Chapter 23 Present #2
Ry worked over to the other side, his passion pooling in his lap at the point where Alex’s arousal was most prominent. He exhaled into Alex’s ear as hips jerked up of their own volition and rocked into him. Nuzzling into his neck, Ry stilled himself, slack against his boyfriend.
“Ry.” The way his name sounded like begging sent a jolt through him.
Alex’s eyes were unfocused with desire. Devastating.
“Yes?”
“Exquisite.” Alex leaned forward and kissed him hard.
Alex’s tongue entwined with his. Alex stood, carrying Ry, the sudden shift intoxicating.
His back hit the wall, and the larger man pressed into him.
Ry wrapped his legs around his partner’s hips, squeezing them closer together.
Alex nibbled at his neck, planting kisses along his clavicle.
Their lips clashed and Alex rocked into him, the layers of their clothing in the way, but creating a heady sensation with the friction between them.
“Clothes?” Ry slurred.
“Mm. Don’t wanna let go.”
Ry squirmed, trying to take off his pants while pinned against the wall. Alex rested his head upon Ry’s, their eyes millimeters apart. They shared breath for eternity; Ry lost in the ocean of Alex.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Ry whispered. “Fuck me.”
Alex’s lips twisted. Ry unhooked his legs from his partner’s waist, and his feet touched the ground.
In moments, a tangle of pants and shorts formed from the most important clothes they’d shed; Alex hadn’t worn underwear, his dick leaking.
Ry had picked out his favorite black jock, giving his date easy access.
Alex quirked an eyebrow and smirked when Ry gave him a shy smile.
With a generous amount of lube applied, Alex had him pinned against the wall again.
Searing heat bloomed as the bigger man entered him, a sharp pinch when the full length bored him.
Ry cried out in ecstasy and his legs hugging Alex, his focus on the sheer pleasure rolling through him as his sphincters pulsed around the thickness fully inside him.
Alex shuddered and whimpered but remained still until the contractions slowed.
Then, with slow thrusts, Alex rolled in and out, applying more lube as necessary.
Ry let his head fall back, focusing on the inferno rising in him, the desperate need for release.
Teeth bit his ear, a tongue scraped his neck, and a mouth lipped his throat.
The pace quickened, and Ry moaned in bliss as waves of pleasure convulsed through him.
“Push out,” Alex gasped.
Ry obeyed, the sensations overwhelming, and his body spasmed, lava melting him. Slap of flesh against flesh, the driving beat pounding into him, and he lost control, quivering and writhing in euphoria as Alex drove into him.
“Fuck,” Alex bellowed and thrust deep in, his own pleasure erupting into Ry, the heat pooling, his partner quaking and shuddering, his dick twitching.
Their heaving breaths were the only sound.
They kissed, Ry still full for the moment.
Then Alex slowly let him down, his fluids dribbling down his leg. Alex sank to the floor.
He had to lean against the wall, his limbs watery and weak. Still, his own release was close.
“You okay, big guy?”
Alex nodded, gulping in air. “That was hot. Did you come?”
Ry shook his head. “Felt amazing though.”
“Do you want to?”
Ry lifted his hand to Alex’s face. “I want to fuck you.”
Alex inhaled. “I got a toy to try with, but only used it a few times. It didn’t do much for me.”
“I … had some practice the last couple of years and I swear it won’t be like the time—”
“Oh my god, don’t bring it up,” Alex said, cringing. He took a deep breath, his body more relaxed now. “Didn’t clean out or anything, but I think I’m good.”
“Only if you want,” Ry said gently. “You can tell me to stop any time.”
“Okay,” Alex said. He leaned back, his hands and arms supporting his weight. “You’re so hot.”
Ry grinned and squatted down, not caring about the mess on the floor for the moment. He stooped and captured Alex’s mouth, the itch inside him growling in frustrating, but he hushed the voice.
Instead, he peeled off the rest of his clothes; his dick bounced out of the jock, flushed and stiff.
“God,” Alex whispered, his eyes roving over the whole of Ry. “How did you get hotter?”
Ry shrugged. “You did too, so.” He offered a hand and helped Alex to stand. “You need more time?”
Alex shook his head. “I’m good.”
Ry led him up the stairs. “I can’t pin you to a wall, and you’re too big for the couch.”
Alex let out a quick laugh. “Fair point.”
In his room, Ry laid out a couple of towels on his bed. He cleaned the worst off himself and threw a damp and a dry towel to Alex, who finally removed the last of his clothes.
“You know, we are just going to get messy again,” he said.
Ry smiled. “Yeah, but it’s nice to be cleaner for a moment. Lay down.”
Alex complied and stretched out on the bed.
Ry straddled him, their lips locking. Alex hardened against him as he rubbed them together, the urgent need blazing in him, desperate for release.
Instead, he slicked a couple fingers with lube and kissed his way down to Alex’s thick thighs, slipping a finger into the tight hole, slowly working it in.
Alex scrunched his face as if concentrating very hard.
“Okay?”
