It would destroy Simon if he lost Alex now, when they were so close to being spectacular.
But Alex didn’t show any signs of remembering himself, his self-possession, as Simon released his nipple with a pop and kissed his way down Alex’s ribs. He gasped once more, with a half laugh, as Simon licked his rib cage, and Simon moved quickly to his stomach, which made him gasp in an entirely different way. Like a lot of bicyclists, Alex didn’t have washboard abs—just long, lean muscles and a concave stomach, with a ginger happy trail leading down.
Who doesn’t like to follow a happy trail?
Simon paused to nibble at his hip bones and then settled himself between Alex’s thighs, shoving them up so the entire banquet of goodies was there for his exploitation.
He looked along Alex’s body and caught Alex gazing soberly back at him. Simon grinned so Alex would know it was okay, that playfulness was part of making love too, and then licked a line from the base of Alex’s healthy-sized manhood to the tip. He tickled the frenulum with his tongue, and Alex caught his breath—not quite a laugh, not quite a gasp—and Simon took heart.
He did it again, and this time, he got a breathy moan. Alex threw his head back and arched his hips, begging, and that’s exactly how Simon wanted him.
Needy. Greedy. Wanting.
So lost in desire that he wasn’t worried about how he looked. His entire focus was on what Simon was doing to his wonderful, deliciously tight and tasty body.
Simon took Alex’s cock all the way into his mouth and down to the root, reveling in the fullness in the back of his throat, in Alex’s taste. Alex moaned again, this one from his throat, all his muscles quivering as he fought to stay still. Simon pulled up, sucking, plying his tongue on Alex’s bell, then sucked him in again, strong and smooth and unrelenting.
Alex cried out and fell back against the bed, spreading his legs and putting one hand on the back of Simon’s head. Not for control, but to hold on to something, and the contact made Simon sweat, his own arousal building fast and strong.
Alex cried out again, and Simon let some spit slip down, using it to slide his finger in low between Alex’s cheeks, down his taint. Alex laughed a little, letting go of Simon’s hair, distracted for a second, and Simon came up off his cock, lapping the head while his finger played lower.
“Got it,” he panted. “Ticklish taint. Won’t happen again.”
“Okay,” Alex said weakly as Simon engulfed the head of his cock again and licked. “Fine. Great. What are you doing n-ow?”
Simon chuckled and tapped Alex’s entrance, figuring that if he had lube and condoms in his drawer, the answer would be perfectly obvious. He penetrated ever so slightly, and Alex kept talking.
“Oh wow. Okay, that feels different than I thought—sort of stretchy and weird and… oh!” Then as Simon thrust in to the first knuckle, “I’m not sure… oh. That’s… okay… that’s good. Yes, I like that. That’s—oh!”
Simon thrust in deeper, spitting to slick the passage and curling his finger to ease Alex open, make him ready for what would come next.
“Oh! Okay. Oh… wow!” His breathing quickened, and Simon took his cock—still flopping, hard and leaking, onto Alex’s abdomen—into his mouth.
“Wow!” Alex said again, his voice breaking, his words coming in breathy little blasts. “Okay! That’s okay. I like… oh God. I need… I’m not sure. I don’t… Simon! Simon, I need…. I…. Oh, please. Please. Oh God. Please!”
That was Simon’s cue, thank heavens, because he was hard, aching, just as needy as his lover, who was begging for him.
Simon released his cock and moved up the bed, reaching for a condom and the lubricant. He made short work of both, wanting to cry with the relief of stroking slick over his cock, the pressure telling his body that he wouldn’t have to wait forever.
Alex was still dazed, his thighs open wantonly, his hands at his sides, twitching—maybe with the desire to touch himself—and his eyes half closed.
“Pinch your nipples,” Simon said, voice husky. “Touch your body how you like. It’s glorious to watch.”
Alex whimpered a little and closed his eyes all the way, but he moved his fingers to his nipples and began to work them, maybe a little rougher than Simon would have, but that was wonderful too.
And Simon finished stroking himself, his body shaking with desire.
While Alex lost himself in his own touch, Simon positioned his cock right… there, at Alex’s stretched, primed entrance, and thrust gently in.
Alex’s hands flew up to Simon’s shoulders and he sucked in air, his eyes opening wide.
“Hurt?” Simon asked, horrified.
“No. Just… hello. That’s… oh… push forward.”
Simon breathed out in relief and thrust in a little more. Alex made a needy little whimper and lifted his hips to meet Simon’s thrust, and Simon took that as permission to go all the way.
They both groaned as he seated himself, and Simon arched his back so he could kiss Alex, gentle him, welcome him to their merged bodies, make him feel loved.
Alex kissed him back, his bottom quivering, a little up, a little down, a little up, a little down, until he was stroking Simon’s cock with his tight asshole, and Simon was dying a little from the need to move.
“Alex?” he rasped urgently.
“Yeah?”
“Can I, uhm, fuck now?”
“Please!”
And that’s all Simon needed. Slowly at first, making sure the stretching had done its job, making sure Alex was comfortable—more than comfortable: turned-on, aroused, pitched beyond endurance. Then he began to thrust.
Alex made more of those sexy little whimpers, meeting Simon’s movements, rubbing his chest, his nipples, cupping his neck.
Simon wanted to watch him, wanted to see passion bloom in his eyes, blossom into orgasm, but his own body was shaking.
Oh God, he needed Alex every bit as much as he wanted Alex to need him.
“Alex!” he cried, his hips moving on their own. “I’m close, sweetheart—so close. Stroke yourself or… augh!”
Alex tilted his head back, squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, his body clenching so tightly around Simon he almost couldn’t move—almost couldn’t come. But Alex pinched Simon’s nipples as he climaxed. The bite of pain sent Simon over his own ledge and soaring into outer space.
He thrust one hard final time, spurting into the condom, longing for the moment when they could be skin to skin. Alex cried out again, his come spurting hot and vital between them, not neat or pleasing—necessary. And Simon bent his head and licked it off Alex’s chest as his body still quivered in orgasm.
Alex moaned, wrapping his legs around Simon’s hips as aftershocks rocked them both, and finally, finally, Simon had to collapse, sweating in the chill of the room, onto Alex’s flushed body.
For a moment, breathing was his maximum achievement.
Then it was taking Alex’s mouth with his own, claiming him, hard and irrevocably, falling into this kiss like he’d fallen down the rabbit hole of Alex’s strange life and with just as little care for the consequences.
It was love Alex or die a slow, sad death from not having the one person who would make his life wonderful.