"Stay still," I said. "Take what I give you."
He whimpered and went still, and I rewarded him by pressing my mouth back to his hole. I ate him out while I fingered him, tongue and fingers working together, and he was shaking so hard the whole bed was moving. His moans had gone incoherent, just sounds now, and I could feel his hole clenching around my fingers every time I pressed against his prostate.
"Please," he sobbed. "Please, Sparkles, I can't—I need to come, please let me come—"
I pulled my mouth away but kept my fingers inside him, pressing hard against his prostate. "What’s my name again?"
"Fuck—Joel—I mean…Sparkles!"
"There you go." I twisted my fingers and rubbed hard against that spot.
He came with a shout, untouched, his whole body convulsing. I worked him through it, pressing against his prostate until he was whimpering from overstimulation, and then I pulled my fingers out and flipped him onto his back.
His face was wet with tears, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching against his stomach. He looked ruined. He looked perfect.
"I'm not done with you," I said.
His eyes went wide. "I can't—I just came—"
"You can." I reached for the lube on his nightstand and slicked myself up, then lined up against his hole. "You will."
I pushed into him slowly, watching his face as I did. He was still loose from my fingers, wet and open, and I slid in with almost no resistance. He gasped and his hands came up to grab my shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to hurt.
"Okay?" I asked when I was all the way in.
"More than okay." His voice was wrecked. "Move."
I started slow, letting him feel every inch of me, the drag and push of it. He was oversensitive from his orgasm, twitching every time I bottomed out, making small punched-out sounds.
"Look at you," I said. "Already getting hard again."
"I can't help it." He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "You feel so good inside me."
I fucked into him harder, chasing my own pleasure now. He was finally here, finally mine, making sounds that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. His cock was fully hard again,slapping against his stomach with every thrust, and I wrapped my hand around it and stroked in time with my hips.
"Come again," I said. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
"I don't know if I can—"
"You can." I twisted my wrist on the upstroke and angled my hips to hit his prostate. "Come for me, Red. Let go."
He came with a sob, clenching hard around me, and the feel of him pulsing was enough to pull me over the edge. I buried myself deep and groaned against his neck as I came inside him.
We lay there in the aftermath, sticky and panting.
"Holy shit," he said.
I laughed against his shoulder. "Yeah."
He turned his head and kissed me. "I love you."
"I love you too." I pulled out carefully and rolled onto my back beside him. "We should shower."
"In a minute." He pressed his face into my chest. "Just stay here for a minute."
I smiled and stayed.
We showered together because we couldn't stand to be apart. Red's shower was big enough for two, and I washed his hair while he leaned back into my hands, eyes closed.