“I can do that, me.” Colt muscled up behind him, slick fingers sliding against him, into him. The touch was sure, firm enough that his abs drew up tight. “I reckon I can play you, make you sing real pretty for me.”
Oh, holy fuck that felt good. He nodded, which was easier than talking at the moment. “Yeah. I… uhn. Seems like you… fuck.” He pressed back into Colt’s hand with a groan. Brain, words, not happening.
Colt sang as he touched, the sounds random and wanton as he pressed deep, slicking and stretching him. He answered back with long, needful moans until it just wasn’t enough anymore and he couldn’t stop himself thrusting back hard. “Please. Colt.”
“Fuck, I love to see you move.” Colt didn’t tease, the heavy prick scraping along his ring of muscles, the pressure enough to make him grunt.
“I love to hear you talk.” It wasn’t just Colt’s sexy accent and the lovely creole lilt in his tone; it was the words Colt used and the way he used them.
Kyle dropped to his elbows to better the angle and arched back toward Colt, groaning as he started to stretch. The burn was so good.
Colt’s hand landed on the small of his back, steadying him as the short, slow strokes became long thrusts. The deliberate movement was maddening in just the right way, making him ache, Colt’s girth impressive. He rolled his hips back gently, meeting each thrust without pushing Colt at all. “Fuck yes.”
“Mm-hmm. No rushing.”
No, Colt was playing his body like that guitar, making each long strum vibrate through him, filling him up with each stroke. He relaxed, enjoying the connection. He was aware of his own reawakened erection, but it was only a light distraction at the moment. He was far more interested in Colt’s lovely sounds and the searing hot fingers digging into his hips.
“Cher.” A line of pure heat slid along his spine as Colt licked him, nice and slow.
He rounded his back, bending into the sensation, showing off his dancer’s flexibility in the best of ways. “I love how you say that.” And how it felt when Colt said it, meaningful and earnest.
Colt groaned and arched, the angle of the thrusts changing, shifting to light him up inside. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut as fireworks went off behind his lids. “Colt!”
“Mmm. La. There, hmm? Just so.”
Kyle moaned as Colt repeated the thrust again and again, pounding him mercilessly.
“Uhn. Fuck.”Breathe, he told himself. Colt was way too coherent, way too in control for him to race off on his own. But his balls ached, and he couldn’t help the grunting. Colt was strong as fuck. He used the only leverage he had and clenched down hard around Colt’s cock.
“Cher!” Colt rocked forward, slamming into him with a deep cry that sounded like it came from the pit of his stomach.
He threw his head back and shouted, he and Colt so perfectly in sync, moving together like they’d rehearsed this a million times together, rather than it being something so wonderfully new. “Colt!”
The tempo sped up, driving them deeper, higher, both of them grunting and crying out as the bedsprings laid out a rhythm.
He closed his eyes again, stopped thinking and started just feeling, the way he would with a complicated piece of music. He followed Colt’s strong lead with his whole body, and he began to tremble as a luscious heat spiraled in his belly.
“Soon.” The single word of warning rang in his head.
Soon, he thought,or maybe now. On Colt’s next thrust, he arched back so Colt’s cock hit him just right, and then tightened up, making sure Colt felt every spasm and ripple as his climax rolled through him. “Fuck, yes!”
A spate of patois poured out of Colt, low and foreign and filthy as Colt pressed deep and stiffened.
He was caught for a second between afterglow and laughter at Colt’s dirty little outburst. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t understood a word; he didn’t need to. He reached back and dug his fingers into Colt’s thigh as he fought for a deep breath.
“Damn, cher.” Colt leaned hard against his back.
He nodded, loving the weight of that incredible body on his. “Yeah. Damn.” That little word kind of said it all.
Colt stroked his belly, petting him with lazy, long strokes. It felt so good, but his knees weren’t going to hold him up much longer, let alone Colt too. He shifted, grunting as Colt’s cock left him.
“Ditch that and then let’s relax for a while together, hm?” He wanted to curl up against Colt, lay his head on Colt’s chest. He felt like he needed that, which was something new for him.
“Yeah. Then we can go eat or order pizza. Whatever. I just want to be with you.”
Kyle smiled. “I was thinking the same thing, baby.” He tugged the covers down and climbed into the sheets while he waited for Colt to get back. Colt grabbed a bottle of water and toweled himself off before crawling into his arms, offering him a drink.
“Oh, thanks.” He took a big sip and handed it back. “Mmm. You feel so good.” He could just enjoy this for what it was. They were adults; they didn’t have to apologize for wanting each other. After their first night together, it hadn’t even occurred to Kyle that Colt wouldn’t want exactly what he did. They’d connected on some level he didn’t have words for yet.