When he finally reaches for a condom, I snatch it from him, putting it on with fumbling hands, and grabs his hips. He wraps a hand around my dick, guiding it, and sinks down on me.
I want to buck my hips, slam them into him, getting as deep as possible, but I hold off. I let him take his time sinking down on me, one torturous inch after the other. And then I’m all the way in for a second, before he lifts up again, slowly, like he’s intent on killing me.
Death by pleasure. I guess there are worse ways to go.
He leans back, placing his hands on my thighs, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he drops his head back, and a low moan leaves him. He circles his hips, almost like when he was dancing at the studio.
And it’s probably a little fucked up to have these thoughts about your best friend—it’s probably just as fucked up to fuck your best friend, though—but I want to frame this moment.
Right here, right now, he’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His hair’s a little mussed up, and his cheeks are flushed. Abs contracting with his every move, and when he drops his chin and looks at me, his eyes are almost black with desire and something else I can’t read. His mouth slightly open.
“Fuck,” I whisper, before I pull myself up, and wrap my arms around him. He puts one hand on my shoulder, and the other at the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. And I can’t tear my eyes away from his, and I don’t know why becauseI usually don’t like eye contact, and especially not during sex, but this is Seth. My best friend. So, our gazes stay locked, while I stroke my hands over his hips, his waist, his back. And his skin is so soft under my touch, it drives me mad.
“Fuck, Seth,” I exhale. “What are you doing to me?”
He dips his head down, and I meet him with an open mouth. Our tongues tangling together, while he slowly rocks his hips, and there’s moaning, and whimpering, and heavy breaths coming from both of us.
I move a hand down between us, and stroke his dick. Matching the tempo with his movements. Kissing and nibbling at his collarbone, his chest, and neck. And when he starts moving faster, I tighten my grip and mirror the pace. There’s a dull sting in my shoulder as he bites down, moaning, and I buck my hips, meeting him for every thrust.
“I’m gonna come.” His voice breaks on another moan, and I grab him by the neck with my other hand, pressing my lips to his and he moans into my mouth, spilling his load all over my hand, and between us.
I give him a few seconds while a few shaky breaths slip out of him before I flip us around. He lands on his back, and I bend one of his knees, curling the other hand around his shoulder for brace and thrust into him.
I feel the tingles starting at the back of my spine, my balls are drawn up high, when Seth grabs hold of my hair, tugging at it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” he says, his voice breaking again as he moans and when his orgasm hits, my hips stutter once, and I stop mid-movement, and I come, and come, and come. It never ends. My vision blackens, and I think I forget how to breathe, or maybe there’s too much air in my lungs because I’m all dizzy.
My body’s never been so heavy before and I slump against Seth, making him wheeze.
We lie there for minutes, or days, or hell, maybe it’s years. I feel like I might have fallen asleep even, for just a second or two. Seth’s threading his fingers through my hair. It’s a lazy movement, like he’s not really aware he’s doing it.
“Am I crushing you?” I eventually ask, my voice raw.
He doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head.
I lift my head, peering down on him with one eye closed. “Did you come twice?”
He nods, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.
“That happened before?”
A shake of his head.
“Are you okay?”
A nod.
“Are you muted?”
That makes him snort, and he opens his eyes.
“Fu—” His voice breaks into a whisper, and he clears his throat. “Fuck, Kaden. That was… I don’t know what that was.”
“Yeah,” I exhale a chuckle. “I just kept on coming. It didn’t end.”
“Yeah, but I came twice, so I win,” he replies with a laugh. And then he laughs more, until his whole body’s shaking from it.
“You’re pushing me out,” I chuckle, and that only makes him laugh more.
