Jett complied instantly, arching his body as he pushed back against Harrison’s fingers, testing both of their control.
“Please, Harrison—I think—”
“No.” Harrison grabbed the bottle of lube off the nearby shelf and dribbled it onto Jett’s hole, using his fingers to push it inside him as deep as he could get it. “Be good and let me prep you. We both know I’m not small.”
His words drew a moan from Jett, who bucked against him needily. As much as Harrison ached to bury himself inside him, he wouldn’t risk rushing it—not if there was even a chance of hurting him.
So he focused, carefully working Jett open, adding more lube and stretching him with steady, practiced movements. All the while, he murmured praise against Jett’s skin, telling him how good he was, how well he was taking it.
“Three of my fingers are inside of you. You’re doing so well, Jett. Just a little more and I’ll give you what you want.”
He crooked his fingers, finally angling for Jett’s prostate, something he’d deliberately avoided until now. He was rewarded with a sharp, desperate keen from the man beneath him.
The sound tore through Harrison’s restraint. He bit down on the freckled shoulder he was braced against, sinking his teeth into warm flesh as his fingers thrust deep, the slick, filthy sounds echoing between them.
Jett was shaking in his arms, his criesbordering on the line of pain from Harrison’s bite. He was barely holding himself up as he fucked himself on Harrison’s fingers, trying to take them in as deep as they could go.
“I’m—” Jett moaned. “Close—I’m close!”
Harrison was okay with that. He was confident that he could make Jett come several times tonight if he wanted to.
He kept biting and sucking Jett’s shoulder, fingers thrusting faster, deeper, until Jett’s legs trembled. Harrison didn’t stop or let up until Jett tensed with a choked cry, climaxing hard around his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight, baby,” Harrison told him as he continued to brush against his prostate, working him through his orgasm. “It’s going to feel amazing to be inside of you.”
“Killinger, fuck…if your dick isn’t in me in the next two minutes, I’ll—”
Harrison removed his fingers and spun him, picking Jett up so he could wrap his legs around his waist. Jett attacked his mouth, pulling on his hair and thrusting his tongue into his mouth as Harrison walked them from the bathroom and back into the bedroom.
They didn’t bother to get dried off first. Harrison was too impatient, and Jett was writhing against him, his cock already hard again between them. He was pulling on Harrison’s hair, barely giving him the chance to breathe, let alone make it to the bed.
Harrison couldn’t stop smiling at his enthusiasm. He was going to fuck all this energy out of him and leave him sluggish at tomorrow’s practice.
They fell onto the bed, and Harrison directed Jett to the middle as best as he could with him hanging off his neck. He fumbled for the pillows, grabbing two to prop under Jett’s back to keep him comfortable.
Jett scratched his nails down Harrison’s chest, trying to urge him on faster, but Harrison ignored him. He grabbed Jett’s ass and slid two fingers back inside, testing to make sure there was still enough lube.
“Condom?” Harrison asked.
Jett shook his head. “No, I want you to cum in me.”
Harrison heard himself growl, sounding feral to his own ears. He lifted Jett, putting his legs over his shoulders and resting his ass on his thighs. He linedhimself up, sliding the head of his cock over Jett’s hole, pushing gently until he was barely inside.
“Remember to breathe,” said Harrison.
Jett’s mouth fell open, gold eyes wide with awe as Harrison slowly pushed into him. He stayed relaxed, breath hitching as Harrison moved with care, filling him inch by inch, every slow thrust sinking deeper.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” said Harrison. “Just like that. Let me inside you.”
“Ohfuck,” Jett threw his head back and moaned. “Holy fuck, don’t stop talking.”
Harrison had no idea what he was saying or how it was working, but he didn’t question it. He kept kissing every part of Jett’s knees and thighs that he could reach, praising him with everything he had.
“So good for me. You’re so beautiful. Look at how much I’m filling you up, your hole looks so pretty stretched around my cock. I’m almost all the way in—just a little more—”
Jett suddenly clenched around him, nearly knocking the breath out of Harrison’s lungs as he came again, spilling over his stomach. The sight drove Harrison to buck hard into him, bottoming out inside Jett for the first time with a low, cursed groan.
“Do you need a minute—”
