Iggy didn’t expect the way Malcolm sat up, and he instantly submitted to the handling, curious and eager for Malcolm’s spit-wet cock to find its way inside him. But Malcolm had other ideas. Once he had Iggy flat on his back, Malcolm reached for their supplies. He got out a condom and broke the seal on the lube, leaving both near his own knee for future use.
God, yes, please and soon.
“Gonna get you ready,” Malcolm panted.
“Yeah, babe.”
With a soft growl, Malcolm pushed his legs back and to the side, opening Iggy to him. The fire in Malcolm’s dark eyes asked; Iggy answered by holding his legs up and open. His belly quivered at being so exposed, but he had no fear.
Only love and desire andneed.
Malcolm cupped Iggy’s ass cheeks in his palms and tilted him higher. A gust of hot breath tickled the sensitive skin between Iggy’s asshole and balls, and then the first swipe of a hot, moisttongue short-circuited his brain. Pleasure coiled in his belly, spreading to every nerve ending. Just when Iggy wasn’t sure he could take any more, Malcolm pulled his cheeks apart wide enough to burn, and then hot and wet sealed around Iggy’s entrance. Lips and teeth nibbled there, sucking and biting, the tip of Malcolm’s tongue stabbing at the muscle. Teasing, seeking entry.
Iggy’s ass had been eaten before, but never with so much reverence. With so much determination to take Iggy apart with this act. With short stabs, long swipes, something new with every touch of Malcolm’s tongue against his most sensitive spot.
He wanted Malcolm to fuck him so badly his entire being ached. “So good, babe, oh god.”
Malcolm made a greedy noise, then something thicker pressed at his entrance. Iggy sighed as the single finger rubbed and nudged, and finally popped inside. Began to gently fuck in and out, waking up all the nerves around Iggy’s hole. Not quite stroking close enough to his prostate, the clever, merciless jerk.
When Malcolm licked his balls, Iggy moaned long and low, unable to process both sensations so he let go. Let go and felt everything happening to his body. The bliss in his balls and the pressure in his ass, and it was all so right because it was his Monte.
He vaguely heard the lube bottle open, and then cool slick eased the glide in his ass. Iggy rocked his hips, wanting more, needing more. The pressure deepened and he gasped.
“You can take two, sweetheart," Malcolm whispered. “Need inside you soon.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Malcolm licked around the crown of Iggy’s cock, then raised his head to meet Iggy’s eyes as he pushed those thick fingers deeper. Iggy cried out as white-hot pleasure poured through him. His balls drew up and his cock got impossibly tighter.Malcolm curled his fingers, playing his prostate for every gasp and moan he could wring from Iggy’s body.
“Monte!” Iggy wanted to fly apart, to shout to the rooftops, to come over and over, but he couldn’t do any of those things, because Malcolm somehow knew exactly how to play his body. To make his skin heat, his limbs shake and his heart slam against his ribs. To make his cock feel like it weighed a hundred pounds, like he’d come if Malcolm so much as breathed on it.
“You have never looked more gorgeous to me,” Malcolm whispered.
“Guh.”
“Good answer. You ready for me?”
“Guh.” Iggy giggled at his own inability to respond, then reached for proper words. “Please. Wanna ride you.”
Malcolm grinned. “Okay.”
Aftershocks from the prostate massage made getting up a little difficult, and Iggy nearly changed his mind. But he wanted this, to be on top and in control. Malcolm swapped places, propping two pillows behind his back, since the bed didn’t have a headboard. Iggy watched Malcolm roll down the condom and smear his cock with lube.
A tremor ran through Iggy’s belly.We're finally doing this.
He swung his leg over Malcolm’s waist, one knee on either side of his hips, and he couldn’t stop from thinking of this morning—had it really just been this morning?—climbing onto that bull. Malcolm put steadying hands on Iggy’s hips and guided him forward. Iggy reached behind and grasped Malcolm’s sheathed cock, hard and hot. He held the tip against his entrance and paused.
Met Malcolm’s eyes. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Malcolm squeezed his hips. “Over the rainbow and back.”
“Yeah.”
Intense pressure against his hole gave way to a thick slide deep inside his body, and Iggy released a long, low moan. He almost didn’t recognize his own voice, guttural and full of need. Need for more, for movement, for something before he fucking exploded! Malcolm seemed to get it, and with a firm hold on Iggy’s hips, helped Iggy slowly rock on Malcolm’s cock. To set a careful, steady pace that seemed to slide right up Iggy’s spine and into the back of his throat. Sublime and all-encompassing, powerful enough to shatter him, and also to keep him safe for always.
Iggy planted both hands on Malcolm’s chest, finding his balance, his joy, and his desperation to ride this man to climax. Malcolm’s hands were free to caress his belly and chest, to pinch Iggy’s nipples and stoke his building pleasure. When Malcolm’s fingers found his crease and teased his stretched hole, Iggy begged, unashamed of whatever dirty things fell from his lips. Uncaring because this was Malcolm.
This was his Monte. He was Monte’s Iggs.
