I encourage him to roll onto his back. Straddling his waist, I threaded our fingers and pinned his hands over his head. With the slight shift of positions, faint light from the window fell across his face.
Wide eyes. Parted lips. I still couldn’t see the deep blush, but I knew it was there.
“Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?”
“No.”
I dragged my erection against his. “You are.”
He gasped, his whole body rippling with pleasure.
“Do you like that?”
He frantically nodded and lifted his head, chasing my lips. Gale clearly didn’t want to talk about it.
I indulged him, continuing to frot. Fuck it felt good, even with a clothing barrier between us. This was the kind of thing I did with guys when I was a teenager. I forgot what it was like to take things slow in the bedroom. All my sexual encounters lately were impersonal and fleeting. A race to the finish line with little or no intimacy. Little or no satisfaction. A means to an end.
Gale was different, and I still didn’t know why. His inner storm called to me. It sang, begging for someone to listen, and I heard it. I heard him and all he couldn’t say.
He trembled with each thrust. The kiss fell apart. I rested my forehead on his. Tiny noises escaped him, ones he seemed desperate to stifle. My own pleasure mounted.
“I’m going to make you come like this. Do you want that?”
Gale nodded as he panted and puffed. His fingers tightened and loosened around mine, and I suspected he was close to tipping over the edge. At one point, I slowed, testing him, and he jacked his hips, seeking friction as a frustrated sound climbed his throat.
I brought my mouth to his ear. “Can we try this naked? I don’t want to mess up your clothes.”
It took him longer to nod that time, but he did.
Keeping eye contact, I released one of his hands and shoved my underwear down and off, then I did the same with his. He helped, peeling his pajama bottoms off his ankles with his toes.
“How about the shirt?”
He agreed, and I maneuvered him upright and tore it off, tossing it into the dark. Horizontal again, I rocked my hips, dragging my bare erection against his. Sizzling pleasure. Pooling heat.
I groaned. “Holy shit, Gale. Is it good? Tell me.”
“So… Good.”
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yes.”
He hiked his hips to meet mine, actively participating more and more.
My body was on fire. I lay against him, grinding purposefully, kissing his neck, his jaw, and finding his mouth again. I felt every quiver as it rolled through him. He was no longer shy, kissing me back with equal hunger and desperation.
Breaking the kiss, I peered deep into his eyes, still rocking, building that pleasure. “Have you ever wondered how amazing it would feel to have a guy’s mouth wrapped around your cock?”
He bit his lower lip, face straining as he nodded.
“Would you like that, Gale? Would you like my mouth around you? Sucking you until you came?”
His stomach muscles clenched and jumped. With a silent gasp, he arched his back as his whole body convulsed with a sudden orgasm. His grip on my fingers tightened as a pool of wetness spread between us.
“Oh fuck yeah. You are so fucking beautiful when you come.” I kissed his parted lips, even when he was too far gone to participate, all while riding his cock and taking him through every wave.
The lubrication provided by his cum was game-changing. My orgasm crested and crashed into me before I could warn him. I rode it to the end, until the final shockwaves turned to gentle ripples, then subsided.