Part 16 With Love #5
Joe finally managed to tug Scott’s fly down. Turning him around, Joe pushed him down onto the sofa. Scott reacted in plenty of time to break his fall, and he willingly crawled across the cushions to brace himself on the far arm to make room for Joe to kneel behind him.
Scott’s trousers were so tight, it would have taken far more patience than Joe possessed to wait for him to squirm out of them entirely. He only pushed the leather down as far as was absolutely necessary before he slicked his fingers and slid them against Scott’s hole.
Working quickly, he soon had Scott ready for him. Steadying Scott with his hands on his hips, Joe lined up behind him. Pushing forward, he lodged himself deep within Scott’s body. It had never been harder for him to stop himself coming on the first thrust.
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Scott frantically tightened his grip on the sofa arm; trying to both maintain his balance, and to control himself so he didn’t come without permission.
It was almost impossible to process all the pleasure that rushed through him as Joe’s cock rubbed against his prostate again and again. As if determined to drive Scott mad with need, Joe ploughed even deeper inside him, setting a relentless pace from the first moment their bodies came together.
“You’re allowed to come whenever you want to.”
Scott was completely incapable of answering. Whimpering, he tried to spread his knees further apart, but it was no use. His trousers wrapped around his thighs just as tightly as they’d ever imprisoned his cock, making it impossible for him to spread his legs for Joe.
Looking for another option, Scott lowered his head toward the sofa arm. Arching his back, he offered his arse up as high as he could. He wasn’t sure what it did for Joe, but the slight change in angle caused pretty white lights to dance and spiral behind Scott’s eyelids.
He cried out, and it was all over. Any thoughts of lasting long enough to make it a marathon session died; so did quite a few of Scott’s more pleasure-prone brain cells.
Gasping for breath, he tried to pull himself together well enough to apologise for coming so soon, but there was no time. Joe’s grip on his hips tightened until Scott knew there would be pretty marks left there for quite some time.
Joe’s thrusts sped up. He yelled out less than a minute after Scott. He’d lasted just long enough for Scott to recover in time to enjoy feeling Joe come too.
He collapsed over Scott’s back as his hips eventually stilled.
A few nudges later, Scott realised that Joe was telling him to straighten his legs and lay down properly.
Once he understood the order, Scott was more than happy to obey.
He quickly wriggled around until he laid full length on the sofa with his head on the low, cushioned arm.
Joe separated their bodies, but he didn’t try to change the way he lay over Scott. His body covered Scott from top to toe; almost all of his weight pressing down on him.
“Too heavy?” Joe asked.
Scott smiled. “No, s-sir. Feels g-g-good.”
Joe made a vague noise that let Scott know he’d heard. It vibrated through Joe’s chest and into Scott’s torso. The space between Joe’s skin and the sofa cushions was snug and warm. Scott turned his head slightly in an effort to make his position one hundred percent comfortable.
His collar shifted around his neck, as if on purpose, just to remind him of its presence.
“You okay with everything?” Joe checked after a while.
“Yes, s-sir.” Scott only hesitated for a second before he shyly spoke up again. “Thank you for having all my s-s-stuff brought here.”
“No problem,” Joe said, his voice still thick with a mixture of deep relaxation and a strong inclination toward sleep.
“Is there a r-reason why you never g-g-got a sofa before, sir?” Scott said, just as sleepy as Joe, but knowing he’d forget to ask if he gave in to slumber with the intention of posing the question later.
“Never had a sub I wanted to sit and relax with as well as screw around with,” Joe said. He pressed a kiss against Scott’s neck, and shifted his weight so he lay more alongside Scott than directly on top of him.
It didn’t put any extra distance between them; it just made their positions ones they could maintain comfortably for far longer.
Scott smiled. Yes, that made sense. Belonging to Joe wasn’t a fleeting, temporary thing. Guys had to be comfortable if they were going to stay together forever.
Scott turned more serious. Even though he knew what he wanted to say, he wasn’t entirely sure how to utter the words, or if the time was right. He cleared his throat. “Are you going to think I’m s-s-soppy if I tell you I l-love you, s-sir?”
Joe gave a deep chuckle. “I’m not that much of a hypocrite that I could object to you saying it any time.”
Scott frowned. “S-sir?”
“What do you think it says on the tag on your collar?”
Scott found the tag with his fingers, but he realised that he still didn’t know what any engraving on it might say.
“On one side it says: Property of Joe Stuart,” Joe whispered in his ear. “And on the other side it says: Given to Scott Evans, With Love.
Scott smiled. He didn’t say anything else before they both drifted off to sleep. He didn’t need to. There wasn’t anything left to say.