Chapter 21 #2
I picked up much stronger ropes and double tied it this time, so I doubt it’s actually going anywhere, but it’s more fun if I can convince Yuri to hold still while I finger and then fuck him with maddeningly slow thrusts until he’s so desperate to come that he can’t even think straight.
He groans and stops moving, craning his neck just a little to wordlessly beg for a kiss.
I happily give him what he wants, on both fronts, catching his lips and easing one finger slowly inside the tight clutch of his hole.
My cock throbs and drools more precum against the curve of his ass cheek, eager to feel the hot grip of his inner muscles.
I’m not in any rush though. I lick and nibble his lips as I work my index finger in and out lazily, tugging gently on his rim with every outward drag and crooking my finger to caress his prostate with every thrust.
“I love you so fucking much, Yuri,” I murmur.
Being able to say it again is a rush of relief all on its own.
I want to say it a million times, until he’s sick of hearing it.
“I love your smart mouth and your big brain. I love your laugh and that little sigh you do every time we kiss. I love every single thing about you.”
He makes a strangled noise and his hole clenches a little tighter around my finger, his mouth attacking mine again even with the awkward, strained angle of our kiss.
“I love you even when you’re torturing me,” he says with a laugh that tumbles into another moan as I ease my finger out and add a second one, stretching his hole a little more.
It’s easy to get lost in the kiss, finding the same steady rhythm as the waves, unhurried but persistent.
Yuri’s muscles twitch and sweat starts to bead on his skin, he whimpers and moans and both of us murmur more I love yous that become harder and harder to understand the deeper we sink into the kiss and into each other.
“I need you inside me,” he pants. “Please, Coop, please.” He trembles and his hips give a helpless jerk that stokes the heat in my gut and reminds me just how long it’s been since I’ve bothered getting off.
I guess I was waiting for us to make up.
Jerking off alone just didn’t have as much appeal as it used to before Yuri came back into my life.
I barely even thought about my dick for the two weeks while we weren’t talking, but I’m definitely thinking about it again now.
My hips twitch involuntarily too, dragging my cock along the curve of his ass again, all smooth, warm skin and peachy fuzz tickling my cockhead.
I ease my fingers out and spread the bit of leftover lube still on them onto my shaft, then I wrap them around my base and angle my cock into his slippery, welcoming crease.
His hole is soft and greedy, giving way easily and sucking my cock inside.
We both moan into the space between our mouths as I fill him slowly.
His round, bouncy ass cheeks press right up to my hips as I bottom out inside him, every inch of my cock clenched inside the hot grip of his hole.
I wrap my arms around him and savor the feeling for an endless second.
I want forever with Yuri, whatever that ends up meaning for us.
I want to wake up with him every morning, even if it’s somewhere other than Palm Island.
I ease out and rock back in, the hammock swaying with the gentle thrust. It’s so slow that I feel every bit of the movement—the tug of his rim around my shaft, the way his inner muscles clench like he’s trying to hold me inside as I languidly pull out, even the tremble of his hitching breath moves through me and goes all the way down to my dick.
I map his body with my hands, even though I’ve memorized it a thousand times before, sucking small bruises onto the back of his neck and shoulders while I circle his belly button with my index finger, feel the quake of his belly with every breath and moan, and flick my thumbs over his stiff nipples, rocking in and out of him with lazy thrusts.
Yuri reaches back to tangle his fingers in my hair, his shallow breaths and quiet moans slowly turning into gasps and pants, murmured curses, and near sobs.
Heat builds in my gut, tightening and pulsing, and every thrust takes just a little bit more effort to control.
It gets harder and harder to keep the steady, easy rhythm when I want to pin him to the ground beneath me and rut into him like we’re wild animals in heat.
“I’m so close, Coop. Fuck, it feels so good,” he gasps.
I wrap my hand around his cock and his whole body tenses instantly, another low, throaty moan coursing through him, making him tremble from head to toe.
He clenches around my cock with another strangled cry and starts to pulse in my grasp, hot spurts of his cum running over my knuckles as I jerk him off with slow tugs that match the pace of my thrusts, filling him again and again.
His hole spasms and flutters, dragging the cum straight out of my balls in a dizzying orgasm that I barely have time to brace for before it washes over me, curling my toes and tightening deep in my gut.
I gasp his name and fill him with the two weeks’ worth of pent-up cum I’ve been saving just for him.
It feels like it goes on fucking forever, both of us rocking and gasping, grinding against each other as the hammock sways faster and faster until we’re both breathless and spent.
I sag into Yuri, my arms still wrapped around him, my oversensitive cock still buried inside him, and I kiss the back of his shoulder one more time.
“You moving your stuff into my house or you want to go the other way? I’ve got the greenhouse, but if you’re really married to your place, I can live with it.”
He sputters a breathless laugh. “Your place. Can I hold off packing until my ears stop ringing, at least?”
I snort. “I guess. Morning is probably even better.”
“Okay.” He nods and chuckles again, then he cranes his neck and we fall into another lazy, endless kiss under the stars.