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“Yes, sir.”
Ethan bit his lip against the noises that wanted to escape as Joey disappeared for all of ten seconds—he knew it was ten seconds because he counted—and returned with the essentials. Joey remained on his knees, and Ethan splayed his legs, pulling them as wide as he could, hoping to entice Joey to hurry the fuck up.
Joey squirted the lube on his fingers and tested the limits of Ethan’s restraint while he prepared him. Despite Ethan’s mumbled requests for him to go faster, Joey took his time, which Ethan was truly grateful for when Joey rested the head of his cock against his entrance and pushed forward. Even with Ethan being prepared and bearing down, the head was like a fucking boulder being shoved up his ass. The pressure relented, and Ethan glanced at Joey, who slapped his hip.
“Up and over. Show me that ass.”
Ethan scrambled to his hands and knees, and Joey slid his cock between his cheeks, nudging the head against his pucker several times. Then he pushed forward, and Ethan bore down until the head popped past his ring. Ethan panted, and Joey froze, running his hands up and down his back and sides, calming him.
It took him a minute or two before the pain receded, but then he nudged back, wanting more. Joey complied, slowly thrusting and withdrawing in small increments. Ethan lost track of how long they danced before their hips met. Now, all the way in, Joey leaned forward, bracketing Ethan with his arms and kissing his back and shoulders. Ethan turned his face to the side, and they kissed. Their tongues met and explored while Ethan relaxed into the feeling.
He exhaled. “Fuck, sir. You’re huge.”
Joey chuckled, the sound vibrating through Ethan’s body. “I am. I would say sorry—”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Ethan spat. “Sir,” he added.
He could feel Joey’s smile against his shoulder. “Are you ready?”
“To be split in half? Of course. I’m always ready.”
The heat against his back disappeared, only to bloom on his ass cheek when Joey’s hand met his skin, and he bit his lip as the warmth spread to his cock. Joey withdrew slowly, his shaft igniting the nerve endings in Ethan’s channel. Ethan groaned and hung his head, his fingers clawing into the bed with some idea of holding onto his sanity. Joey paused, then slid back in just as slowly, sending waves of pleasure crashing over Ethan. When he did it again, this time stopping almost fully withdrawn, he slapped and soothed Ethan’s ass alternately before sliding deep once more.
Ethan dropped his head to the bed, putting his hands against the headboard to stop him from banging his head with every slam of Joey’s hips against his own. He couldn’t even reach for his cock to stroke it—not that he thought he needed to. If he had any inkling of his own body, he would believe he’d come hands-free if Joey kept up the pace.
“Hands behind your back,” Joey growled, and Ethan could do no more than obey. His body wasn’t his own. It was Joey’s to command.
Joey gripped his wrists in one hand and pounded into him, the slap of their skin loud, and Ethan had a brief moment to wonder about what the neighbours would think; then he didn’t care because Joey let go of his wrists and lifted Ethan’s body upright. He was sitting on Joey’s dick.
Their mouths met in a frantic need, and Ethan wanted to wrap his hand around his cock, but he’d not been told he could. Joey’s hips circled as they kissed, and Ethan moaned, gripping Joey’s muscular thighs. Joey’s hand tightened on Ethan’s neck while his other encircled Ethan’s shaft.
All it took was three strokes, and Ethan tensed, then flew over the edge, gasping into Joey’s mouth while his brain went on hiatus. When the contractions ended, he slumped in Joey’s arms.
“That was fucking beautiful. My turn.” Joey groaned. He kept his hold on Ethan, circling his hips faster and harder, then tucked his face into his neck and held himself still and deep as he growled his release.
“Holy fuck!” Ethan said, not wanting to move from their position but knowing the bubble that surrounded them would pop soon.
Joey kissed up the column of his neck and along his jaw until he met his mouth. Their tongues danced as Joey moved them, pulling free from Ethan’s body. Ethan winced but gasped when Joey’s fingers filled him. He was tender, but Joey massaged him from the inside, rubbing his fingers along his channel. Ethan trembled, his mouth gaping, while Joey worked him over. Joey pecked a kiss on his lips and withdrew completely. Ethan dropped to the bed, exhausted, letting his limbs fall wherever.
“Holy schmoly,” he mumbled.
“Where’s your bathroom?” Joey asked.
Ethan dragged his arm up the bed and pointed at another door. The toilet flushed, and the water ran before Joey returned, the bed dipping by Ethan’s hip.
“Let me clean you,” Joey murmured.
“Mmm,” was all he could manage.
A warm flannel wiped across his stomach, groin and ass. Then Joey pulled the covers from beneath him, and Ethan half-heartedly rolled to his side to make it easier. When the covers fell over him, he snuggled down.
“Ethan, you need to drink,” Joey said.
Ethan blinked repeatedly, then gave up and reached for the drink with his eyes closed.
“Let me help.”
An arm came around his back and lifted him. He lolled back against him, and Joey held the bottle to his lips. Ethan curved his mouth around the opening and sipped the cool liquid until he’d had enough. He rubbed his cheek against Joey’s chest.
