Wylie
So. Much. Sex.
“Just like that. So deep. Don’t stop. Right there. Right fucking there. Yes, oh yes. Oh my god. Fuck me, Wy. Yes. Please make me come.”
“You know it was good,” Diego said with a grunt, always so reluctant to give praise, which made comments like these all the more rewarding.
“Your ass squeezed my dick so tight at the end there. You been working out that hole for me?”
“Shut up. Are you gonna eject or do you plan to camp out there all day?” Diego asked, feigning irritation. The idea had merit. Wylie decided to test the waters.
“I could stay inside you until I get hard again and keep going. Fuck you till your balls are bone-dry and your prostate is numb.” Wylie would love to get Diego hard again, with his asshole still swollen and a little bit tender, slick with his cum, work him over nice and slow until the sensation was almost too much to bear.
Diego’s silence was careful, one that said he was considering it. “I have to work,” he said at last, though Wylie felt him shiver underneath him.
“Not for a little while,” Wylie soothed and pressed his thumb against the back of his neck, where Diego’s thick hair formed a little tail. “Just relax here a minute more.”
“Okay,” Diego said cautiously. Wylie’s cock was filling up again, not as hard as before but hard enough.
Diego went still underneath him, like prey, and waited for Wylie to act.
Such a good boy, Wylie thought warmly. His next move was to dig his heels into the bed and slowly spread Diego’s thighs apart with his knees, inch-by-inch, until his fine ass propped up at the perfect angle.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, if you’re too sore,” Wylie said, nudging his dick deeper into Diego’s hole, holding him in position while reaching for the lube.
“I’m not,” Diego said. He twisted a little to look back at Wylie with an expression that said, I trust you, and I want more.
“Slow and steady then,” Wylie said and dropped a few kisses onto his man’s heated skin. Wylie’s dick was fully hard now and ready to go, but this time was going to be gentle and slow, space it out long enough to give Diego time to recover, to really enjoy it.
“That’s it,” Wylie coaxed after a few more shallow thrusts, rolling his hips nice and easy. He reached down to palm Diego’s semi-hard dick in one hand. “Gonna get hard for me again, stud.”
“Gonna try,” Diego said earnestly, and Wylie didn’t doubt the man’s dedication.
Diego was incredibly generous, in and out of bed, just one of the many qualities he loved about this man.
But Wylie wasn’t going to dwell there because it made him too sad, and his mission, in that moment, was to wring out one more orgasm from Diego, to drain his balls completely and leave him thinking about how much he liked it, all throughout his shift at the pit.
“Push back against me,” Wylie said, giving him some space.
“Good. Now, fuck yourself on my dick. Slowly,” he emphasized.
Kneeling behind him with one hand still holding his dick, Wylie’s other hand grabbed hold of Diego’s hair again to guide him.
Diego groaned and did as he was told, that fine ass working his dick down like a pro, like a man born to bottom, Wylie thought with some pride.
“Yeah,” Wylie encouraged, letting go of his hair to slap Diego’s ass.
One sharp smack that had Diego making a helpless, mewling sound that sounded an awful lot like surrender.
“What is it?” Wylie asked, using some of the leftover lube to stroke Diego’s cock, fully hard now and throbbing in his hand.
“Fuck me,” Diego begged, sounding as if he was on the verge of tears. “Please, Wy. I need it. So bad.”
Wylie’s throat went dry. The begging always did it, because he knew how much Diego had to sacrifice to let those words escape his mouth.
The pride he had to swallow, the strong will he had to place behind Wylie’s own demands.
Denying Diego was a pleasure, but the ultimate goal was to give him everything he wanted and more.
“That’s it. I’ve got you,” Wylie murmured, dropping down to cradle him in his arms, syncing up their rhythm so that Diego wouldn’t have to do anything else, just ride the wave of euphoria Wylie was about to deliver.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Wylie insisted, using all of his strength to tap Diego’s prostate, nice and deep, just the way he liked it.
“There’s only one more thing you have to do for me now, baby.
You know what it is. Give me your cum.” His hand worked him over, expertly twisting the head of his dick, feeling it plump and twitch in his hand. He was close now, real close.
“Okay,” Diego said, taking his job seriously.
After a few more groans and a full-body shudder, Diego was coming in his hand, a dribble of warm spunk that slipped through his knuckles.
