He nodded, reaching down to stroke that heavy cock, from base to tip. “Gon’ feel so good.”
Kyle gasped. “Fuck. Already does.” He nearly slid off Kyle’s lap as his lover’s long legs unfolded out of the water, but Kyle caught him. “Couch. Stuff in the glass box on the side table.”
“Look at you, bein’ all prepared!” He clapped, tickled as shit.
“I’m a fucking Boy Scout. Pick one.” Kyle’s voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel.
He grabbed a rubber and a little packet of lube. “I’m drippin’ on your floor.”
His lover laughed at that. “All-weather couch. Tile floor. And your skin looks great wet.” Still, Kyle grabbed a small towel and dried off a little before handing it to Colt while he smoothed on the rubber.
Colt got himself sopped up, then crawled up on the sofa.
Kyle helped him settle on his knees and took his hands, hooking his fingers over the back of the couch. Then his lover leaned over him, opening the lube and whispering in his ear, “Tell me again how good it’s going to be?”
“You’re gonna open me up and turn my soul inside out, cher. I want it. You. Me.”
Cool lube and a slippery finger pressed up against his hole. “Right. Fuck. Just want to disappear in you.”
“Mm-hmm. Want to feel you for days.” He wasn’t averse to a good, hard fuck.
Kyle nodded, and he felt the intrusion of one slippery finger, swirling and stretching him, slicking him up. “I’m going to make you forget your name. Forget yourself. I’m going to make you sing a whole new song, lover.” A second finger joined the first, and Kyle groaned behind him. “You feel good already.”
All Colt could do was nod and sink into it, trusting Kyle to show him what he wanted.
A few more slow, firm strokes of his fingers, and then Kyle’s hand left him and gripped his hip instead. He felt the pressure of Kyle’s cock against him, pushing in, sweet and slow, sinking deeper little by little as they breathed together. “Colt. Tight, my God.”
“Uh-huh.” He groaned, not out of pain, but in desperation. The burn was deep, rich, and heneeded.
Kyle reached around and gave his cock a tug, caressed his balls, and then suddenly they were there, his ass pressed up against Kyle’s hips. “Mmm.” Kyle moved behind him, gently at first, fingers holding on to him and keeping things sane. But he could feel Kyle’s desire building. His lover’s cock jerked inside him, and Kyle groaned loudly. “Want you.”
“Cher.” He braced himself, ready to take it and ride. Kyle’s cock was a solid fire, throbbing inside him and making him breathless. Those fingers pulled at him. Kyle’s hips rocked against him a couple of times, then took him suddenly, strong and deep, rhythmic and powerful. “You feel so good, baby.”
A bass beat started pounding in the base of his skull, throbbing in a way that promised to take him right over.
Kyle didn’t tire and with the control of an athlete, urged that hard cock deeper still, shoving against his ass with every thrust, threatening to slice him right in half.
“Cher!” The sound tore out of him, loud and raw and pure need.
“That’s right, baby. Remember me, forget yourself. Sending you right out of your head.” Kyle’s voice was rough and dark but hardly sounded winded at all. That same relentless rhythm rocked him over and over.
His world spun, tightened to his ass and the pressure of that heavy cock.
Kyle grunted and leaned heavily over his back, bracing one knee on the couch. “Fuck, you’re so… oh God.” Kyle panted in his ear as the pace grew faster. “Fuck, baby.”
He sobbed, humping back onto Kyle, taking every inch, every fucking thing Kyle gave him.
The pace nearing frantic, Kyle whimpered and groaned for him, no sign of the composure he had just a few moments ago. “Want… oh fuck. Colt!”
He could feel Kyle start to tremble, a heavy presence at his back, strong hands grasping his hips and bruising into his flesh.
Colt moaned, the ache from Kyle’s fingers enough to shove him over the edge, make him shoot and bear down on Kyle’s cock.
Kyle cried out, long and loud, orgasm rocking them both, hips jerking and then finally going still. “Fuck. Fuck, love, so good.” Kyle dropped dozens of kisses on his back, and words of praise and love across his skin.
“So good.” He sounded broken to his own ears, just cracked.
“Everything.” Kyle slipped away for a second and then quietly coaxed Colt back into the hot tub. “You are everything, love.”