“Yeah. Yeah, God. Look at you.” Sky panted, rocking against him a little faster.
His hand slid from Sky’s neck back to the bed. He didn’t have enough breath for words, but he bent one knee up and out, offering himself to his lover, his husband, the hottest fucking man he’d ever known.
“Oh, Jesus…lube, babe.” Sky slid down his body, confusing him, until his husband ended up, head between his legs. “Lube.”
Then Sky grabbed his ass, spread him with his thumbs, and started licking.
He hissed and threw one arm out fingers barely reaching the nightstand. “I can…ah, fuck.” What was he doing? Oh. Lube.
Sky was driving his already sensitive body insane, tongue fucking him, lapping at him.
He shivered as everything from his ass to his abs fluttered and spasmed. Christ, he couldn’t hold on to a thought.
Lubelubelube
He threw his upper body toward the nightstand and found the lube, then tossed it at Sky.
Sky’s laughter buzzed against his whole body, making him twist, and when he cried out, Sky’s tongue slid away, dragging over his balls and toward his cock.
The vision of his cowboy, his lover, licking his belly and cock clean while two fingers pushed inside him was enough to make a man’s heart stop.
“Love.” Hopefully he’d managed to say that out loud. He couldn’t hear himself think for all of his own moaning, and thirtysomething or not, his prick was acting like it might come back for more.
“Love you, baby. Look at you, dancing on my fingers. Make me fucking hard.” Sky was on fire, biting and licking his way up Beck’s body, fucking him, opening him up.
“Want you, babe. Please.” Only Sky had ever made him need bad enough to beg and he gave it up, clenching around Sky’s fingers. “Please, babe.”
Sky nodded, teeth bared as he slicked himself up. “Need you.”
Then Sky lined up and pressed in, filling him with that fat cock.
He felt the sound he made vibrate in his chest, but it was hard to believe that deep groan had come from him. It felt perfect; he was so full and the burn was so sweet. “Babe.”
“Mmm…got you.” Sky moved in him, eyes closed, focused on steady, slow thrusts.
It had been so long, but his body remembered easily, arching and relaxing to let Sky move. In and out, Sky holding on, making him need.
Sky was over him, in him, he could smell and hear them together. There wasn’t anything left in the whole fucking world but this. And all he wanted was… “More. Fuck, babe. Want to feel you tomorrow.”
“Want you to shoot again. How long since you had a twofer?” Sky slammed in, rattling his bones.
He grunted and reached for Sky’s ass, grabbing it with both hands, knees hauled up high. “You know.” They hadn’t slept the night before Sky left four years ago.
“Fuck.” Sky slammed their lips together, driving hard, damn near sobbing into their kiss.
He gasped. Holy fuck, he was close again. His cock brushed against Sky’s abs, but it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough. The next time Sky drove in though, fireworks went off behind his eyelids. “Fuck yesyesyes!”
“Come on my cock.” Sky bit his bottom lip, staring into his eyes. “Now, babe. Please.”
He nodded, rolling up to meet Sky’s thrust and came with a shudder, mouth open but silent, eyes squeezed shut so tight there were sparkles in the darkness. His ass gripped Sky hard, enough to force tears out of the corners of his eyes.
Sky was humping into him restlessly as he came back down. Driving hard and graceless for a few short moments before Sky stiffened and moaned, heat filling him.
He could feel every bit of Sky from his husband’s chest heaving to the way Sky’s cock jerked and pulsed inside him. He leaned up and managed a slightly desperate kiss, stubbornly keeping on between their gasps and rough exhales.
“Love.” Sky’s breath shook out of him. “Damn.”
“Fuck, babe. I’m already sore.” He laughed, that wasn’t really true. Not a lot anyway.