Well, there’s that. Travis had never thought being manhandled was his cup of tea, but maybe he’d been with too many twinks over the past few months, because the way Bay moved him around as if he weighed nothing was a huge turn on.
On his hands and knees, Travis arched his back and glanced over his shoulder. Bay’s gaze was locked on his ass and he was suddenly thankful for the workout regimen Jake had made him take up. And even though he was watching, his skin still exploded into goosebumps when Bay spread a palm over his left ass cheek. Soft lips came down on the other cheek and Travis’s breath hitched as Bay teased kisses all over before dipping lower. Warm hands parted Travis’s thighs a little more, the bed sinking beneath his knees. A hot, wet sensation teased the base of his balls, pulling a curse from his lips before Bay continued up. Pleasure skittered over his senses as Bay licked a stripe upward, and cool air brushed over his hole as he parted Travis’s cheeks before he erased the coolness with his tongue. Travis gripped the bedspread tight as Bay teased and licked around his rim. He pushed back, signaling for more, and bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
It had been so long since he’d been on the receiving end that he’d forgotten how good it could be. At least when his partner knew what they were doing. And Bay certainly did, at least from the way he gripped Travis’s ass cheeks so hard he’d hopefully leave marks and dove in with no hesitation. Travis gasped as he sucked and nipped at the flesh of his cheek before returning his assault. It didn’t take long for him to relax and press back for more, and only then did Bay spear him with his tongue. Travis released a groan and ducked his head down onto his arms. He was at Bay’s mercy, of which he had none as he stiffened his tongue and fucked him with it, all while holding him spread wide open.
His cock pulsed with every bit of pleasure Bay inflicted on him, until his hips were moving in time with his rhythm. His breath came roughly and just when he thought he was going to have to ask for more of something, anything, Bay drifted his lips away to mouth at his flesh before he teased one finger around his hole, gently around the rim. Just that simple touch was enough to make Travis groan. But then his breath caught when Bay slid that first finger inside, the wetness from his mouth and tongue easing the glide. He tightened around the intrusion instinctively, but between Bay’s attentive, teasing nips and kisses, and the way he trailed one hand down to tease and roll his balls between his fingers, he was pushing back for more in seconds.
Travis groaned, wordless need pouring from his lips, and Bay answered by leaning up to trail kisses over his lower back. Heat surrounded him as Bay moved, and by the time Bay added a second finger, Travis was mindless. All he knew was that he wanted more of Bay, whatever that meant—in whatever way he wanted.
“Bay—”
“I know,” he answered, and scissored his fingers inside him, spreading and teasing. Bay went deeper, until lightning shocked his veins with electric pleasure as his prostate was reached. His hips canted into Bay’s touch as he squirmed under his talented fingers.
“Fuck…” Travis hissed.
Already, his balls were drawing up tight to his body as Bay continued to play, but Bay listened, finally. The sound of a packet tearing reached his ears, and cold fluid teased over his hole before he was left empty as Bay withdrew his fingers. Before Travis could protest, Bay returned with three. The stretch was intense, but Bay was gentle, just as he promised, and Travis pushed back against him as he eased them inside. The degree of his pleasure lessened at the burn of the new stretch, but Travis didn’t mind because he didn’t want it to end.
Wet kisses teased his lower back as he dropped his lids and focused on relaxing. When the burn faded away, Travis was back to needing more, and reached back to spread himself even wider.
“Get inside me,” he gritted out, and glanced over his shoulder.
The smirk Bay wore killed him, and he groaned in protest when Bay withdrew his fingers. But then the sound of another packet tearing reached his ears, and Travis locked his gaze on Bay’s as he rolled the condom on.
He clenched in anticipation, swallowing hard and bracing himself back on his arms and knees. But Bay had other plans and flipped him onto his back.
“Is this okay?” he questioned, and planted a palm on either side of Travis’s head.
Before he could open his mouth to answer, Bay dipped down and kissed him roughly. Wet and hot and claiming, and Travis met him stroke for stroke as their tongues dueled. They kissed until Travis felt like he was drowning, surrounded by everything that was Bay.
“This is very okay,” he breathed between kisses. “Now fuck me.”
TRAVIS
He reinforced his words by rolling his hips into Bay’s, their cocks brushing together. Bay thankfully didn’t ask again, and gripped one leg behind the knee before pressing it up against Travis’s chest. He wrapped his left arm around his leg to hold it in place, and refrained from reaching down and stroking his dick like he really wanted to. Somehow, he knew Bay wanted him to wait.
Now face to face, Travis could watch as Bay squeezed out the last of the lube onto his fingers and stroked his cock. The schlick schlick of the strokes made Travis clench in anticipation, and he fisted the bed sheet by his side.
“Relax,” Bay insisted, and gripped Travis’s hips to angle him.
The hot, spongy head of his cock nudged his hole, and Travis sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed forward gently. Bay’s gaze locked on his, the pressure was intense and hot and overwhelming, but in the best way. Travis pushed against him until his hole finally gave way and Bay entered him for the first time. A groan spilled out of him at the sensation, the fullness, but knew there was only more to come.
Bay reached down and gripped his cock in his fist before stroking him. The lube still coating his hand made the strokes wet and perfect as he continued pressing forward slowly but insistently, until he was all the way inside. Travis hissed out a breath when he bottomed out, and instinctively tightened around him. It pulled a groan from Bay, and Travis glanced up to see his expression crumple, so he repeated the action just for the hell of it.
“Stop that or this is going to end far too soon,” Bay growled, jaw gritted.
Travis couldn’t help the proud smirk he aimed in his direction and tilted his head up. Bay leaned down and took his mouth, their tongues twining as Travis adjusted to the invasion.
“I’m good,” he promised, as they pulled apart. Bay studied his expression for just a second. “I’m not rushing, swear. Just—move,” Travis urged, and rocked his hips up.
Taking his word, Bay retreated slowly, and Travis felt every inch vividly as he withdrew.
“But faster,” he insisted, canting his hips and trying to force him inside again.
He paused with just the tip spearing him, and Travis groaned in frustration. Bay’s lips quirked up as a dark chuckle rumbled deep in his throat, the sound warm and as heady as the man himself.
Finally, without warning, he grabbed Travis’s hips and held him still as he plunged deep. Travis bit his lip to keep from crying out, but then Bay repeated the same achingly slow withdrawal before he thrust deep yet again.
That same rhythm drove Travis crazy, his hold on his thigh leaving marks on his skin. As Bay delivered yet another perfectly rough plunge, he slapped his right hand on Bay’s forearm and gripped tight, their skin slick with a sheen of sweat.