“I swear, I’m not. The perfect man wouldn’t be thinking the things I’m thinking.”
“What are you thinking?” Sky asked as he lifted Mason’s sac and held him open.
“I’ll show you if you come up here and sit on my beard.”
“Maybe later. I want to see if you like this,” he said as he leaned in again and slowly dragged his tongue over Mason’s hole.
“That’s not bad!” he squeaked and grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress.
“Mmmm! It’s very good,” Sky said, moving in closer. He sucked on the puckered flesh and inwardly cheered as goosebumps covered Mason’s thighs and they spread even wider, giving Sky more access. “I promise, just my lips and my tongue,” he said soothingly and noticed the way Mason’s entire body relaxed as he nodded.
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Sky echoed with a wicked grin. “Hang onto those rings, buddy. You’re about to see stars.”
Mason rose on an elbow, his brow furrowed. “My rings?”
“You’ll see.”
When it came to sex, Sky was a pro at three things: giving head, riding a dick, and tongue-fucking a man into the afterlife. It was how he usually got his partners off if he found himself in the arms of another bottom. Skycouldtop because he was adaptable and could enjoy just about anything if he knew the other guy was fighting for his dignity and his life. That’s what made sex fun and easy for Sky.
It was almost like boxing. You just didn’t wear gloves, and hitting below the belt was encouraged.
And it was easier to comprehend sex with Mason when Sky was the one delivering the blows. He could focus on his own technique and track Mason’s responses, instead of drowning in all the messy emotions and the sensory ecstasy. Now, it was about pressure and patterns and pace and Sky understood thatverywell. The physicality of sex was comforting and soothed Sky’s nervous system. He reveled in it.
“Holy fucking…!” Mason’s feet had slid up as high as they would go and his hips bucked while Sky’s tongue drilled and thrust. “Oh, fuck! That’s so good, Sky!”
It wasn’t long before Mason’s hands were in Sky’s hair and he was riding his tongue. His legs were shaking and he was coated in sweat by the time Sky rose and turned his attention to Mason’s cock. The head was resting in a puddle of pre-cum on Mason’s stomach, demanding Sky’s attention.
“You’re going to get me so wet, aren’t you?” he said before he lapped it all up and sucked on the head, earning another salty burst of pre-cum.
“Yes! If I last that long,” Mason answered breathlessly, then released a torrent of swear words as Sky opened wide and swallowed as much as he could.
Sky’s lips burned as they stretched around Mason’s shaft and his mind boggled at how all of that could fit inside of him. He sucked hard as his head bounced slowly and used his free hand to pump Mason’s cock and knead his sac. Soon, Mason was panting and begging.
“Sky, please! I don’t want to come yet, let me come inside of you!”
The cocky shit within Sky wanted tofinish him!He was cheering and dancing and had already claimed the win. But the greedy shit wantedmore, and now, he needed a hard, filthy ride.
He pushed off the bed and sat on his heels. “Lube,” he demanded with an impatient flick of his hand. The bottle was hastily pushed at him and Mason’s eyes were huge as he watched Sky slowly stroke a generous amount onto his length.
“I usually like less,” Sky informed Mason, then wrinkled his nose. “But I’m going to be extremely tender and have to go slow in the beginning,” he predicted.
Mason nodded jerkily. “Good. Slow is good.”
“In the beginning,” Sky repeated. “We’re both going to have bruises tomorrow.”
He straddled Mason and reached behind him to line everything up, then slowly sank down. It took a moment for Sky’s walls to relax and for the soreness to ease before he was able to rock back and forth. He kept the pace slow until he could take all of Mason easily, then began to ride faster and faster. The aches and twinges in his passage were replaced by gnawing need and the slick, thick heat in his core became more enthralling with every clap of Sky’s ass against Mason’s hips.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The driving beat got faster and faster until Sky was riding Mason like the police were after him. He should have closed his eyes and pictured them, naked and on the freeway and dodging traffic as he made his getaway on Mason. But Sky made a mistake by looking at him.
Mason’s eyes were puddled with tears and he looked sohappy.“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I love you so much, Sky!” He started to sit up and reach for him, but Sky covered his mouth and held Mason down.
“Don’t ruin this!”
What was the point of telling Sky that? He already knew it, just like Mason already knew that Sky loved him. Their deep, enduring love for each other was the problem. Sky didn’t want to think about how much he was hurting himself and Mason every time they kissed and every time they fucked.