Connor groaned at the discovery. He slicked up his fingers and made quick work of sticking his fingers into himself—it stung, but he was too turned on, too eager, for patience.
Adonis watched, his eyes fixed on where Connor’s fingers dipped in and out. He braced his weight on one arm and reached down. Usually, he was obsessed with touching Connor’s cock—and it rested against his stomach now, a tight iron bar. But this time, Adonis grabbed his own cock, stroking his length as he watched Connor fingering himself.
Connor pushed a third finger in. Adonis focused his hand on the thick head of his cock, making a slopping sound as lube pulsed out of his slit in thick globs, running down the length of his cock until it got caught up in Adonis’s fist. Hot squirts fell onto Connor’s hoodie and cock until his clothes were pasted to him.
Connor watched, breathless, as more of Adonis’s cock pushed out of Adonis’s body. He made a dissatisfied sound and jerked his hips, thrusting into his hand for a few strokes until his balls sprang, dripping in lube.
Adonis’s hand slowed. He gave the head of his swollen cock a squeeze and let it go. Connor stared at that tip, and let out an apprehensive breath as his balls squeezed in apparent delight. It was bigger than he’d initially thought, but he was still on board with it. There was plenty of lube dripping from Adonis’s cock, and well, it wasAdonis’scock. Of course he wanted it inside him.
Adonis covered Connor’s hand with his, and his fingers pushed into Connor, turning the three to five. He yelped in surprise, his rim stinging as it stretched.
Adonis nudged his nose against Connor’s cheek. His chest rumbled like he’d tried to apologise, but he was too aroused to make a sound that soft.
“It’s okay,” Connor grunted. Adonis’s hands were bigger than his, his fingers thicker and longer. His palm pressed down on Connor’s hand, keeping his fingers trapped inside himself as Adonis thrust his fingers in and out. They explored until they brushed a point that made Connor’s body jolt.
“Ready, yes?” Adonis asked him.
Connor swallowed before nodding. “You’re big, so not too rough, okay?”
Adonis kissed his lips. “Not rough,” he agreed.
Adonis took his fingers out, and Connor’s hand was free to come out. He set his heels deep in the sand, flattened his hands onto Adonis’s sides, and forced himself to relax. Adonis reached down to guide his cock, poking the tip at Connor’s hole. He bit his lip, practically groaning at the visual alone.
Adonis glanced at him. “Connor, still. Yes?”
“Okay,” Connor didn’t think he’d have much room to manoeuvre even if he wanted to.
Adonis studied his face before returning his attention to where Connor’s body ached for them to join. He tilted his hips forward, and his hot, slick tip pushed Connor open. He stayed relaxed even as his rim stung. Connor let out a harsh breath as they got past the crown, but he was setting his head back and groaning as Adonis’s hips came forward, slowly but steadily, as the rest of him sank in.
Connor’s thighs trembled as his legs parted around Adonis’s tail. He moaned when Adonis’s balls touched his ass.
Adonis let out a pleased sound. “Fit,” he said.
“Yeah,” Connor managed, adjusting to the thick cock piercing his body. “I can hardly believe it either.” He peeked down, seeing that Adonis was buried to the hilt inside of him.
Adonis rubbed his cheek against his. “Connor, mine.”
“Yes,” Connor breathed out. “And you’re mine, too.”
Adonis hummed in approval.
He lifted his hips, retracting his cock halfway before sinking back in.
Connor shuddered at the feel of being filled so completely each time Adonis’s hips dipped down. Adonis braced his second arm beside Connor’s head, lifting his weight. Adonis continued the languid strokes until there was so much lube dripping out from Adonis’s slit that it was impossible to even tell who it had come from. A wet, slick sound proceeded each stroke.
Connor reached down, stroking his balls as his cock, which had softened somewhat while Adonis entered, perked back up.
Adonis picked his pace up gradually until the slow strokes became proper thrusts. Adonis’s eyes slipped shut, and his lips parted as his breaths turned to pants. Connor’s entire body jerked during the forward movement of Adonis’s powerful thrusts.
Adonis’s top lip curled back in irritation. “Connor, still.” He reminded him, opening his eyes to cast Connor a heavily aroused but annoyed glance. Why that glance made Connor’s cock twitch so hard, he didn’t know.
Adonis didn’t stop pounding into Connor as he complained.
Connor shuddered. He wrapped his legs around Adonis’s hips, locking his ankles behind his tail to grip with his thighs. He also held on tighter to Adonis’s sides, trying to hold himself in place as Adonis thrust. His cock dipped heavily into him, pushing Connor back.
Adonis hissed in displeasure. “Still,” he repeated, frustration in his voice.
Connor understood; he was trying to pound him, but he was pushing Connor up the beach in the process and losing his rhythm.
