that had Lukas crying out. He was leaking profusely—John manhandling him always got his motor running like crazy—but the friction was still almost too much, a little too painful.
He grunted with John’s next thrust and grimaced. “John…”
John bit his neck in response, and Lukas threw his head back as pleasure shot through him. He was absently aware of John leaning back just a little, and then he heard him spit twice before wrapping a hand around their erections.
“So gross. We are so showering after this,” Lukas muttered, then bit off another moan. He released one hand from where it gripped John’s shoulder and threw it out to slap against the wall, trying to find purchase as his world spun out of control.
“Licking my ass is okay, but me spitting on our dicks is gross?” John asked, his voice deep and guttural. They both moaned when he tightened his grip just under their heads, squeezing out more precum before gathering it and rubbing it along their hard lengths.
Once their dicks were slick enough, John let go and grabbed Lukas’s ass with both hands, using his hold to adjust Lukas’s hips, then shoving forward. The spit and precum wasn’t proper lube, but it eased the friction just enough that Lukas could get lost in the sensation of their cocks rubbing together and against their abdomens. John’s stomach was soft and covered in coarse hair that felt amazing. He humped himself against John’s belly harder with the little leverage he had, chasing the feeling of ecstasy. He always tried to be careful not to draw attention to how much he loved the feel of John’s stomach because he knew how self-conscious he was about it, but rubbing himself against the softness was driving him crazy so fast he knew he’d come quickly.
“Feels so good,” he groaned, then gasped when the large head of John’s cock caught the edge of his own, sending a zing of pleasure straight to Lukas’s toes. “Fuck! Harder, John. God dammit, make me come.”
“So bossy, baby,” John said, grunting with each thrust of his hips.
The window was rattling in the door they were hitting it so hard, and Lukas absently heard Ruby bark on the other side, wanting back inside.
“So close. Please. Fuck, put a finger in me,” he begged, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He couldn’t do anything but take the rough thrusts of John’s hips and bask in the insane pleasure coursing through him.
One of John’s hands released their hold for a second, then was back, a wet finger pressing against his hole insistently. He whimpered and wiggled his hips, trying to get the thick digit inside him as fast as possible. He just knew he’d be able come once John was inside him, petting his gland and rubbing his soft belly against his cock.
Lukas threaded his fingers into John’s short hair and pulled. “Now now now now.”
The finger entered him without another moment of hesitation, shoving all the way in and pegging his prostate.
“Fuck, yes!” he cried out as his cock spurted between them, cum flying up and hitting just below his collarbone.
John rubbed his gland over and over, causing Lukas to moan and his dick to dribble a little more spunk. He was panting heavily when John leaned down and licked at the cum he could reach, then kissed Lukas hard, pushing his tongue in and sharing the thick semen.
Lukas whimpered as his hold on John gentled, his body becoming more pliant so John could take what he needed to find his own release. His thrusts sped up just a little but lost their rhythm as John’s finger slipped from his hole, and he grasped both ass cheeks firmly, holding Lukas exactly how he wanted him.
The stimulation against his softening dick was starting to become too much, but then John was there, his big body clenching tight, and he ripped his mouth away from Lukas’s to throw back his head and yell his release. Lukas watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, reveling in how gorgeous he was with his jaw and eyes clenched tightly shut, tendons standing out in his neck.
It took a few minutes before John slowly lowered Lukas back to the ground, but he kept their bodies close together.
“That was unexpected,” Lukas finally murmured, absently petting John’s furry chest and belly and rubbing their cum into his skin.
John looked down with an eyebrow raised. “So, where’s the line on grossness? Cum is okay, but spit isn’t?”
Laughter bubbled up and erupted out of