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“You think you can tease me and I’ll just stand here and take it?”
“No.” Cayson smirked, still rubbing his dick.
Quick looked down between their bodies. “I’m gonna let you fuck me with that long cock, Cayson. But for now….”
Cayson fought his nerves, oh, how he needed to be fucked hard. He thought he was going to take charge, but he’d guessed wrong. Quick yanked his pants down to his ankles and hurriedly kicked them to the floor. Quick climbed back up Cayson’s body, nipping and flicking his tongue over areas that’d gone unattended for quite some time.
Cayson wove his hands through Quick’s long, thick hair. “Damn, I love your hair.” Cayson gasped when Quick buried his face in Cayson’s balls, aggressively trying to suck both of them into his mouth. “Fuck!”
“You like that?” Quick huffed, coming up for air. Cayson was in bliss. Quick may lack technique and experience, but Cayson could tell he was trying to do anything he could imagine would make him scream. Cayson didn’t disappoint when Quick sucked hard on the head of his cock. He cried out into the semi-darkness of his bedroom. His blue curtains helped to block out the small amount of daylight, casting the room into shadows. It looked like late evening, not early morning. The coloring and peacefulness added to the romantic feel of their first coming together.
With both knees up, Cayson let his thighs butterfly open – giving over all of himself. Trusting Quick to make this good, amazing.
“You ready for me?” Quick murmured, his deep voice sending enticing vibrations through Cayson’s groin.
“I’ve been ready,” Cayson answered. He was trying not to yell at Quick to fuck him already. His goal was not to appear too needy, but when he heard the snap of latex, his body pulsated all over, his skin warm and over-sensitive. “Please, Rome.”
“I know,” Quick whispered, lubing up two fingers.
Cayson didn’t need any more stretching; he’d had enough of that last night. He tried not to huff in annoyance when he felt the blunt tips of Quick’s fingers at his opening instead of his cock. But when Quick pushed in one finger to the knuckle, Cayson bucked his hips up, seeking out more, and Quick was fast to give it to him.
“God, you feel so tight.” Quick looked like he was in a haze of pleasure, eyeing Cayson’s cock as it leaked heavily onto his stomach.
“I’m ready, Rome,” Cayson grunted, rotating his ass shamelessly on Quick’s fingers, clenching his muscles around them.
The pillows had all been tossed on the floor from Cayson’s thrashing, and Quick had pushed the comforter to the foot of the bed. It was just their hot, naked bodies on a thin fitted sheet. For the first time in a long time, Cayson wasn’t worried about his body being on display. Wasn’t concerned about grossing anyone out. He was in decent enough shape, but he spent all his time in the OR, not in a gym. His stomach was flat, but it lacked the definition that Quick’s had. His arms were lean, but not toned. He was just him. But Quick caressed him like he was the most beautiful man in the world.
“I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
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Quick tried to get himself under control, so he could give Cayson the best loving of his life. But his nerves were riding him hard. He hoped that his shaking was perceived as anticipation and not something else. He didn’t want his special doctor to be uncomfortable.
With his eyes locked on Cayson’s glazed-over blue ones, he lined up his dick and clenched his hip muscles as he pushed in, trying to be careful not to hurt Cayson. He’d used so much lube that it dripped down Cayson’s ass, making a mess on the sheets. He’d rather be sure Cayson was comfortable and didn’t have a moment of pain than worrying about the bedding. When his broad head pushed through that tight ring of muscle, they both gasped in surprise.
“Holy fuck,” Quick grunted, stilling his hips, not sure how to proceed. His cockhead was in a vise grip. Did this feel good to Cayson? He tried to maintain eye contact but they were both failing at that.
Cayson’s eyes fluttered closed. “More. Give me more, Rome.”
Quick’s hair fell around their faces and his arms shook with exertion as he entered Cayson, inch by inch. “Goddamn, Cays.” He struggled to be cautious, but the way Cayson was pushing his ass up to take more, while digging his heels into Quick’s thighs and pulling him closer, he knew his resolve would crumble any minute. He heard Cayson growl into his mouth, gripping Quick’s biceps hard enough to leave marks.
“I’m okay, Rome. Take me. I need it hard, I do,” Cayson begged prettily.
Quick hissed when he felt Cayson’s muscles tighten around his shaft. Did he do that on purpose?
