They rocked together until they found the perfect angle, which sent Ejiro’s breath hitching, his muscles clamping down tight around Obiora’s dick.
“Fucking hell.” Obiora snapped his hips helplessly, panting. He opened his eyes.
“I love you,” Ejiro whispered when their eyes met. He was crying. He did that, too, sometimes, when they made love like this; slow, and sweet, and intense.
“I love you, baby. You’re so beautiful. So perfect. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Ejiro’s breath hitched. “Obiora,” he whispered.
“Come here. Kiss me.”
Ejiro obeyed, dropping down onto the sheets and joining their lips. He couldn’t move properly in this position, so Obiora used the opportunity to take control, bending his knees so his feet were flat on the bed, and fucking up into him.
“Obiora,” Ejiro cried at the change in angle, his tears splashing down onto Obiora’s own cheeks. “Don’t stop, don’t stop—”
They weren’t kissing anymore, their lips simply pressed together, Obiora’s hands gripping Ejiro’s hips as he sped up his thrusts, hammering up into him.
Ejiro cried out with each thrust, his voice low, hoarse and sexy. Obiora bit his lip, his fingers digging into Ejiro’s hips as he fought to keep from coming too soon.
Ejiro’s eyebrows began to furrow, his lips pursing the way they did when he was getting close.
“Yes,” Obiora growled, snapping his hips harder, fucking him so hard Ejiro had to brace his hand against the headboard to keep from smacking his forehead against it. “Come on, come on, come on.”
“I’m gonna come,” he sobbed, his arse already fluttering around Obiora’s length, making Obiora grunt and twist his hips, his thrusts stuttering. “Obiora, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, baby,” Obiora commanded roughly. “Come on. Come for me.”
Ejiro gripped his shoulder, his face scrunching up, his body going taut as he came, completely untouched.
“Fuck!” Obiora threw his head back into the pillows, grinding his prick in deep as Ejiro’s orgasm triggered his own, his nails digging into Ejiro’s hips.
He managed to shove a hand between their bodies to pump Ejiro’s still hard dick, using his come to slick the way.
Ejiro let out a sharp whine, curling in on himself, tightening around Obiora and sending them both shaking with the aftershocks. He didn’t stop stroking until Ejiro pushed his hand away, whimpering at the oversensitivity.
Obiora collapsed on the bed, breathing hard and drifting off into the clouds. He came to to Ejiro planting languid kisses on his lips. He smiled into Ejiro’s mouth, his eyes stinging as his own emotions went off-kilter, but in a good way.
“Love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” Ejiro murmured.
They stayed kissing and holding each other, and didn’t leave the bed until they absolutely had to.
Once they did, climbing into the shower together, Obiora’s nerves and excitement came back full force, the acrobats that had been dancing in his stomach making a swift return.
Some of his emotions must’ve shown in his expression, because Ejiro ducked his head, blushing furiously.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Obiora smiled gently. “I don’t know. I just love you.”
“Obiora.” Ejiro blushed harder. “I love you, too.”
They kissed, gently swaying so the spray of the shower could cover them both.
As he got lost in Ejiro’s mouth, Obiora prayed for the weather to remain clear, and their journey smooth.
Today had to be absolutely perfect.
