“Are you sure?” Obiora asked, frantic. “You’re still so fucking tight.” He scissored his fingers, as if to prove his point.
Ejiro gasped, arching into the sensation. “Yes, yes.” His eyes met Obiora’s, dark with lust. “I want to feel it. I want it—” He blushed furiously “—to hurt a bit.”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.” OBIORA RAPIDLY pulled his fingers out. He bit his lip hard, shuddering, his lower belly quivering as he rolled the condom on and lubed himself up.
Ejiro pulled him down, pressing their foreheads together as Obiora began to press into him.
“Okay?” Christ, his voice was all growl. He prayed to all the gods and goddesses that existed that he didn’t come the second he was inside his lover.
“Don’t stop,” Ejiro whispered, staring into his eyes, his own eyes glittering.
Obiora honest-to-God whined, his face scrunching up, hips flexing. The head of his dick popped in, and they both let out shuddering breaths.
“Okay?” he asked again, desperately.
“Yes, please, God, I want you, I want you—”
Obiora groaned. “You feel so good.”
“Obiora,” Ejiro moaned. His hands went to Obiora’s ass, cupping the globes and pulling him in deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
Obiora’s mouth went slack. He tried to wait, tried to let Ejiro adjust, but he’d been on edge for so fucking long he could barely control the frantic way his hips were jolting, his dick so sensitive that the tight, slick clutch of Ejiro’s arse around him was almost too much.
“Obiora,” Ejiro sobbed. He planted his feet onto the mattress, lifting his hips, moving into Obiora’s stuttered thrusts. “Obiora. Obiora. Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Obiora’s dick pounded, his balls threatening to pull up.
“Shit!” Don’t come, don’t come, don’t you dare fucking come.
He forced himself to slow down and it was heavenly torture, dragging his dick out and then grinding in deep, the action sending Ejiro’s breath punching out of him with each deep thrust.
Their eyes were locked again. Ejiro was crying, tears spilling down his temples. “I love you,” he said, his heart completely bare. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Obiora echoed, the intensity scraping him raw.
He twisted his hips, shaking, trying to change the angle, trying to find—
“Yes,” Ejiro cried out, his ass clamping down hard around his dick, his own length jerking between them, pre-come beginning to stream from his slit like it was a faulty tap.
There we fucking go.
“There, there, Obiora, oh my God, oh my God—”
“Fuck.” Obiora hammered his hips, nailing his prick into that spot over and over until Ejiro had to just lie there and take it. “You like that, baby? You want it harder?”
“Oh God.” Ejiro sounded too fucked-out to be mortified. “Fuck, yes, you can—harder—fuck me harder—fucking give it to me—”
Oh my fucking God. Obiora had to balance on his knees, still gripping Ejiro’s hips, slamming into him until the lewd sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. Obiora didn’t know how he hadn’t come yet; he was literally holding back his orgasm by the skin of his teeth.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Knew you’d be like this. Knew you’d take my dick so fucking beautifully.”
“Obiora,” Ejiro cried, shoving his hand between them to frantically pull at his dick. He managed barely a few strokes, his dick so fucking wet before his arse clamped down tight around Obiora as he came, his body going taut, back arching sinuously.
And Obiora was gone. He fell forward and buried his face in Ejiro’s throat, teeth sinking into his shoulder, his hips snapping wildly as he came with a muffled shout.
“Ejiro. Ejiro. Jesus fucking Christ, baby.”
It felt like his orgasm was being wrenched from his body, from his fucking soul, his balls cramped up so tightly they hurt.
