Page 70 of Yard Sale

He grunted and fucked his hips backward, wordlessly asking me to get on with it. And I wasn’t going to make him wait. Edging him would be fun one of these days. Definitely at least once before he left.

But for now, I wanted to be inside him almost as desperately as he wanted to be filled. I gripped my cock and slid the condom on, then added more lube before pressing the head against his hole. I felt the way he clenched before I even pushed inside, but the moment I gave a single thrust, he relaxed.

“Oh god,” I groaned, my voice thready as I slid another inch inside. “Oh god, look at you. Look how well you take me.”

“Aravind,” he moaned. He arched his back, his legs spreading just a little more. I dragged my hand down his spine as he sobbed and fucked his hips backward so hard, he took all of me.

“God, sweet boy,” I babbled, pulling out and slamming back in. He grunted so loud, his voice nearly shook the windows. “Fuck, look at how hungry you are for my dick.”

He sobbed harder, hands fisting in the sheets as he began to move in time with my thrusts. I wasn’t going to last. I had no chance in hell against this man. Not with the way he was so fucking horny for it—for me. He shook with desperation, his words a garbled mess as I railed him, hips slapping against his ass with each thrust.

I could feel my orgasm cresting, and as much as I liked to take pride in my control and restraint, Tiago stripped me of all of that. I felt fucking feral, raw, moving on pure instinct alone. I dug my fingers into his sides as my hips sped up, and I chased the sensation that was exploding through me.

“I—” The single word came out a heady gasp as I started to lose myself. “Tiago. I’m…”

“Yeah,” he moaned back. I could feel it. He was going to come too—untouched, dick throbbing against the sheets, the only friction from the way I was fucking his ass and rocking his body against the bed.

And that thought alone was what sent me over the edge. I hammered into him—several desperate, rhythmless thrusts, and then I was coming. My vision whited out as I let it overwhelm me, and I laid my chest on his back as I rolled my hips, forcing him to take me deeper.

And it was somewhere in that fog I heard him come too. He shuddered and shook with it, the sheets muffling his cries as he humped his hips against the bed. And just before I took my final gasping breath of ecstasy, he went still beneath me.

Collapsing on his sweat-slick skin, I pressed my nose into the back of his neck as his knees finally gave out, and we tumbled sideways. My softening cock was still inside him, and I could feel him squeezing around me, like he was trying to keep me there.

“Aravind,” he murmured, sounding absolutely shattered.

My cock softened more, and as I reached down to grip the condom and pull out, he let out a distressed cry. Unthinking, I replaced my dick with three fingers and felt him clench, then relax around me.

The tension in his shoulders bled away as I pumped them gently inside.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Biting the back of his shoulder, I twisted just enough to toss the condom on top of my discarded pants, and then I curled back around him as I gently fingered his ass. “Don’t you fucking dare be sorry.”

He shivered with a muffled laugh. “I don’t, uh…I haven’t…” He took a breath before he tried again. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Bottomed?” I felt suddenly horrified. Was this really his first time? Had I robbed him of something that should have been more tender? That should have been longer? That should have been more for him?

“I’ve bottomed,” he said, and relief punched me in the sternum. “But never like that. Never…never the way I wanted.”

“And that was what you wanted?”

His body went tense again, but before I could try and kiss him relaxed, he pulled away from me. My fingers left his ass with a small squelch, and then he was turning, wrapping his leg around me, pulling me against his chest. His face buried in my hair, and I heard him take a deep breath of my scent.

It had to be all sex and sweat, but he did it again, so he must have liked it.

“That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt,” he finally said. He trailed a hand down my spine, then pulled away. He was only a few inches away, but suddenly, his eyes widened, and I realized he could see me.

Like, actually see me.

He swallowed heavily as he touched the edge of my jaw with the tips of his fingers.

“Tiago,” I whispered.

He shook his head carefully, not moving his eyes. “Just…let me look.”

“Okay.” This moment felt big. And heavy. And maybe too important to be wasted on someone like me. But he asked, and I wasn’t about to tell him no.