Page 22 of Those Eyes, That Mouth

"I've never actually even seen gay porn."

He huffed out a breath that might've been a laugh. "Well. I’ve watched a lot of it."

He squirted more lube onto his palm and wrapped his hand around my cock. The cold made me gasp, but then the friction turned slick and warm.

He said, "Switch places with me.”

I lay flat on my back and he climbed over me, his thighs on either side of my hips.

"There," he said. "Like this." One hand braced on my chest, the other reaching behind to guide me in.

It took a second to find the right angle. He shifted, adjusted, and I felt the head of my cock press into him.

And then he gritted his teeth and bore down.

I grabbed his hips, partly to steady him, partly to keep myself together.

"Fuck," I breathed. “You okay?”

"I'm good." His voice was tight. "Just—give me a second."

He lowered himself another inch, then stopped. His face was screwed up in concentration, his mouth open, breathing hard.

“I’m not hurting you?"

He shook his head. "You feel amazing."

He pushed down further, and I thought I was going to come right then.

He tried lifting his hips and cracked his head against the bunk above us.

"Shit." He sat back, rubbing his skull. "This isn't going to work."

He was already moving, rolling us over so I was on top of him again. He pulled his knees up, spreading himself open for me, and the sight of him like that—flushed and wanting and completely unselfconscious…

Fuck.

I braced myself on one arm and reached down to line myself up with him.

This time, when I pressed in, he relaxed and pulled me deeper with his heels hooked behind my thighs.

"Oh my God.”

I was inside him. Fully. Completely.

My mind went blank.

We're fucking. Like, actually fucking.

I pulled back and thrust in again, and he made a noise I'd never heard from him before—low and desperate.

His hand came up to cup my face, pulling me down into a kiss.

We kissed while I fucked him, our foreheads pressed together, swallowing each other's breath. My hair fell forward in a curtain around our faces.

I lifted my head to look at him.

His eyes were half-closed, bright even in the shadows of the bottom bunk. His mouth was open, his expression intense and focused entirely on me.