“You gonna make me cum too fast.” Wood eased Trent off his dick with a loud slurp.
Trent was quickly hefted onto his knees and turned until his stomach was flush against the back of the couch cushion. Wood pressed his palm in the center of his shoulder blades until Trent was bent forward in the perfect position for Wood to— “Ahh fuck.” Trent sighed in pleasurable agony as he spread his legs wider and awaited Wood’s warm, hot tongue to take another swipe over his hole.
Wood still refused to let Trent take off his flimsy shorts. Instead he moved the material to the side as if he was wearing a thong and speared his tongue inside his channel. Trent squeezed his eyes close and hugged the back of the couch, leaning so hard he thought he’d fall behind it. “I’m already ready,” he demanded pulling the small tube of lubricant and a condom from the pocket of his robe. “Come on.”
“You missed me that much?” Wood asked, but Trent didn’t need to respond. His answer was evident in his behavior. He tried to bring every part of himself in contact with Wood’s mouth, and Trent wasn’t shy about voicing his pleasure, loudly. Wood used his strong hands and massaged over his shoulders and lower back, kissing and loving on him before he picked up the condom. “Now I know what you were doing in your room with the door locked.”
“I didn’t wanna waste any time in case you were tired.” Trent rested his head on Wood’s shoulder, arching his back and cradling Wood’s dick comfortably in the crease of his ass. The sound of latex sent a ripple of anticipation down his spine that made him tremor.
“I’ll never be too tired or too busy for you again,” Wood said against his cheek, leaning heavily over him as he lined himself up and made him promises he needed to hear. “Nothing—no one’s—more important than you.”
Trent felt the love he had for Wood clear down to his core, and before his feelings could overtake him, Wood began to push inside of him. Trent had fucked his ass with his fingers long and good before Wood got home, but nothing he did would ever compare to the man’s cock touching that sacred place inside of him. Trent spread his legs, his hard dick stabbing into the cool material of the leather cushion as Wood buried himself deep. The rapture was so powerful and instant that Trent’s heartfelt sentiments were snatched from his mouth and quickly replaced with a litany of filth he couldn’t stop.
“Wood, fuck.” Trent adjusted his stance until Wood was settled inside him at the perfect angle. “That’s it. Right there. Right fucking there.”
Wood was panting in his ear, his furry chest scraping deliciously against his skin as he held Trent tightly to him with a forearm across his chest. The other hand moved from his hip and roughly massaged Trent around the sexy material covering his ass that at first made him feel rather silly but now had him feeling like he was one of those slutty Invictus models. And most of all his boyfriend was loving it. Wood kept Trent’s long robe shoved to the side, his hands roaming the satiny material as if he’d never felt anything like it.
Trent tried to stay relaxed and ride out the ecstasy, but each experience with Wood had taught him that wasn’t possible. Before he knew it, he was unashamedly shoving his ass into Wood’s pelvis, giving and wanting it harder with each stroke.
“Oh my god,” Wood gasped, picking up tempo, his hips pumping shallowly into his, sending electrical currents through his ass that stimulated his balls. “You feel too hot around me, sexy.”
“I’m close,” was all Trent could mutter before a violent rush of sensation swept up his spine. His orgasm was coming on like a determined hurricane, and Trent craved the havoc it was about to wreak on his body. He was ready for it. “Oh fuck. I’m cuming. Hersch, fuck me.”
Wood grunted sharply and wrapped Trent securely in his arms, holding him firm with his face buried in his hair. He couldn’t make out the actual words from the breathless rambling Wood was doing against his damp skin, but the moment he slammed his hips into Trent’s tender channel and emptied his hot seed into the condom, their body language became universal. Trent released a long, tortured groan before his orgasm exploded out of him like a category four storm.
Trent was lazily rubbing his seeping cock along his silk robe as Wood laid them back on the sofa. Trent’s eyes were closed, his body so utterly spent and satisfied that he wasn’t sure he’d ever move again. “Damn… just… damn,” he sighed, languidly running his hands through Wood’s silver-and-black hair as he lay resting on his thigh.