He let go of Jude so he could push up on his elbows, and he met those dark, amber-drizzled eyes. “I’m going to come.”
It was a warning, one Jude heeded. He pulled off with a wet pop, then tongued his slit before letting it go. “Do you want to come now, or when I’m inside you?”
He knew what the answer should be. He was already too fucking close, too fucking deep in his mess of feelings. He should come now, then let Jude use him until he was sated, because looking into this man’s eyes while his orgasm crashed through him would be too much.
But he also wasn’t willing to give up the chance, because he wasn’t sure he’d get another one.
“Fuck me,” he breathed out.
Jude’s expression didn’t change much, but he didn’t break eye contact as he reached for the condoms. Kicks felt him shifting, heard the lube cap again, then felt careful fingers touch the base of the plug. Instead of pulling it out, Jude pushed it in deeper, then out an inch, then in. He fucked him with it until Kicks was all-but trembling, a weak whimper escaping his chest.
No one had ever done this. No one had ever really touched him like he was worth something. No one had ever taken their time.
No one had cared.
He was lost to the sensation, and he groaned when Jude pulled the thing out, and just when he was expecting to be filled, Jude rolled onto his back and reached for Kicks. “It’ll have to be like this. My knee can’t take it anymore. But I am still controlling this, do you understand?”
Kicks trembled. “Yes.”
Jude dragged the edges of his nails up Kicks’ thighs and forced their gazes to hold. “I’m going to take such good care of you. You’re good and perfect and you deserve it. All you have to do is trust me.”
Kicks let out a heavy whimper and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t know what to say—didn’t quite know how to express how needy and terrified he felt. And how ready he was to give in.
So instead, he just went into action. He straddled Jude’s hips, holding his own thighs wide, and let the other man’s hands guide him. He was held open and basked in the feeling of being just barely breached, and then he sank down with a heavy breath at Jude’s urging. Jude’s groan washed over him as he dropped all of his weight, and he was suddenly lost in the man’s expression of pure ecstasy.
“So good. So tight, just like I knew you would be,” Jude said. He breathed out, then reached one hand up and curled it around the front of Kicks’ throat again—just enough pressure to hold him there. “Roll your hips.”
Kicks let out a grunt, and then he did. Pleasure shot up his spine, and it took everything in him to stay present in the moment and not lose himself to his base desires.
“Bloody hell, yes. Just like that.” He dragged one hand up Kicks’ thigh, digging his fingers into his hip, urging him now to lift up and fall back down. “That’s right, fuck yourself. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Kicks moved mindlessly, ass slapping against Jude’s thighs as he obeyed, his thoughts fading into the pleasure creeping through his limbs and threatening to overwhelm him.
“Look at you.” Jude’s words cut through his haze. “Look at your cock.”
Kicks felt his throat get tight, and he finally allowed himself a glance down. He was thick and red, dribbling from the slit—desperate as Jude’s fingers curled around the base and denied him sensation. Not that he’d need it. He felt Jude’s cock graze his prostate with his next fall, and a grunt escaped his chest.
“I want you to come,” Jude said. He gave him an almost painfully slow stroke from root to tip, cupping the head of his dick before dragging his hand back down. “Give yourself over. Fuck yourself and make it good.”
Squeezing his eyelids, he watched sparks erupt behind his eye, felt how full he was. He let out a sharp grunt when Jude’s hand stroked his cock again, and it only took two short, tight ones before he lost himself.
His orgasm hit without any real warning, his body curving forward. Jude’s hands were pulling him even as he was thrusting up, and he claimed his mouth in a messy, sharp kiss with teeth digging into his lower lip.
He gasped into it as he felt Jude’s hips stutter, as