“Mm,” he said.
“Good thing I’m not as big as you,” Ry chuckled.
He slipped two digits in, curling them toward the prostate, bringing them fully out and inserting them again in a practiced manner.
The heat made him want to bury himself in Alex right this moment, but he waited, patient as he could be, sucking in one of Alex’s balls.
The third finger went in, and Alex shuddered and moaned, but he nodded.
When he’d relaxed enough against his fingers, Ry maneuvered himself and pressed the tip of his slick dick to Alex’s hole, his long legs draping over his shoulders.
He pushed in, the pop suddenly blistering heat and pressure, and Ry cried out in pleasure.
Alex groaned and squirmed and panted. “Ry, fuck.”
“Better than a toy?” he said, burying himself.
Alex nodded and writhed.
Ry held still, concentrating on not shooting his load. He was already close from the railing Alex gave him.
“You feel so good, I may not be able to last long.”
Alex moaned as Ry rocked in and out. Alex’s breathing quickened, his hole twitching and tightening, driving Ry to keep his pace slow as he adjusted to the pleasure rolling through him. His legs quivered as he pushed in and out.
He then bent over and kissed Alex to distract him from the building intensity in his center.
“Relax,” Ry said, his voice husky. “You’re okay.”
“Yeah,” Alex whimpered. “Faster?”
Ry’s dick throbbed, and he almost lost it right there, but he slicked up with more lube and, through sheer willpower, picked up the pace without erupting.
Alex’s velvet insides pulsed against his rhythm.
Cool air, roasting heat. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh again, and the pressure built.
He reached out and jacked off Alex as he thrust, the clenching driving him over the edge. Ry cried out, spasming inside Alex, his erratic pumps filling his partner, and then Alex himself spilled all over his own chest. Ry pulled out, the sensation too much, the cool air a balm.
When Alex opened his eyes, they looked lost and dreamy, unfocused until he saw Ry, his lopsided grin spreading across his face.
“Fuck, Ry.” His breathing was heavy. “It’s as if your dick was inside mine. Is that what it feels like for you?”
Ry laughed and shrugged. “Sometimes. That’s hot.”
Alex stretched and Ry collapsed next to him. “Good?”
“Amazing,” Alex said, reaching out and laying an arm across him. “Better than a toy.”
“I may not have the stamina you do, but any time you want me to fuck you, I’m down.”
Alex rolled over and nuzzled him. “Okay.”
They lay there for a few minutes, sweat drying. Then Alex got up and brought them both clean towels to wipe themselves off with until they wanted to shower.
“There’s cake,” Alex said as he settled next to Ry. “Assuming you’d like some.”
“I forgot about it,” Ry said. “Some guy was dick-stracting me with sex.”
“Hmm, that’s like a you problem.” He leaned over and kissed Ry lazily. “C’mon.” He hauled Ry up, and they headed back downstairs, still naked.
Alex hurried to the kitchen, and Ry followed. Alex had already grabbed the plates and had cut himself a huge wedge.
“What?” he said. “I’m a growing boy.”
“Good thing we had a cardio session.” Ry sauntered up and snatched the slice he’d prepared for himself and took a big bite.
“Hey!”
“You snooze, you lose.” Then he kissed Alex with chocolate still on his tongue. “This is wonderful.”
Alex shook his head, but the smile wouldn’t leave his face. He sliced another piece, not bothering with a fork either. “Oh, wow, yeah.”
Ry leaned on the counter facing Alex, his eyes feasting as much as he was eating dessert. “You were amazing.”
“Never came from anal before,” Alex blushed, the red seeping to his chest. “I see why you enjoy it.”
Ry guffawed. “Yeah, when it feels good, it’s indescribable.”
“So,” Alex said, setting his plate to the side and eyeing the cake like he might eat more. “Can I spend the night?”
“Of course, goober,” Ry said.
“Are we together again?” Alex asked. His eyes looked guarded. “Like for good?”
“I’d love nothing more,” Ry said, his face splitting in two. “Plus, that means we get to have mind-blowing sex all the time.”
“Sounds good to me,” Alex said, the smile open and bright. “Do you have somewhere to go?” He waved around the house vaguely.
“Hadn’t gotten that far. Was gonna find a place to rent, but I don’t have enough to do that, not after paying for Sania, and the recoupment. Thought about staying with my dad for a bit, but I’d rather not.”
“Live with me,” Alex said.
“Is that okay with you?” Ry asked, his heart lifting. “I didn’t want to ask or rush you into it, or make you think you had to.”
Alex pulled him close. “I am offering because I would like you to. A resident chef would be great.”
“Hey! I’m more than my culinary skills.”
Alex grinned. “Yeah, and a nice ass.”
Ry kissed him. “Just the two of us.” His eyes watered and his chest expanded as if he might float. “Free from Efreet.”
“I’m ready to relearn you,” Alex said, kissing Ry. “Thank you for fighting for us.”
“Love you,” Ry said, nuzzling Alex.
“Love you too.”