Don’t you dare,” he laughed. “Stand up. I want to kiss you.”

Well, that was an easy order to obey. Harris’s knees were killing him anyway. He hadn’t noticed until Troy had pulled his cock free.

“You could have, you know,” Harris said, looping his arms around Troy’s neck. “Finished, I mean. You don’t have to fuck me tonight.”

“I definitely have to fuck you tonight,” Troy growled, and kissed him.

Harris’s lips were swollen and bruised, but he couldn’t get enough of Troy’s kisses. They kept kissing as Troy lowered himself to the bed, pulling Harris down with him. Troy lay back, and Harris followed, settling his body on top of all that firm muscle. Letting their legs tangle together as he kissed Troy’s chin, neck, nose, ears, shoulders, then back to his lips.

“God, you’re sweet,” Troy murmured as Harris kissed his collarbone. “When you offer yourself like that, on your knees with your mouth open, I can’t resist. I hate how much I love being rough with you, when I all I want is to take care of you.”

Harris lifted his head so their eyes met. “You are taking care of me. You’re giving me what I want, and I love how you don’t hold back with me, Troy.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And that’s why you won’t.”

Their mouths crashed together again, and they rolled on the bed until Harris was on his back, under Troy.

“I want to do it like this,” Troy murmured. “Want to look at you.”

Harris really hoped the bouncy things his heart was doing weren’t related to his medical condition. “I want that too.”

Harris usually preferred to be taken from behind, or some position that didn’t put his scars on display, but he wanted to see Troy’s face when he entered him, when he lost control, and when he came. Harris wanted all of his senses to be full of this man.

Troy grabbed lube and a condom from his nightstand. He took his time opening Harris up, maddeningly careful after everything they’d just discussed, but Harris knew it was for the best. He squirmed impatiently, wanting more than Troy’s strong fingers. When Harris was on the verge of begging, Troy gripped his thighs and pushed his knees toward his chest. He was so open and exposed, and Troy was admiring his entrance like he’d found treasure.

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