SKYLER #3
He punctuates his words with quick thrusts of his finger in and out of Skyler’s hole, and it feels like every nerve ending in Skyler’s body is on fire now.
He’s going to combust, but he’s still trying to be good.
Trying so hard to wait for Trevor’s cock inside him, because that’s what Trevor wanted. But he might not make it.
Draping himself over Skyler’s back, Trevor gives him a kiss that’s awkward from this angle but still so good. His finger keeps working inside Skyler’s ass like magic and torture and too much and not enough.
As Trevor pulls away, Skyler looks into his eyes and whispers, “Please. I can’t...”
He has trouble getting his words out, but Trevor understands him anyway. He always does.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” Trevor says, his free hand petting soothingly down Skyler’s side. “You’ve been so good for me, baby. So perfect. Love you so much.”
“Love you too.”
“I’ll take care of you, okay?”
Skyler nods, trusting him. And Trevor doesn’t waste any more time.
He eases his finger out of Skyler’s hole, then rearranges Skyler’s body so that he’s not bent over the island quite as much, letting Skyler brace himself on his hands rather than his forearms. As Trevor guides Skyler’s hips farther away from the edge, Skyler knows to bend his knees just a tad to put his ass at the right height because he’s slightly taller than Trevor.
The sound of Trevor's zipper is such a sweet relief. There’s a tiny sting when the head of Trevor’s cock pops past Skyler’s rim, but it fades almost immediately as Trevor slowly but surely slides himself all the way home.
The feeling of finally being full—of having his husband inside him, of being connected this way—is all Skyler needs to feel sated.
And one more pump of Trevor’s cock out and back in is all it takes for Skyler’s own cock to kick and start spilling ropes of cum onto the kitchen floor.
“Baby,” Trevor says. Amused, impressed, maybe something else.
Skyler doesn’t care. He’s still riding the high of his explosive orgasm.
Trevor doesn’t stop fucking him, and Skyler doesn’t expect him to. He wants Trevor to use his body to get himself off. But when Trevor surprises him by wrapping a hand around Skyler’s softening cock—
“Wha-nngh.” Skyler’s question gets strangled around a whine.
“I think you can come for me again.”
Skyler shakes his head, though he’s already thrusting mindlessly into Trevor’s hand. It hurts, but in a good way. Like his ass and the spanking.
Fuck. He might be able to come again if he replays that in his mind.
Trevor’s free hand comes up to Skyler’s sternum, and he uses it to force him more upright. Skyler’s legs tremble from the effort of keeping his knees bent. Or maybe it’s still from the orgasm and the way Trevor’s steadily trying to work another one out of him. Who knows.
His cock is hard again, but he’s not sure about his ability to come again so quickly. Ten years ago, definitely. But they’re not so young anymore.
“Let go, baby,” Trevor rasps in his ear. “Stop thinking about it. Just feel.”
He feels like he’s crawling out of his skin. And yet that’s somehow not a bad thing.
“God, your ass feels so good squeezing around my cock,” Trevor tells him. “Like your body was made for me.”
It was. It definitely was. But Skyler’s not capable of words right now, so he just does his best to tighten his muscles purposefully around Trevor’s cock, and he’s rewarded with his husband’s loud groan.
“So fucking hot, baby,” Trevor says, his pelvis slapping against Skyler’s ass as he thrusts harder and faster, not letting the heat on Skyler’s skin fade. “You’re so hot. Everybody wants you. Everybody. But they can’t have you, can they?”
Skyler frantically shakes his head.
“No, they can’t,” Trevor continues. “Because only I get to have you, right, baby? Mine. Mine. Mine.”
“Yours,” Skyler manages to mumble.
Trevor’s nailing Skyler’s prostate now with each thrust, and meanwhile, his hand skillfully works over Skyler’s cock. When he moves his hand down to give Skyler’s balls a light tug, a spark shoots up Skyler’s spine, and he knows he’s about to come again.
“Fuuuuck!” he shouts as Trevor’s palm rubs in a circle over his cockhead.
His cock only releases a small spurt this time, but the sensation of his second orgasm is so powerful he feels it from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes.
Trevor’s arms around his body are the only things holding him up. It’s even possible that he loses consciousness for a few seconds, but the next thing he knows, Trevor’s hips are pressed against him as Trevor stills and comes inside his ass.
After gently pulling out of his hole, Trevor helps ease Skyler down to the floor, avoiding the messy spot.
Skyler rests his head against the side of the island while Trevor jumps up to pour a glass of water.
When he settles back on the floor with Skyler, Trevor urges him to take a few slow sips by tilting the glass up to his mouth.
Skyler can’t move. He’s not even sure he’s breathing. He’s probably dead. That must be it.
But what a way to go.
A short while later, as they’re eating side by side at the dining room table, with Skyler’s script between them so they can read lines together, Trevor says, “This chicken is good, but it would’ve been better if we didn’t have to microwave it.”
Skyler shoots him a glare. “I hate you.”
Trevor only smiles back at him. “No, you don’t.”
With a sigh, Skyler concedes and says, “I love you.” Because it’s the damn truth. And his pleasantly sore ass won’t let him forget it.
“Love you too,” Trevor tells him. “And I know everyone will fall in love with Prince Freddie, because you’re going to do such an amazing job in this role. It was basically written for you, wasn’t it? And the world already loves Skyler James.”
“But not as much as you do?” Skyler asks. His anxiety over performing this role perfectly has already started melting away.
“Exactly,” Trevor answers.