Holden withdrew from his body inch by inch, milking himself into Bryce’s hole as he went. When the tip of Holden’s cock finally popped free, Bryce’s body clenched and gaped, chasing after him.
“Settle down,” Holden murmured, pressing three fingers against Bryce’s hole until the muscles relaxed.
Above him, Holden’s chest heaved with every breath. Bryce didn’t think he’d taken a full breath since Holden shoved his cock into Bryce’s mouth, but he didn’t mind. He was in heaventhere, on his back with Holden above him, Holden’s cum inside of him. A meteor could have crashed into the apartment and incinerated them both, and Bryce would have been happy for it.
He flexed his fingers against the back of Holden’s neck, the two of them still frozen in an extremely vulnerable and intimate pose, and then he waited for the shoe to drop. Waited for Holden to climb off of him, waited for the awkward goodbye that was certain to follow what they’d just done.
What he got instead was a flash of Holden’s white smile, a slow pull on the gag in his mouth as Holden used his teeth to extract the gag from Bryce’s throat. Holden flung his head to the side and spit the underwear on the ground, rubbing his thumb across Bryce’s chin while he worked his jaw closed and tried to ease some of the ache that came with being held open for so long.
And then a kiss.
The softest brush of Holden’s lips across his, and then he eased Bryce’s leg down, worked his fingers into the tense muscle at Bryce’s hip. Holden rolled onto his side, but instead of rolling away, he took Bryce with him so they were both face to face in the bed. He opened his mouth to say thank you, but Holden shook his head, pressed those cum and lube-slick fingers against Bryce’s mouth.
“Don’t,” he said simply. “I know.”
Bryce nipped at Holden’s fingers, eyes rolling back when he obliged and eased them into Bryce’s mouth. There was no force behind it, nothing more than him honoring Bryce’s request to taste and suck and bite. It was almost casual, and Bryce grabbed Holden’s wrist so he didn’t take his hand back. Bryce eased Holden’s fingers out as he wanted, swirling his tongue around the nail beds and the knuckles, holding Holden’s stare the entire time. Finally, he ended his assault with a kiss, leaving Holden’s fingers against the outside of his lips. He let his hand fall away, and Holden didn’t move.
Maybe being told to be quiet wasn’t always enough.
As much as he wanted the silence, he obviously didn’t know how to sit with himself for long enough to enjoy it. He needed Holden’s cock in his mouth or a gag or Holden’s fingers. Maybe need was too strong of a word, but he very much wanted it.
He enjoyed it.
He craved it.
Holden didn’t seem to mind. He kept his hand where Bryce left it, brushing a kiss against his forehead before settling his head onto the pillow. And they stayed like that for so long Bryce lost track of the time, but his eyelids grew heavy and it was hard to keep them open.
“Do you want to stay the night?” Holden asked, voice cracking as he shattered the silence.
Bryce didn’t open his eyes, but he managed to nod.
“Do you want me to clean you up?”
He shook his head.
“Do you want some more?” he whispered.
Bryce’s heart could have exploded.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Holden tapped his hip. “Roll over, other side.”
Bryce groaned, but made the flip onto his other side so his back was to Holden’s chest. Holden was gentle with him, lifting Bryce’s leg to make room, rubbing his half-hard cock against Bryce’s soiled asshole until he was all the way hard again. Holden’s cock felt swollen and thick as he entered Bryce for the second time, or third depending on how he counted the night. And while the intent of the act was the same as before, the action of it was far from it.
Holden moved inside of him with long, languid thrusts. His sweaty fingers grabbed at Bryce’s skin, like he was trying to stop from losing himself which was hilarious because Bryce was already gone. There was no rush in it, no anticipation. This was adifferent sort of sex entirely, almost tender enough to rock Bryce into a much-needed sleep.
“Do you want to come?” Holden asked softly, teeth cool against Bryce’s ear.
He thought about it, because why wouldn’t he want to come? But then he decided there was…more to be had here than just chasing after an ending.
“No,” he admitted.
Holden growled in his ear and thrust twice more before shuddering and going still. His cock pulsed and spilled into Bryce’s body, and Bryce knew there was probably enough cum inside of him now that it would actually overflow and leak out, all over his balls and the base of Holden’s still throbbing shaft.
The pleasure of it must have taken Holden too, because he reached around and petted his hand down Bryce’s chest before his tattooed fingers splayed upward toward Bryce’s throat. Holden pulled their bodies closer, keeping his dick lodged firmly inside of Bryce’s hole.
“Rest,” Holden told him, and Bryce didn’t need to be told twice.
