Diego #2
With his eyes never leaving Diego’s face, Wylie positioned himself at his entrance and slowly pushed in.
“Breathe for me now,” Wylie said because Diego had a habit of tensing during penetration.
Diego coached his body through it, reminding himself to let go and relax, to take everything he was given and be grateful for it.
“You look so hot taking my dick,” Wylie said. His lust-darkened eyes shifted to where his thick, lubed cock was slowly breaching him, bit by bit, until Diego felt that shit in his sternum. “Swallowing my cock like you’re starving for it. Are you, babe?”
“Yeah,” Diego said as a fine sweat broke out all over his body.
“So deep and warm. So fucking right. You feel that?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Diego hummed as Wylie’s cock dragged devilishly across his prostate. Wylie did it a few more times, razing him from the inside. His hands slid up Diego’s thighs and toward his chest, landing on his pecs where he squeezed and pinched both nipples savagely.
“Fuck,” Diego uttered on a deep exhale as Wylie rolled his hips. “Feels good.”
“Yeah, it does. You’re so good for me. So sweet and obedient. You take my dick so well, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do,” Diego admitted. “I really do.”
“Keep taking it then, just like that. I’m gonna make you feel so damn good. Don’t rush it, baby. I want you to feel everything…”
The words faded into the background as the pleasure welled up inside him.
Diego’s thoughts dissolved into a kaleidoscope of shape and color, catching only glimpses of Wylie’s face.
Diligent, deliberate, doing everything in his power to make Diego feel good.
Wylie had cracked him wide open and was now enjoying the fruits of labor, driving deep inside him without any resistance whatsoever.
“Unhhhh,” Diego bellowed on stroke so good it had him trembling from sheer pleasure. “Oh, god. Fuck, that’s it, Wy, right there.”
“This your sweet spot, baby?”
“Gotta be.”
“I fucking love you,” Wylie said ardently and dropped a kiss on his forehead without missing a beat. “Love this mind. Love this body. Love this tight. Perfect. Hole.”
A team, that’s what they were, each of them pushing and pulling to cross the finish line together. Like a drug, Diego thought, but this was better because he wasn’t alone in this endeavor. He had a partner, a friend, and there was no shame in this pleasure.
With the first pulse of Wylie’s dick, he knew the man was close.
Diego reached for his own aching cock with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other, trying to time it just right.
Diego didn’t even have to stroke himself because all of a sudden he was there, an uncontrollable, unavoidable swell.
His orgasm rose as inevitable as the tide, a full-body sensation that enveloped him in the purest pleasure.
Like a womb, he thought. His cock dribbled, glazing his fist with cum.
The warm euphoria lingered but the explosive finish never materialized. What the hell just happened?
“So beautiful,” Wylie said as he stroked in one last time and held it, finishing inside him with a warm flood. Diego savored it, even as his asshole throbbed and his prostate protested any more stimulation.
“Together,” Diego said, still in a daze, repeating a half-formed thought that never quite materialized, but Wylie only nodded his head in agreement.
“That’s right, together.”
Diego lay there and simply breathed. He’d never experienced an orgasm like that, one that bowled him over in a massive tidal wave of pleasure, allowing him to resurface with a floaty, light-headed feeling.
The buzz remained even after his orgasm receded, and it took him a while to come back to reality.
When he finally did, they were both sticky with sweat and cum.
Wylie was lying on top of him with his dick still camped out between his ass cheeks like he had no intention of leaving any time soon.
“Damn,” Wylie said, sounding a little shook himself.
Diego dragged one hand across his back and kissed the side of his head. “Yeah.”
“How was it?” Wylie asked, lifting his head to study Diego closely. No hiding, no deflecting, no skirting the truth.
“Good. Different.” Diego was having trouble putting into words exactly how he felt.
“Different how?” Wylie asked cautiously.
“Deeper.”
“Did you like it?” Wylie asked, his blue eyes radiated concern.
Diego blinked. Why did he feel so close to tears? And why was his chest aching? Maybe it was because Wylie would be leaving soon, and this part of their relationship would be over. It was the end of something special, something unique to them. He blinked a few times.
“Are you okay?” Wylie asked, propping himself up on his elbows to stare at him, full-on worried now.
“Yes, it was just…intense.” That was the truth of it.
It was intense and Diego was still recovering, treading water in a tumultuous sea of emotions.
Realizing that he needed a minute, Wylie rolled off of him but remained plastered to his side, an arm thrown possessively over his chest. He studied him slyly out of the corner of his eye, trying (and failing) to not be obvious about it.
“Go ahead,” Diego said at last, since he knew Wylie was trying so hard to be patient.
“Was it the edging?” Wylie asked, tracing soothing shapes on his chest, peering down at him from where he lay propped up on one elbow.