Page 54 of Technical Advances

“Now,” I demanded, the urgency in my voice surprising me.

Anson’s smile had me thinking it delighted him.

He shoved up one more slow, calculated time before agreeing, “Now.”

I leaned forward and kissed him. It was heated and sloppy, and our mouths couldn’t keep up with the insistent motion that went from rocking to full-on thrusting in a matter of seconds. My cock ached between us and leaked all over his stomach as I focused on my connection to Anson.

Occasionally, he would catch me just right, and I would feel the fireworks start to ignite, but the feeling would flicker as we kept up our grueling pace. We were both panting, our faces close together, his hair splayed out on the pillow, his brow as sweaty as I felt.

“Soon,” he huffed in my ear, and I rocked even harder.

“Yes,” I begged him, wanting nothing more than for him to come, to see the look in his eyes and hear the sounds he would make. But he shook his head no.

“Together,” he insisted just as his thrusts caused that spark that I wanted to chase.

I lifted up on my hands, and Anson peeled one hand from my side to grab my cock. I leaned back further, arching and placing my hands behind me, and that did the trick.

“There!” I shouted. “Right fucking there.”

He began to hit full on that spot inside me that he’d been teasing, color exploding behind my eyes with each rock and thrust that we performed in tandem.

His hand began to stroke me in earnest as I grunted and damn near screamed, my arms splayed out behind me, holding me up.

“Now,” I shouted, and the burst of energy I felt surging through me had me saying it again. “Now!”

I felt like a frenzied mess above him.

“Look at me, please,” he said, and my eyes flew open as I sat up and continued to rock, thrusting myself between his cock and his hand. I tightened my inner walls as I felt my own balls pull up, and his silence turned into a low panting growl as his eyes closed tight, and he came deep inside me. I watched only for a second before my own orgasm overtook me, and I arched back again in pleasure.

He continued to thrust gently as I dropped unceremoniously onto his chest, sweat and cum the only thing between us as I nuzzled in the crook of his neck, his damp hair attaching itself to my face.

His arms wrapped tight around me as he stilled. We stayed like that as our breathing slowed.

“I should …” he began, and I nodded when he didn’t finish the thought.

Eventually, one of his hands found his cock, and I lifted up, his hair, still plastered to my face, traveling with me as I rose. Letting out a little grunt, I rolled to one side, trapping his arm under me as I stayed snuggled close.

I lifted my head to look at him and brushed his hair back and to the other side.

“I love your hair,” I said even as my fingers got caught in it. I pulled them out but continued to play with it, trying to pull it back and out of his way.

“Benji?”

“Yes, baby?”

“The condom.”

“Shit! Sorry!” I sat up and pulled the thing off him, enjoying the hiss he made.

“I love your sounds,” I said as I got up, tying the condom off and tossing it. I found my glasses and his hair tie and grabbed the towel hanging on the back of my door. It was still damp since I had taken a shower right before heading out to the restaurant, so I used that to wipe Anson’s chest down. His body stiffened as I ran it over his stomach, so I pulled back quickly.

Anson’s look of consternation made me think I’d overstepped.

“Okay?” I asked, placing the towel over his torso.

“Yeah. Yes.” Anson’s eyes were on the towel, but he moved them to my face, something I knew to be a precious prize. Eyes locked, we were silent for a beat before Anson finally admitted, “Yes, it’s just, no one’s ever taken care of me before.” I leaned in to kiss him, then continued cleaning him off, wiping down his chest before taking care of his cock, which caused another little hiss that he turned into a chuckle.

Smiling down at him, it felt like my heart would beat out of my chest when his look switched from embarrassed to happy.