He pulled away from Florian to lean over the foot of their bed, digging through his bag. Florian watched him as he searched—on all fours and leaning down, his ass high in the hair, and his cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs. Suddenly, all he could think about was fucking Kade from behind, just like this.
“Got it,” Kade said, starting to sit up, but Florian was already scrambling across the bed to grab his hips.
“Don’t move,” he said quickly. “I want to... Can we do it like this?” Kade hesitated, then Florian heard him chuckle, before he glanced back over at him with lust-darkened eyes.
“Yeah,” he agreed, handing Florian the bottle of lube, before settling back down on his hands and knees.
“Fuck yes,” Florian half-laughed and half-panted, already slicking his fingers with lube. With one hand he grabbed an ass cheek, spreading it to find Kade’s hole and lightly ghosting his lubed-up fingers around it.
“Don’t make me wait,” Kade murmured, his head dropping low between his tense shoulders. “C’mon.”
In response, Florian pushed one finger inside; Kade’s asshole took it in easily, and the soft sound Kade made in return went straight to his cock. “Fuck, yes. More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Florian protested, and Kade shook his head.
“You won’t. I want more.”
He wouldn’t argue any more than that. Florian dragged his finger back, then slipped a second inside, and pushed them both in steadily until they were buried all the way to his knuckles. Kade grunted, rocking against him as Florian prepped his hole, pushing in and out while gently spreading his fingers. He was sohotlike this, warm and tight around Florian’s fingers as he made soft, needy sounds—the muscles of his back shifting and tensing as he kept himself up on his hands and knees in front of him. It felt somehow lewd to be doing this without being able to see Kade’s face. And it made him feel powerful, too, seeing Kade beneath him like this—begging for his fingers, for his cock.
The thought made his cock start twitching insistently between his legs, and he stifled a groan thinking of how much tighter and hotter Kade would feel stretched around his length. Florian pushed a third finger inside, making Kade groan and push back against him.
“Yeah,” he panted, his voice low and rough. “Fuck, Florian, I’ve wanted you like this for weeks.”
“I know,” Florian replied, watching his fingers disappear in and out of Kade’s hole. “Me too. Ready for me?”
“Yes,” Kade answered quickly, too quickly—Florian was sure he could use more prep, but he wasn’t sure how much longer either of them could wait. He pulled his fingers out to slick up his cock with the lube, lined himself up, and sank into Kade’s tight hole in one fluid motion. Kade let out a shuddering gasp, and Florian bit back a cry. He felt so fuckinggood, just as slick and hot as he’d imagined; and when he looked down, he could see Kade stretched tight around the length of his cock. The sight alone made him think he was going to come right then and there—he had to look away, instead fixing his gaze on Kade’s broad shoulders as he tilted his head back.
His mouth was slightly agape, his eyes squeezed shut with tension in his brow. He was so fucking beautiful, his profile so striking, and Florian’s heart fluttered with disbelief that he was here, fucking him from behind with his own cock.
“Don’t stop,” Kade grunted, his eyes flickering open, and Florian realized he’d buried himself to the hilt only to pause once he’d bottomed out. He gave Kade a chagrined smile, fighting back a chuckle as he felt his face burning with heat.
“Sorry,” he replied. “You just—you feel so good, I don’t want to come yet.”
Kade flashed him a wicked grin from over his shoulder. “You better not. Not till I’ve come first.”
Florian grinned in response, gripping his hips harder, before drawing his cock out all the way to slam back in, making Kade yelp.
“Oh, fuck, Florian,” he groaned. His voice had become low and breathless, coming out in sharp staccato bursts between the thrusts of Florian’s hips. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, right there, yeah.”
He was only this talkative when they fucked, Florian thought, and the realization only made everything feel that much hotter. No one else saw Kade like this, or heard him like this—only Florian. Pleasure burned white-hot through his cock, his balls, and up his spine; but still his stomach lurched with what was becoming an insistent, unmistakable feeling.
“Kade,” he moaned, leaning so that his chest pressed against Kade’s back, making the other man gasp as the different angle drove his cock in deeper. “Fuck, Kade, you feel so—you feel so good.”
He felt Kade’s weight shift to one arm, the other reaching between his legs. Florian bit back a whimper as he watched Kade stroke his cock, slow at first, but quickly speeding up in time with his short, rough thrusts. It had been too long for both of them—neither were going to last long.
“Fuck,” Florian hissed, squeezing his eyes closed. He couldn’t be the one to come first. With his eyes closed, though, it was harder to ignore the slick sounds of his cock driving in and out of Kade—the sound of Kade’s hand flying over his cock—the soft whimpers and moans and grunts spilling from Kade’s mouth with every thrust. Florian focused on his own breath, coming sharp and fast, and that helped a little.
“Florian,” Kade groaned, breaking his concentration, “Don’t stop—I’m really close—fuck, fuuuck—”
Kade’s channel squeezed tight around his cock, making Florian gasp, but Kade’s voice drowned him out as he came. Florian slowed, but kept driving into him, pressing in deep to prolong Kade’s orgasm as much as he could. Focusing on Kade made it a little easier to keep himself from coming, even though the wolf shifter was so unbearably hot like this.
When Kade’s tight hole finally stopped twitching around him, and a long, rumbling sigh heaved from the wolf shifter’s lungs, only then did Florian give himself permission to come. He leaned back, tightened his grip around Kade’s hips, then began to drive into him with hard, quick thrusts that made Kade yelp with surprise. The other man quickly seemed to recognize that Florian was chasing his own orgasm, though, and immediately pushed his hips back in time with his thrusts so they slammed together harder, his cock driving ever deeper, and Florian was seeing stars.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted, watching his wet cock appear and disappear rapidly into Kade’s body. He was close, he wassoclose—then Kade’s panting became soft moans with each exhale, and that was what drove him over the edge. “Oh, oh,fuck!”
He gave just a few more hard, decisive slams, before his hips stilled as he buried himself to the hilt. He felt come shooting from his cock as deep inside Kade as he could go. It was a distinct sensation from coming without a cock, making his head spin with the still-new sensation, even as his orgasm ripped through him, making his body shudder.
When it was over, he was trembling, and Kade had leaned forward on his elbows to relieve some of the tension in his back. With a grunt, Florian slipped out, making Kade hiss at the sudden loss. But then he leaned forward over Kade’s back again to kiss along his shoulders and his neck, then his cheek when Kade turned his head to look over his shoulder at him.
