Page 68 of Technical Advances

“I do mean that.” I removed the lube from Anson’s hand and placed it on the coffee table before pulling his T-shirt over his head. His hand found my arousal and stroked it lightly, lazily, like he was mapping it with his fingertips. It had me hissing and tilting my head back.

“That flush that runs to your chest looks even better in the light of the fireplace.” He looked at me as he continued to stroke me absentmindedly. I was looking at him too and caught the motion when his dick twitched behind his pants. It broke the spell he was under. He stepped back and removed the rest of his clothes.

“I want you to fuck me,” he declared, handing me the lube before he climbed onto the couch on his knees, grasping the back of it and presenting his ass.

“Fuck, yes,” I said, but I put that bottle right back on the table, alongside my glasses, opting to kneel instead. I opened his cheeks and admired his furl in the light of the fireplace.

“So fucking hot, baby. I love being on my knees for you.”

Anson preened, jutting back a little further.

“You’re so hot for it,” I said before I kissed that intimate area, taking my time to lick and nip at his ass, always coming back to his hole, teasing it a little more each time until I was fucking him with my tongue. Just as I was thinking I could stay like that all night, my own cock called my bluff, my hips starting to rock, like I could fuck the air in front of me.

I reached back for the lube then and began to stretch my man. He continued to present his ass, pushing back as I pushed forward, my finger finding that spot inside him easily after months of practice. My body continued to rock in anticipation, my cock leaking as Anson huffed and moaned his way through my stimulation.

“Fuck me, baby,” he said calmly when I removed the one finger and lubed up two, but as I worked those two inside him, eventually slipping in a third, the request became a chant.

I tugged first my cock and then his, collecting our precum and adding it to his hole. He groaned at the gesture.

“You like that, don’t you? You and me, combined inside you. Look at you all lubed up and ready for me. Should I fuck you, baby?”

Anson had to drop his head in a moan and yank at his own cock before he could answer. “Yes, love. Now.”

I was already lining myself up to his hole, standing behind him, one hand meeting his to grip his cock and tease it with light squeezes. Our bodies matched the beat of the pressure I placed on his arousal, and we rocked ourselves into that deepest of connections, like we were swaying to a mid-tempo, slightly mellow pop song.

When I bottomed out, I dropped Anson’s cock, grasping his hips instead. One of those arching hisses that he loved came out of me, and he turned to clock the flush of my chest as I leaned back, my fingers digging into him.

“Kiss me,” he whispered. “I need you. Need you close.”

I dropped on top of him, my body tight as I fought the urge to pound into him. I tried to keep a mid-tempo tune in my head, but as we strained to reach each other’s lips, Anson pushed back, and I could wait no longer. I kissed him as best as I could from that position as I began to piston in and out.

I knew I was hitting that spot when Anson pulled his lips away, bearing his weight forward to match my thrusts as the most delicious grunts and growls, peppered with a “yes” every now and then, came out of his mouth.

We fucked like that, his tight channel sending wave after wave of sensation through me, my senses heightened by the fact that I was making him crazy with every thrust.

“Need you,” he said again, and I knew what he meant. This time, instead of draping over him for a kiss, I pulled him up until his back was flush with my chest.

He tilted his head back onto my shoulder.

“Love you,” I whispered in his ear.

“Love you too.”

We’d first said it to each other in the lab, me sitting at his computer, him standing over my shoulder as we stared at what I believed to be our completed project. I’d turned around to say, “I think it’s done.”

He’d countered with, “I think I love you.”

I had been quick to say, “I love you too.”

We said it all the time after that, and I was fairly sure it didn’t hurt anything if it made Beck a little crazy every time I said it in front of him.

I wasn’t thinking about Beck or anything but the man I loved on that snowy night as one of my hands found his balls and began playing with them until precum dribbled on me, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I ran my thumb over his tip, and I began to stroke his cock the way I’d learned he loved, pounding into him as I did so.

It was my turn to grunt like an animal. My lips found his shoulder, where my kisses may have turned to sucking and bites as all the sensation in my body concentrated and coiled, sending wave after wave of pleasure from my core to my cock.

“I love it when you come inside me,” Anson declared, practically shouting it as his hot cum spurted over my hand and onto the blanket.

We growled in tandem, the music of it ratcheted to the highest tempo, our thrusts continuing as we rode through our simultaneous orgasms.