“Harder, Connor.”
Connor hauled him up off his forearms by the shoulder and wrapped one thick arm around his chest, pulling him back flush against the solid wall of his torso. The angle changed, and Vidal’s vision whited out briefly at the edges. Connor’s mouth was hot against the side of his neck, his breath coming ragged and open against Vidal’s pulse. His free hand closed around Vidal’s cock and began to stroke him in time with each snap of his hips.
“Connor —Connor— ”
“I know, love. I’m making myself at home, sweetheart. Just like you asked. Gonna absolutely ruin you on my cock.”
Vidal let his head fall back against Connor’s shoulder and gave up on dignity entirely. He was being held upright by an arm across his chest, and fucked by a man who outweighed him by two stone. The sounds coming out of him were reaching an operatic pitch.
Connor caught Vidal’s jaw and kissed him, his tongue pushing into his mouth with the same slow filthy rhythm his cock was working inside him. Vidal bit down on his lower lip and Connor made a noise into his mouth that was half a groan and half a laugh. His hips snapped forward harder.
“Greedyandmouthy,” Connor muttered against his lips. “Knew you’d be trouble that first morning I met you.”
“You are very slow on the uptake, my darling, everyone knows this within…within thirty seconds — ”
Connor thrust into him hard enough to cut the sentence in half. “You gonna come for me, Your Serene Highness?”
“Connor, you cannot call me that while you are — ”
“I can do whatever I like, sweetheart. I’ve got my cock in you and my hand on you and you’re making noises I’m going to think about for a week. Come on. Let me have it.”
Vidal came.
He came hard, shuddering in the circle of Connor’s arm, spilling hot over Connor’s fist and across his own stomach. Connor held him through it, working him gently now, drawing the last of his orgasm out of him with careful strokes while his hips slowed behind him.
“There you go. Good lad.Goodlad.”
He eased Vidal forward onto his hands again, settled both palms firmly on his hips, and chased his own finish. When he came, he pressed himself as deep as he could go and held there with a guttural sound against the back of Vidal’s neck, his whole frame going rigid for a long shuddering moment before he collapsed forward over Vidal.
They stayed like that, Connor’s weight pressing Vidal down into the mattress, neither of them especially inclined to move. Vidal’s cheek was against the pillow, and he could feel Connor’s cock still pulsing inside him, each aftershock sending an answering flutter through his body.
“Mare de Déu,” Vidal said eventually into the pillow.
“Yeah.” Connor pressed a kiss to the knob of bone at the top of his spine. “That about covers it.”
Connor shifted his weight back onto his heels, one broad hand settling at the small of Vidal’s back to hold him in place, and Vidal felt him pull out slowly, the drag of it sending a freshshudder up his spine. A thick trickle of come followed at once, sliding hot down the inside of his thigh towards his knee.
Connor made a low appreciative noise behind him.
“Christ, look at you. You’re an absolute mess, sweetheart.”
Vidal pushed up onto his forearms and arched his back, presenting himself without ceremony, because if Connor was going to look then Connor was going to have something worth looking at. He felt his hole flutter as a second slow trickle of come escaped him and added to the mess on his thigh.
“Connor.” He turned his face against the pillow to look back at him over his shoulder. “Are you going to tell me what you are seeing, or must I get up and inspect it in the mirror for myself?”
“Stay right there.” Connor’s voice had dropped. His hand slid from the small of Vidal’s back down over the curve of his arse, and his thumb pressed gently against Vidal’s rim, which felt puffy and slick. “You’re gaping, love. Pink and open and absolutely dripping with me. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in years.”
Vidal let out a pleased sound into the pillow and clenched deliberately around Connor’s thumb. Connor swore softly, and another thick slide of come worked its way out of him.
“Where’s your mobile, sweetheart?”
“Mmm?”
“Your mobile. You’re going to want to see this. A man ought to know what he looks like after a proper fucking.”
Vidal fumbled one-handed across the bedside table without lifting his head. His fingers closed on the mobile and he passed it back over his shoulder without looking.
“Code?”
