Xavier’s back arched. He openly writhed. Dean was manly and carnal. It was sexy as hell and pushed all the right buttons with Xavier. He scratched at Dean’s skin, trying to drag Dean back to his lips. Xavier wanted Dean inside him.
“I want you to take it how you want it this time,” Dean said, tugging Xavier from the couch and onto the floor so he straddled Dean’s hips. “You didn’t come the last time I was inside you. I want you to come this time.”
Xavier had never been hit so hard by anyone. He was used to men taking what they wanted from him during sex. If he came, he came. If he didn’t, then it was up to him to finish things off. Dean wasn’t like that. Last time, he had dropped to his knees. Despite never sucking anyone’s dick before, Dean had done that for him to ensure he came. This time, he demanded Xavier do things his way.
Xavier cast a quick look around the room. “Do you have condoms and lube around here?”
He felt Dean’s sudden disappointment like it was a physical thing. “Fuck. There’s a condom in my wallet, but I don’t keep lube.”
He tugged at Dean’s pants, peeling them off. Xavier refused to let that ruin things. “Get the condom. Do you have baby oil, coconut oil, or anything like that?”
Dean brightened. “Yes. In the kitchen.”
Xavier pressed a quick kiss to Dean’s chest. “Put that condom on, sexy. I’ll find the oil.” Xavier jumped to his feet and headed for the kitchen. It was a small white space with decent appliances. Xavier tried not to get distracted by Dean’s overly organized cabinets. That was fucking hot. He found the coconut oil and shamelessly lubed up before returning to Dean. He found Dean still on the living room floor nude, hard, and stroking himself. Xavier’s dick twitched. Pre-cum rolled down his length. He couldn’t explain it, but Dean made him hornier than anyone ever had before. Xavier didn’t waste any time. He quickly crossed the room and straddled Dean’s body. As he stood over Dean with one foot on each side of Dean’s hips, Dean’s expression softened. He ran his hands up Xavier’s calves.
“You are incredibly gorgeous. I must be the luckiest guy on the planet.”
A chuckle that sounded evil even to his ears escaped Xavier. “You’re about to be,” he said, dropping to his knees. He scraped his teeth across Dean’s nipple. Dean hissed. Xavier reached between their bodies and palmed Dean’s cock. He held it in place as he sat back, letting the erection penetrate him. His head fell back, and his eyes slipped closed as Dean’s dick filled him to overflowing. The pressure bordered on painful. He loved it.
“Fuck. You look so goddamn sexy on my dick.”
Xavier’s eyes opened. He stared down at Dean as he lifted and impaled himself again. He kept changing angles until he found the perfect spot. The angle that made him moan. After a minute of getting that internal button stroked, Xavier lost all semblance of going slow. He slammed himself against Dean’s cock, riding him hard, and taking what he wanted. Dean panted and moaned, making sounds like a man who enjoyed getting fucked, so Xavier didn’t slow. He tugged at his dick when the madness became too much. He loved the anticipation, but he wanted the payoff. Pressure built, threatening to snap his mind. Xavier tugged and rocked. He wanted everything. Dean felt so good.
“That’s it, sexy,” Dean praised, sounding turned on. “Fuck me. Take it. Take what you want. Goddamn. I didn’t know it could be this good.”
Ecstasy punched Xavier in the dick. An orgasm ripped from him, sending cum flying. He shook it out all over Dean’s body, taking pleasure in the way it wetted Dean’s skin.
Dean’s fingers dug into Xavier’s hips. He held tight and rolled, pinning Xavier beneath him. The air left Xavier’s lungs as Dean slammed inside him. Skin slapped skin as Dean punished Xavier’s asshole, ruining him for all others. Xavier fought for purchase. There was nothing to hold on to as Dean fucked him across the floor. Finally, Xavier slapped his hands down on the hardwood and pressed through his palms, rooting himself through his hands the way he did in yoga. He used his strength to keep them in place while Dean plowed forward. Dean was everywhere, licking every place he could reach while using Xavier’s body.
Pressure started climbing Xavier’s cock again. He held his breath, trying to ignore the sensation. Xavier had never come twice in one sexual encounter and he didn’t want to get left hanging when Dean came. Xavier’s body refused to be ignored. The harder he tried to pretend he wasn’t dying to blow again, the worse the situation became. He closed his eyes and breathed. Dean cried out and slammed hard inside Xavier one final time. He could feel Dean’s cock twitching inside him. The disappointment started to build, even though he knew that it was ridiculous.
Dean claimed his mouth. He stayed firmly seated in Xavier’s ass. While they kissed, Dean reached between them and massaged Xavier’s aching cock. A low moan rose in Xavier’s throat. He tried to stay still. Xavier wanted Dean’s semi hard dick to stay put. Dean’s touch was almost teasing, forcing Xavier to stay completely focused on every stroke. His muscles tensed as he fought to reach a second orgasm with Dean barely moving his palm against him. A pant escaped as the pressure built. His hips lifted a hair, seeking more. Dean refused to tighten his hold. Xavier thought his mind would snap. A growl burst from him.
Dean chuckled against his lips.
Xavier buried his fingernails in Dean’s skin, punishing him. Dean’s touch lightened even more. Xavier thought he might scream in his frustration. Then, Dean’s grip tightened.
“Come.”
At Dean’s demand, Xavier’s body snapped like a spring coiled too tight. His muscles shook as an orgasm rocked his soul. All he could do was gasp and twitch in Dean’s arms. He stared at Dean in awe as his body glitched and soared. No one made him feel the way Dean did. Xavier couldn’t explain this. He didn’t know what was happening between them, but he wasn’t going anywhere until he figured it out. They were amazing together. Xavier wanted this. He wanted more.
Four
Xavier: I was sitting here, waiting for you to come home, and I was thinking. Have you always been an amazing artist, or did you learn it somewhere?
Dean: I have no formal training, if that’s what you’re asking. In fact, I wasn’t very good in school. My head was always in the clouds and I was always in trouble for drawing rather than working. I used to take a lot of beatings for that before it was just Brett and me.
Xavier: Beatings? Like... should I hire a hitman?
Dean: You’re sweet. No. Maybe I shouldn’t have said beatings. More like I got chased in a circle while getting whipped with a belt.
Xavier: How is that better!?
Dean: LOL! I miss you.
Xavier: I miss you too. Come home soon.
Dean: Do you want to go out to eat tonight?
Xavier: I’ve already cooked.
Dean: Okay. Sounds great.
Xavier: I didn’t tell you what I made.
Dean: You made it. It’s great.
Xavier: You’re great.
Xavier: Did you make it to my place yet? I’m almost done with this meeting.
Dean: I’m here. In bed. Waiting.