Diego came with a sigh of relief, completely worn out now.
Wylie hadn’t finished, but he didn’t need to, because this one wasn’t about him.
Grinning with pride, Wylie raised his cum-filled fist in triumph to show Diego the fruits of their labor. Much to his surprise, Diego started to slowly lick the cum from his fingers.
“Fuuuuuck,” Wylie said, the words catching in his throat as he watched his lover, continuously surprised by Diego’s sensuality and desire to please.
Wylie opened his hand so that Diego could lap at the V between his fingers, hypnotized by the wet sounds of Diego’s tongue sliding against his skin and the feel of it in his hand.
Wylie wanted to praise him for his diligence, but he was at a loss for words, and he didn’t want to ruin the eroticism of the moment by opening his mouth.
When Diego was finished and Wylie’s entire hand had been licked clean, Wylie eased his lover’s boneless body back on the mattress and slowly pulled out of him.
“I’ll be right back,” Wylie promised and jogged to the bathroom for a warm wash rag. His dick still bobbed in the open air, but he wasn’t interested in getting off. He just wanted to be close to his man.
After wiping the cum from Diego’s ass and upper thighs as best he could, Wylie kissed the back of his neck, one of his favorite spots, and pulled him into a sideways cuddle. He reached down to softly probe at Diego’s still-open hole where more of his warm seed dribbled out. “You sore?” Wylie asked.
“A little,” Diego said with a great, big yawn. Wylie felt bad for exhausting him right before his shift. “Did you get off?” Diego asked.
“No, but I’m good. I’m perfect. You want to sleep for a bit? I can wake you up.”
“No, I should get up,” Diego said with a long sigh and rolled over onto his back.
Wylie sat up, inspecting him all over for any signs of distress.
That had been intense, for them both. Diego pushed Wylie playfully in the chest with his foot, probably trying to ease the tension.
Wylie caught it and kissed along the arch, then licked the bottom of his foot.
There was no part of this man he didn’t wish to devour.
“Kinky,” Diego said but he didn’t pull away, just laid back against the pillows and stared at him intently.
“Are you good?” Wylie asked, searching his face for clues as to his mental state.
“Processing,” Diego said, and Wylie knew that meant he needed more time.
“Was it too much?” Wylie asked, worried that he may have pushed him too far.
“Just enough,” Diego said with a soft smile. That eased his mind a bit. Diego reached for the glass of water Wylie kept for him by the bed.
There were a million things Wylie wanted to say to him, but he swallowed all of it down like a dry pill and asked, “So, what’s the plan for today?” Because he knew that Diego had one.
“I want to do a quick workout, then shower, then get ready for work.”
Diego loved his routines, as Wylie had discovered, and kept himself on a strict daily schedule. Wylie had joined him a few times during his workout session, but he didn’t have the stamina to match him, so he usually ended up spotting him or starting breakfast in the kitchen while Diego finished.
“Not yet.” Wylie laid a possessive hand on the man’s chest and took up the spot beside him on the bed.
They both needed a few more minutes to recover—Wylie did at least. He grabbed his vape from the bedside table and took a few hits, since Diego said he didn’t mind the smell, liked it even.
He and Nancy were going to quit as soon as he went away.
But for now, just like sex with Diego, he couldn’t get enough.
“What are you going to do while I’m at work?” Diego asked, turning onto his side to trace lines between the freckles on Wylie’s stomach.
“Nancy wants to get me fitted for a suit. Kind of like a graduation gift. I might need something like that in Gainesville.”
“Good idea.”
“When do you get off?”
“I’m closing, so late.”
“Who are you closing with?”
“Solo tonight.”
“I’ll come by and help you,” Wylie said, feeling bad that his departure had left gaps in the schedule that his coworkers had to fill.
“You shouldn’t be working unless you’re on the clock,” Diego said sternly.
“Whatever. I don’t care. This’ll be my last chance to close with you before I leave.”
Diego stared back at him with big, sad eyes.
Wylie was breaking their tacit agreement not to talk about a time when the two of them wouldn’t be together.
But his car was mostly packed, and he’d worked his last shift at the pit the day before.
He was leaving tomorrow, for chrissakes.
Diego didn’t choose to address it then–their impending separation–merely said, “I’ll make you a sandwich for when you come by. Send me a picture of the suit.”