“Just fuck me, Killinger!”
Harrison snarled and pulled out, then slammed back inside Jett hard enough to hear the whoosh of air leaving him. He wasn’t trying to be rough, but the dazed, blissed-out look on his boyfriend’s face made it impossible to stop fucking him.
Jett was still spilling onto his stomach with each thrust of Harrison’s cock, his voice already sounding raw from how loud he was being. He was taking him so well—so fucking well.
Harrison knew he wasn’t going to last, not with Jett clenching around him after whatever number of orgasms he was on. He let himself race for the finish line, taking Jett’s cock into his hand to stroke him, even though they both knew it wasn’t needed.
“Inside—ah!” Jett’s head smacked into the headboard, but he didn’t stop meeting Harrison thrust for thrust. “Harrison, fill meup—”
Harrison bent down and kissed him, folding Jett in half as he continued to fuck him fast and deep. Jett was no longer speaking coherently, just babbling the wordscum in meover and over again as Harrison used him like a toy.
That was all Harrison needed to push him over the edge. He growled Jett’s name, his hips shuddering to a stop as he came so hard it left him lightheaded.
He honoured Jett’s request, filling him up just like he had asked. The thought was hot enough that it prolonged his orgasm for a few more seconds, and Harrison enjoyed the sensation of slowly pumping Jett full until he had nothing left.
“Can’t…breathe…”
Harrison pushed himself up, carefully pulling out so that he didn’t hurt Jett, before collapsing on the bed beside him.
They lay there unable to do anything other than pant and gasp into the silence of the room. Harrison had never had sex like that before. He didn’t even think sex couldbelike that.
“Fuck, Killinger.” Jett’s voice was no more than a croak. “Was that normal? I feel like that wasn’t normal.”
Harrison groaned.
“My ass already hurts,” Jett continued, somehow still talking while out of breath. “I’m not going to be able to walk for a week, which sucks because that means I can’t skate, and if I can’t skate, I can’t—”
Harrison rolled on top of him and kissed him to shut him up.
Jett
Sex with Harrison Killinger was an easy 11/10.
Jett had fooled around with guys before, but none could pick him up and carry him around like he weighed nothing. He wasn’t light—he was an athlete with solid muscle weight, and just because he wasn’t a giant like Harrison didn’t mean he was short.
That’s what made Harrison’s show of strength so attractive. Jett couldn’t help but giggle like a weirdo while he stared at the ceiling. He was sticky with his cum, and his thighs and ass were already aching like a bitch, but he didn’t regret one second of it.
Beside him, Harrison was groaning and squinting his eyes closed. He didn’t appear to be getting up anytime soon, so Jett was content to stay where he was, despite how gross he felt.
“I didn’t know that I could cum that much,” said Jett. “I didn’t think it was possible for guys.”
Harrison grunted, but then he chuckled. “Yeah, I could take you to the doctor and get you checked, but I think they would send you to a plumber for a second opinion.”
Jett didn’t reply, but he did grab one of the soiled pillows nearby and hit Harrison in the face with it. He laughed when Harrison hollered and smacked it away, trying to roll out of Jett’s reach, but Jett was already getting up to leave him to suffer.
He hobbled to the bathroom, his face burning when he felt liquid run down his leg. Asking Harrison to fill him up had been a great idea at the time, but it was already making for a messy cleanup.
He was clumsy with post-orgasmic bliss, so cleaning up was difficult, but he was fucking tired and wanted to go to sleep before his alarm went off at 6:00 AM the next morning. Harrison hadn’t joined him in the shower, so Jett got a warm, wet facecloth and brought it to the bedroom.
Harrison was where he left him, still lying on his back, separated from their mess, but he wasn’t moving.
“Did I wear you out?” Jett asked, not waiting for permission before he wiped Harrison down as best as he could.
Harrison let out another pathetic groan before taking the cloth from Jett. “It’s been a while, Sunshine. Have some mercy.”
Jett ignored the way his heart skipped at the nickname. “Either way, you’ll have to find the strength to make it to the spare room. I can change my sheets, but we kind of…got everything wet since we dragged half the shower water in here.”
“Fuck.” Harrison sat up, wiping the last of the drying cum from his skin. His hair was a tangled, damp mess, and his chest bore fresh scratch marks from Jett’s nails—but damn, he looked irresistible. Maybe even more so because it was Jett who’d left them there.
