He grasped it firmly, stroking once or twice before guiding it carefully to his mouth. Ah, yes! He used one hand to stroke the shaft and another to tease the balls, and the taste was exquisite. Ross let out a grunt, not unaffected, and obviously dedicated to his own task.
Their sixty-nine was passionate and merciless, and Tenner wasn’t sure if Ross thought of it as a contest to get the other one to come first, but that’s where Tenner was heading with this. The blindfold, Ross’s touch, the competition—ah, all of it was glorious!
So glorious that Tenner barely noticed Ross fumbling on the bed beside him until Ross raised himself off of Tenner’s cock and murmured, “Legs spread, baby.”
Tenner did on automatic, lifting his hips and crunching his stomach to give Ross better access. He was prepared for the lubed finger, tapping, stretching, but it didn’t deter him from his goal of deep-throating as much of Ross’s erection as he possibly could.
The second finger, spreading, scissoring, gave him a little bit of pause. It had been over a week since they’d done this, and he wasn’t sure—oh God! There went the third finger, and he had to fight to keep his concentration, full on both ends, needing—
All three fingers disappeared and he let out a frustrated groan, the sound muffled by Ross’s cock.
Ross’s laugh was strained to broken. “Impatient?” he goaded, fiddling with something on the bed.
Tenner whimpered, empty and wanting.
“You know, you could always give me a bit of the same treatment,” Ross said. “Here, give me your hand.”
Tenner dropped one hand down by his side and the sudden drizzling of lube on his fingers made him shiver.
Okay. Okay, fine. He was ready for some payback. It was awkward, but he knew the lines and curves of Ross’s body. Keeping that cock lodged firmly in his mouth, he maneuvered his hand up between Ross’s thighs and parted his cheeks, reveling grimly in Ross’s gasp. Served him right, dammit. What was he doing down there?
A little rougher than Ross had been, but then Ross liked it that way, Tenner thrust two fingers slowly into Ross’s backside—
At the same time, Ross thrust that giant sex toy that had been on the bed into Tenner’s.
Tenner let Ross’s cock flop out of his mouth to gibber, but he kept his fingers planted firmly where they were.
“Ross—oh, wow. Hey—”
“Tell me if it hurts or you want me stop,” Ross said seriously.
“Yeah, no, I’m fi-ine—oh holy hell. Wow. That thing’s… damn. Keep going. Oh, shit. Oh my. Fuck!”
Ross paused at what felt like the widest part, and Tenner flexed his fingers because he had to.
“Still good?” Ross asked, his voice decidedly shaky.
“You’re just gonna stay there?” Tenner practically wailed. His whole body was trembling, sweating, and his cock splatted uselessly on his abdomen, rock hard.
Ross’s laughter held a strained edge. “No, baby. I’m gonna shove it all the way in. You ready?”
“God, please,” Tenner pleaded.
“A little louder,” Ross taunted.
“Oh my God, Ross, please!”
“One more time for the cheap seats.” Ross ducked his head to lap at Tenner’s cock.
“Please, baby, fuck me with that thing!” Tenner practically yelled.
“Okay, but you can’t come. I’ve got plans.”
Tenner sucked in a breath and steeled himself. “I’ll try,” he said.
“That’s all I can ask.” And Ross rewarded him with a sure, smooth thrust to the hilt.
Tenner howled as it slid home, and fought back the climax that threatened to rush his spine. “Ross, I sort of, I sort of need, here. I don’t know what—”
Ross gently moved his hand, hissing when Tenner’s fingers slid out of his ass. Then, while Tenner was trying to orient himself in the darkness, the pressure in his hole, in his backside, the stretching, the things Ross was doing over him—
Wait, what was Ross doing over him?
Ross was… straddling him? Tenner ran his hands over Ross’s thighs as Ross boosted himself up. Ross’s firm grip on Tenner’s cock was his first clue.
“Wait,” Tenner gasped, stimulated from every end, adrift in the dark, his body a disparate collection of extreme sensation. “You’re going to—ah!” Ross pressed Tenner’s cockhead against his stretched entrance and lowered himself, fucking Tenner’s cock with his tight, slick asshole while that toy pushed up inside Tenner’s ass. Deliberately, he lowered himself until Tenner was completely sheathed.
Tenner’s groan came from deep inside, where their pubic bones touched, and he clenched at Ross’s thighs in desperation.
“So good,” he managed to say. “God… oh, please… something… something’s gotta—”
Ross kept Tenner inside him, and lowered his head, touching Tenner’s lips with his own. The movement pulled Tenner about halfway out, and Tenner shuddered at the air on his base.
“Baby?” Ross asked, his own voice trembling.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to take the blindfold off, and I want you to fuck me.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you—”
He kept his eyes closed as he started to thrust, and the light and the cool air on his face was secondary to the feeling of being invaded while he fucked. Ross let out a cry, as undone as Tenner, and Tenner opened his eyes, still pumping, and saw him, head tilted, back arched, unashamed, riding Tenner proudly, his hand on his own cock for his own pleasure.
The image seared itself into Tenner’s brain, and the orgasm he’d been holding at bay hit critical mass.
“Ross, I’ve gotta come!”
“Good. Keep fucking me as long as you—ah! God! Yes! Yes! Jesus!”
Ross’s pleasure did him in, his asshole clenching so hard around Tenner’s cock, Tenner saw stars. Climax rushed him, his spine, his lower back, his ass where the dildo was lodged, his cock in that tight, warm grasp. All of it overwhelmed him, blew him apart, split him at the core, and he screamed hoarsely, shoulders coming off the bed as he came and came and came.
Above him, Ross gave a cry of his own, and Tenner felt the heat and spatter of Ross’s come across his abdomen and chest before Ross fell forward, collapsing on top of him, kissing him hard and long, with so much need, it made Tenner proud of what he could give.
It took a long time to come down from that, but when he did, his first thought was less than romantic.
“Ross?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’ve sort of gotta… you know… bathroom?”
Ross laughed softly and slid to the side, where he closed his eyes and wiped the come off his chest, tasting it with a self-satisfied smile. “Go. Don’t be embarrassed. That was the hottest moment of my life.”
Tenner had to kiss him, had to take his mouth, had to take him, if only for a moment. “I love you,” he said, fighting off that urge for the bathroom for just another minute. “I’ve never trusted another soul like I trust you.”
Ross’s lazy smile went serious, and he opened his eyes. “I won’t ever let you down. I promise. Now go.”
Tenner made as dignified a retreat as he could manage.