was addictive, and unlike anything that I’d experienced before. The way our mouths fit together, the way his tongue moved with mine, and the way he wrapped his fingers in my hair, holding me in place. I hadn’t expected this aggressive side of him, and while it wasn’t normally my thing, with him, it was sexy as fuck. Our bodies lined up perfectly, and our cocks rubbed together through our pants. I needed more. I needed to feel his skin, but not here.
“Trey,” I panted out. “I’m not making love to you against the front door. We need to move this somewhere else.”
“Bed. Let’s go to my bed.” We made our way up the stairs, stopping every few steps for a kiss or a touch. Once we were in his bedroom, we crashed onto the bed with our bodies twined together. We moved together desperately, needing more contact, but not wanting to stop what we were doing long enough to finish removing our clothes. Eventually, the need to feel skin won out and we clumsily removed our clothes, the relief of his bare body against mine palpable. I rolled us so that he was beneath me as I continued to rub my body against his.
“Fuck, babe, you feel amazing.”
He stilled beneath me and breathed out a hushed, “Crap, I don’t have a condom, do you?”
As if what we were doing on its own wasn’t risky enough, I hadn’t even thought about a condom. I was relieved at least one of us was using his head. “No, I don’t have any with me. But that’s okay. We can save that for next time. Right now, I’m happy just to feel your body against mine. What about lube? Do you have any?”
“That I have,” he said, rolling out from under me and digging around in the draw in the bedside table, then he handed me a small bottle.
“Perfect, now get back over here,” I insisted, pulling him to me. We fell back together on the bed, kissing and touching each other. I wanted to take my time, to memorize every touch, and every move, but what I wanted most was to watch him fall apart. I squeezed some lube into my hand, wrapped it around both our cocks, and began to stroke.
He arched his back beneath me like a cat while he murmured, “Oh my god, yes, so good.”
The feel of him moving beneath me, combined with the feel of our slick hard cocks rubbing together in my tight grip was driving me out of my mind. I increased the speed of my strokes, pushing both of us closer to orgasm. “Oh fuck,” he cried out as his whole body tensed beneath mine and came, warm fluid spilling out over my hand.
My climax slammed into me hard, and my cum mixed with his on his stomach. He watched as I slid down his body and used my tongue like a cat, cleaning him until every drop was gone.
Trey
I watched Roman, fascinated as he used his tongue to lap up every drop of cum on my body. I reached for him, grabbing his hair, and tugging him up to me. “No fair,” I insisted. “I want a taste.” I pulled his mouth to mine and swiped my tongue inside. He rolled us to the side, and we settled into a comfortable position without breaking the kiss. I didn't know how long we lay there kissing and touching, but I could’ve stayed like that forever.
I didn’t know what we were doing. If this was a one-time thing or something more. I wanted to ask, but I also didn’t want to know if this meant something different to him than it did to me. I was trying to summon the courage to ask him when he said, “Trey, I can feel your brain whirling over there. What are you thinking?”
Well, he asked, so I’d figured I might as well just say it. “I was thinking that I know I said I’d only had random hook-ups in clubs. But I’m not sure I can do that with you. I should’ve said something before,”—I motioned between us—“that happened, but I didn’t.”
“Babe, this was never just a hook-up to me. This is so much bigger than that. I can’t tell you what it is, because it’s early days, but what I know is that I want to find out.” He smiled at me softly, and then kissed me so tenderly, I thought my heart might explode.