Hot Boys Kiss Boys #3
"Enough." I grab his wrist, still his hand. "I need you inside me. Now."
He withdraws his fingers. I hear the slick sound of him coating his cock, then the blunt head pressing against me.
"Look at me."
I open my eyes. He's hovering over me, grey eyes locked on mine, his shoulders tight with restraint.
"I love you," he says.
Those words. The ones that cost him everything to say. The ones the Foundry tried to beat out of him, the ones I taught him were safe to say to me and safe to receive from me.
"I love you too."
He pushes inside.
The stretch is intense. It always is. Jace isn't small, and no matter how well he prepares me, the initial breach always makes me gasp, my body struggling to accommodate him. He goes slow, inch by inch, watching my face for any sign of pain.
"Okay?"
"Keep going."
He sinks deeper. My body opens for him, relaxes around him, welcomes him the way it always does.
The burn fades into fullness, into pressure, into the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled.
When he's fully seated, his hips flush against my ass, his balls pressed against my skin, we both exhale.
"Fuck." His forehead drops to mine. "You feel so good. So tight and hot and perfect."
"So full, so full of you. I need you to fuck me."
He pulls back, slow, the drag of his cock against my inner walls making me shudder. Then he thrusts forward, and I groan.
"Like that,” my nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks in his skin. "Just like that. Don't hold back."
He doesn't.
Jace fucks me like he's trying to crawl inside me and take up residence.
Deep, punishing strokes that hit my prostate on every thrust. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into the flesh, holding me in place while he pounds into me.
The bed frame slams against the wall, a steady rhythm that matches the slap of skin on skin.
"Missed this." His voice is wrecked, ragged. "Missed your tight little hole squeezing my cock. Missed the way you take me so fucking well. Fuck me, Elliot. Fuuuuuck."
"Only for you." I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, pulling him deeper. "Never let anyone else touch me like this."
"No one else." He drops his head to my neck, teeth scraping against my pulse. "Mine. You're mine."
"Yes, baby, this ass is yours."
He shifts his weight, hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. The new angle drives him deeper, and I cry out, my cock leaking steadily between us, smearing it across both our stomachs.
"Touch yourself." He watches me with dark eyes. "Want to watch you stroke that pretty cock while I fuck you."
I reach between us, wrap my hand around myself. The relief is immediate, pleasure sitting at the base of my spine. I match my rhythm to his thrusts, stroking on every downbeat, and the dual sensation almost making me cum early.
"That's it." He picks up the pace, hips snapping faster. "So beautiful when you touch yourself for me, when you let me see everything."
"Fucking fuck." My voice is barely recognizable. "Jace, I'm close."
"Hold it."
"I can't—"
"You can." He slows down, changes his pace to something deep and grinding, his cock pressing against that spot with every roll of his hips. "Because I'm telling you to. Because you're mine. Because you always listen so well."
I squeeze the base of my cock, trying to stave off the orgasm building.
"Good boy." He rewards me with a deep thrust that makes me see white. "Such a good boy for me. Taking my cock so perfectly. Holding back because I asked."
"Please." I'm begging now, desperate. "Please, baby, I need to come."
"Soon." He picks up the pace again, his thrusts growing erratic, his breathing harsh. His balls slap against my ass with every stroke, and I can feel them drawing up tight. He's close too. "I want us to come together, to feel you clench around me when you lose it."
"Then let me." Tears prick at my eyes. "Please. I can't hold it much longer."
He shifts his angle one more time, driving directly into my prostate, and leans down to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Now." The word is a growl against my lips. "Come for me now."
I let go.
The orgasm crashes through me. My cock pulses in my hand, ropes of cum painting my chest and stomach, some of it catching his abs. My hole clenches rhythmically around him, and he follows me over the edge. He buries himself deep and groans, his cock throbbing inside me, filling me with his cum.
We collapse together. He's careful not to crush me, bracing his weight on his forearms, but he doesn't pull out. He’s softening inside me, his cum starting to leak around his cock and drip down my ass. My favorite feeling in the world.
Being full of him.
"Don't leave again." I whisper into his neck, arms wrapped tight around him. "Don't leave for that long ever again."
His arms tighten around me. "I won't."
"Promise."
"I promise." He presses a kiss to my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. "I promise, Elliot. Never again."
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If you enjoyed this short of Jace and Elliot, you can find the whole series titled Hollow Kings, featuring Jace, Jagger, and Jinx. Find more from Haven Snow on Instagram: haven.snow.writes