really there? Divine intervention? Fuck. Webster didn’t know. He didn’t even believe in God. But he believed in Cyrus. Cyrus had always protected him, was still protecting him in the only way he could.
Cyrus slid a hand under Webster’s head, tilting his face back to capture his lips, licking his way back into his mouth. Webster melted. There was no other way to describe it. Heat pooled in his abdomen, spreading through him like lava, as Cy kissed him like he wanted to consume him. When was the last time anybody had kissed him like that?
Webster’s arm snaked around Cy’s neck, holding him there, as he angled his body towards him so Cy's fingers could skate over his flat belly to play with his nipples before sliding down to thread through his pubic hair, not touching his cock but so desperately close Webster couldn’t help the pleading sound that fell from his lips.
Cy pulled back enough to look at Webster. “Make that sound again,” he whispered, his eyes dark fathomless pools.
Webster swallowed, feeling like he couldn’t catch his breath for an entirely different reason this time. “Touch me and I will.”
Cy’s kiss was greedy, and when his hand closed around Webster’s cock, the noise he made sounded like it came straight from his toes. Cy swallowed it down, the hand beneath Webster sliding around his throat, not squeezing, just this hold that made Webster feel possessed. Cy’s hips rolled against Webster’s ass, and his hand slowly jerked him in time with his lazy movements. Somehow, the whole experience was the single most erotic experience of his life, overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Oh, fuck,” Webster managed when Cyrus broke away to explore his throat, his beard dragging along his skin, leaving a burning trail that ignited the heat in Webster’s belly, his dick leaking with each dry pull from Cy’s hand. Webster grabbed Cy’s wrist, pulling it to his mouth, so he could drag his tongue along his palm before guiding it back to his cock.
Almost as quickly as he arched up into Cy’s tightened fist, he stopped.
“Wait.” Cy stopped immediately, his hand releasing Webster like he’d burned him. Webster flushed. “Sorry, I just meant…do you have anything we can use as lube? Also…have you been tested?”
“Yeah to both. Negative to the second. There’s vaseline under the bottom corner by where your hand is.”
Webster glanced over his shoulder, giving him a look. “How did you know that was there?”
“I put it there.”
Webster wanted to inquire further, but then reminded himself that it was really none of his fucking business. He leaned over the bed and grabbed the tube, throwing it to Cyrus. “Fuck me, but open me up with your fingers first. It’s been a while, and your dick is enormous.”
Cyrus made a noise that sounded unintentional. “Christ, Nicky. I’m going to come in three seconds. You get that, right?”
Webster nodded. “Me too, but I just want to come with you inside me. Is that okay?”
“You’re joking, right?” Cyrus asked, a hint of humor in his voice.
“Then hurry up and get inside me.”
“Greedy,” Cy growled. There was a bit of fumbling, and then Cy’s slick finger was massaging his hole. Webster couldn’t wait; he wanted to feel Cy inside him. He pushed back on his finger, moaning at the slight discomfort that quickly faded into pleasure as his knuckle glanced Webster’s prostate. “Fuck, you’re so hot and tight inside,” Cy muttered against Webster’s throat as he basically rode his finger.
“Another. Give me another, please,” Webster whispered, moaning low when Cyrus complied and his body was forced to stretch to accommodate his invasion. Cy shifted Webster until he was half on his stomach, one leg canted forward. Webster realized Cy was watching his fingers disappear inside him, and he groaned. “I changed my mind, just fuck me.”
“You’re really fucking bossy,” Cy grumbled even as he slicked his dick and pressed it against his entrance.
The second the thick crown of Cy’s cock breached him, Webster hissed in pain, his hand shooting out to grip Cy’s meaty thigh, hoping it reminded him to go slow. That wasn’t a problem. Webster’s body made the decision for both of them, forcing Cy to catch Webster’s leg under the knee, lifting it so he could rock up into his body.
Webster had never been fucked in that position, spooned together, his back to Cyrus’s chest. It was weirdly intimate. Once more, his chest tightened, almost like he couldn’t breathe as Cyrus began to move within him.
Webster wrapped