Adonis stopped mid-thrust, and his gaze shot down to Connor. Adonis’s shoulders heaved as he panted, and he nodded eagerly. “Co—” Adonis got out before his throat seemed to close off, and it became garbled.
Connor grinned. “Yes, I mean my cock.”
Adonis let out an irritated noise. “Co—” he tried again.
Connor tugged down his wet trousers and winced when his cock sprang out to slap his stomach. He shuffled until he was in a better position, and he took the hand covered in Adonis’s lubricant and ran it over his own length.
Adonis moaned, his eyes fixed on the display.
Connor’s heart raced in his chest, excitement and anticipation lighting up every nerve in his body. He stared down at Adonis between his knees, and he had to stop touching his head because he didn’t trust himself not to come from the sight of it all. Adonis thrummed beneath him.
“Where did you want this to go again?” Connor teased, seeing Adonis’s impatience.
Adonis complained but couldn’t seem to lift his gaze from Connor’s cock. He set both hands against his scales and framed his slit, tugging so that he opened up further. He lifted his hips, keening desperately.
Connor could barely breathe. “Jesus, Adonis.” He would never get that image out of his head. His cock jerked, and he knew he needed to get in Adonis before he came. He wasn’t sure Adonis would forgive him otherwise.
Connor set his weight up on a hand by Adonis’s head and used the other to guide his cock. He ran his tip along the slit, his dripping pre-come mixing with Adonis’s lube, before gently tipping his hips forward. His tip parted Adonis’s flesh, his head going in with no resistance, and his length followed in a slow, firm glide. Hot warmth enclosed his cock, pressing against him tightly.
Connor released a harsh breath, tensing as a burst of pleasure tightened his balls. He didn’t move an inch until the feeling of being on the cusp faded. Adonis let out a soft noise. Connor dragged his attention up, and found Adonis’s head tilted to the side, his gaze set on the distance.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked. He sank his weight from his hand to his elbow and rubbed his cheek against Adonis the way he always did to Connor. “Does it hurt?”
Adonis groaned in answer. His hands slipped onto Connor’s behind, and he tugged him forward, dipping his cock in.
Connor bit the inside of his cheek, loving the way it felt.
“You want me to move?” Connor asked.
Adonis nodded.
Connor set both hands on the deck on either side of Adonis’s shoulders. He started slow, grinding his cock in and out until he was completely coated in Adonis’s lube, and his movement met no resistance. Connor adjusted his knees positioning, and his slow grinding turned into thrusts. Small at first. Until Adonis groaned each time Connor’s cock speared him, and his tail twitched up, trying to match Connor’s movements.
Connor groaned, unconsciously increasing the pace. He shuddered at the slick sound of his balls slapping against glistening, damp scales.
Adonis clutched desperately at Connor’s hips, his head tilted back as his lips parted to pant in quick, shallow breaths. Connor picked up the pace, pounding Adonis hard as Adonis’s matching hip thrusts grew distracted and erratic. Even the hands on Connor’s hips stopped pulling, merely holding on tightly.
Connor cursed, groaning. Lightning fizzled through his core, and he cried out as his balls tightened with a throb. His hips jerked erratically, and he buried himself deep inside of Adonis as his cock pulsed. He thrust into Adonis in several desperate strokes as he orgasmed.
Adonis’s spine arched off the decking. His eyes shut as he groaned. His hips stopped moving, but his insides twitched wildly around Connor, enclosing him in delicious heat as lubricant gushed out of Adonis.
Connor continued thrusting until the twitching slowed, and the tension sank from Adonis’s body. Connor his weight set on his palms on either side of Adonis’s head as he caught his breath.
Adonis opened his eyes, blinking blearily up at Connor. He made a soft sound in his throat. He attempted to lift himself up but collapsed onto his back with a grunt. Connor went to him. Lowering down to rub his cheek against Adonis. He crashed hard, his energy depleting, leaving him running on low reserves.
Connor slipped out of Adonis and sank onto his side, lying with his head on Adonis’s arm.
Adonis made a pleased noise and nuzzled Connor’s forehead.
Connor hummed, his eyelids heavy. He rested his hand on Adonis’s stomach and stroked his abs. The heat radiating from Adonis’s body kept Connor warm as his sweat cooled.
“That felt good,” Connor murmured.
Adonis hummed in agreement. Connor’s eyes drifted shut. He knew it would be bad to fall asleep two minutes after he came, but in his defence, he’d spent hours surfing at the beach… and Laurence had woken him up at five a.m.
“Do you need to get back in the water?” Connor asked sleepily. “Your scales aren’t going to dry out or anything?”
Adonis scoffed, though there wasn’t much energy in it.
