Page 60 of Toren

By the time Toren was ready to penetrate him, Andrew was a mess. Physically, all his muscles shook from the strength it took to hold him on his hands and knees. Mentally, he was so in love with Toren he worried he was going to throw up. He’d never been as consumed by a person as he was by Toren, and half a year into their relationship neither of them showed any signs of slowing down.

When Toren pulled his fingers free, Andrew cried out, body chasing after something to fill it. Toren didn’t make him wait long, quickly pressing the blunt tip of his cock against Andrew’s hole and thrusting in. Even after all the prep of three fingers and so much spit and lube, Toren’s cock was a stretch for him. Andrew rolled his sweaty forehead across the sheets and cursed under his breath, adjusting to the stretch of Toren’s shaft.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Toren whispered, folding himself in half and dropping a kiss against the middle of Andrew’s spine. “Do you want it easy or rough?”

Yes.

Yes, he thought.

“I want you,” he said.

Toren made a harsh sound in the back of his throat and then Andrew’s hair was in his fist. Toren yanked his head back, deepening the angle, and Andrew’s eyes rolled back when Toren started to move. The only sound in the room was the violent snap of skin against skin as Toren pounded into him from behind. Each pump of Toren’s hips forced the air from Andrew’s lungs and his sounds quickly turned from whimpers to a wail.

His own cock had never gone soft after his orgasm, slapping against his stomach and smearing precum across his abs every time Toren bottomed out inside of him. Andrew was lost to his own pleasure, barely coming back to himself when Toren’s cock thickened and pulsed, spilling inside of him. Toren pulled out while he was still coming, and Andrew felt the heat of cum shoot against his tender hole. Toren came in him and on him, then used his cock to scoop up the mess he’d made and fucked it all into Andrew for good measure.

They both collapsed, rolling onto their sides with tangled limbs and leaking holes. Andrew traced his fingers down Toren’s cheeks, unable to stop himself from smiling at the other man. At his boyfriend. At this unexpected treasure.

“Was that okay?” Toren whispered, mouth twitching into a smile.

“More than, and you know it.”

Andrew hummed out a breathy laugh, letting his eyes close. He was in bed with the man of his dreams, both of them full of cum. Nothing in the world could be better than that. At least, that was what Andrew thought until he woke up hours later with sunlight streaming in through the window and curious fingers drawing swirls between his ass cheeks. He groaned, pressing his body back against Toren’s.

Toren kissed the back of his neck. “You’re alive.”

“Barely. I don’t think I can take you again so soon.”

“I didn’t want to have you that way,” Toren told him, fingers moving from his hole to the outer edge of his thigh. “I just got tired waiting for you to wake up.”

Andrew chucked, rolling onto his back and turning his head toward Toren. Even fresh from fucking and from sleep, the man was a work of art. Andrew had to close his eyes or risk being completely overwhelmed by just how much in love he was.

“What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

Even after a late night, it was unusual for him to sleep that late. He pushed into a seated position, back resting against the headboard and sheets pooled around his waist. Instead of joining him, Toren rested his head on Andrew’s lap and rubbed his cheek against his half-hard cock.

“Is there something you wanted instead?” Andrew murmured, carding his fingers through Toren’s hair.

“Always you.”

Andrew pushed down the sheets. “I’m always yours.”

Toren kissed the tip of his cock and then licked his way down to the root. Making happy sounds as he moved, Toren teased and taunted Andrew with the promise of his throat until Andrew was ready to take control of the situation and force Toren’s hand. Maybe that was what Toren wanted, what he’d silently been asking for. It was undeniable that their little play at the club had awakened something inside of them both that had no interest in lying dormant, but it would take weeks, probably even longer than that, for the two of them to fully explore it and understand what it meant.

Thankfully, they had the rest of their lives.

“Stop teasing,” he warned.

Toren smiled against his shaft, then positioned himself to take the full length of Andrew’s now painfully hard cock into his mouth. Toren sucked him down to the root, spit leaking out of his mouth and pooling on Andrew’s balls. He stayed down there, flexing his throat muscles and doing everything he could to drive Andrew absolutely mad with want.

“Stop teasing,” he said again, giving Toren’s hair an easy tug.

Toren hummed and the sound vibrated Andrew right down to his bones. Toren began to move after that, making slow and messy work of getting Andrew off. One of the things Andrew loved the most about Toren was the physicality of him, and Toren gave that to him and more with the morning blow job. He sucked and licked, and Andrew’s hands explored and roamed.

But it was early and he was wound up, and it took no time at all before his hips lifted off the bed and he came into Toren’s wet and willing mouth. After Toren had swallowed Andrew’s soul, he flopped onto his back and wiggled down into the messy sheets with a content little sigh.

“Good morning,” Andrew said.