opened them again, Kyle noticed how glazed they looked. Eric’s gaze fixed on Kyle’s cock, so Kyle gave it a few lazy strokes for him.
“Can I—can you—” Eric gritted out. “Fuck. I can’t. I’m going to—”
“Let go,” Kyle said firmly.
Eric did, though he looked surprised about it. He scrubbed a hand over his face and groaned in frustration. Kyle sucked in a breath, and he felt like his heart had stopped. He could tell Eric was in agony, but he was willing to endure it. For Kyle. Fuck, it was staggering. He gripped the base of his own cock, and took a steadying breath, before reaching to pick up the toy again.
“Get on your knees,” he instructed, hoping the tremor in his voice wasn’t obvious. Eric was up in an instant, legs wide with his knees pressing hard into the mattress. He was magnificent.
Kyle bent to drop a soft kiss to the head of Eric’s weeping cock. It was an apology, and a promise. And a thank-you. He straightened, then slipped the toy over the head and held it still. “You’re doing the work this time. I want you to fuck it.”
Eric didn’t need to be asked twice. He braced his hands on Kyle’s shoulders and started thrusting into the toy with gusto. Kyle let out a whimper of his own as he watched him, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by this man.
“I wish that toy was me,” he said, daringly. He didn’t want to pressure Eric, but his head was full of awesome dirty thoughts and he wanted to share them. “I’d love to feel that thick cock of yours inside me. Fuck, I’ll bet you’d tear me apart with that thing.”
Eric grunted and thrust faster. He was so strong, and so fit. Kyle bet he could go for hours if he could hold off on coming. He could hold Kyle down and just pound into him.
“You picturing it?” Kyle asked. “You pretending this toy is me? That you’re stretching me and filling me and—”
Eric’s nostrils flared as he squeezed his eyes shut. Kyle yanked the toy away, and Eric screamed in frustration, humping the air uselessly.
Okay, maybe it was time.
“Lie down,” Kyle said gently. “On your back.”
“Please,” Eric whimpered.
As soon as Eric was arranged how Kyle wanted him, Kyle settled between his spread thighs. He took a moment to admire the results of all his hard work: Eric Bennett, flushed and glistening with sweat and lube. His eyes wild and pleading, and his hair damp and tangled against the pillow. Kyle slid a hand up one of Eric’s thighs, and watched Eric’s desperate cock twitch. His balls looked huge, full to bursting, and Kyle wanted to open the floodgate.
He started jerking him off. There was no teasing this time; he stroked hard and fast, cupping his loaded balls with the other hand. Eric begged him with his eyes, and Kyle nodded. “Yeah, gorgeous. Let’s see it.”
Two more pumps and Eric erupted. He arched off the bed, howling with relief as the first spray of his release hit his chest. Kyle moaned along with him as his own cock jerked and released precum, eager for his own release.
Kyle stroked Eric through his epic orgasm, watching in amazement as he kept spurting. He didn’t let him go until he was drained, his cock managing one last dribble to join the impressive amount of come that coated Eric’s stomach and chest.
“Oh my god,” Eric gasped. “That was—holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Kyle agreed breathlessly.
“I’ve never come like that. Fuck.”
Kyle pulled himself together, then chuckled. “Good, right?”
“Amazing. I didn’t know.”
“Stick with me, babe.” Kyle leaned down and kissed him. “I know all sorts of stuff.”
* * *
Both men rested beside each other while Eric caught his breath. He was so wrecked that it took him several minutes to notice that Kyle was calmly stroking himself. Eric rolled on his side to watch him.
“Can I help with that?”
Kyle smiled lazily at him. “I have a feeling you’d rather clean yourself up.”
Eric ducked his head, embarrassed by how accurate Kyle’s words were, but also touched by how well he knew him already. And by how considerate he was. “I’ll just be a second,” he promised.
“Take your time.”
He watched Kyle for another moment—he truly looked like he was in no hurry at all to finish, despite the fact that his cock was rock hard and glistening with precum—then went quickly to the bathroom.
He figured being drunk had to feel a bit like this. His