It hurt worse than before, but the burn and stretch made Bryce’s stomach tighten. Made him burn hotter. He shivered and arched his back in a silent plea when Felix finally pulled away.
“Condom?” Bryce asked, his voice ragged and broken. As much as he wanted Felix in him, he wasn’t stupid enough to take a chance with either of their health by not being careful.
“Already got it. Ready?” Felix sounded out of breath when he answered.
Bryce nodded in agreement. He pushed his face into the mattress, let his knees slide apart a bit more, and waited. Felix made a low, pained noise behind him, and then gripped Bryce by the back of his neck. Felix’s cock pressed firmly against his slick hole.
Bryce forced himself to relax, to welcome Felix inside, and was rewarded with the slow slide of Felix’s cock breaching him. The fit was still tight even though he’d been stretched, but it felt good, hot and hard and perfect. Bryce bucked back, trying to take even more.
Felix squeezed his neck, a sort of silent warning or a plea, and Bryce stilled. He didn’t have the self-restraint to be patient for long. Felix didn’t hesitate again. He slid deeper inside Bryce, the sensation making Bryce’s cock throb against his sheets. He got even harder and thicker as need rushed through him. Still Felix took it slow, as if he was basking in the moment.
Then he finally bottomed out. They both groaned.
Neither of them moved for a moment. The only sound in the room was their own harsh breathing. Felix pulled back slowly, and then thrust forward again with a snap of his hips. He sank deeper inside of Bryce who moaned, low and dirty and ragged, at the feel. The sound seemed to spur him on, because Felix practically growled and slammed his hips forward again, hard and brutal. His grip on the back of Bryce’s neck tightened further. Bryce was sure he would end up with bruises, but he liked the idea.
“Wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you, face sweaty and clothes too tight.” Felix sounded broken, his words a dark companion to the rhythm of his hips.
Felix found the perfect angle, and Bryce moaned and pushed back into Felix’s thrusts. Stars lit up behind his eyelids. It was all going to be over embarrassingly fast on his part. The way Felix kept talking, kept whispering into the room around them as if he couldn’t force himself to be quiet, only made things worse.
“You looked so fuckable, and I just wanted to get my hands on you, wanted to drag you to a dark corner and have you against a wall. Thought I’d never get the chance to, thought I’d never see you again till you showed up at the school.”
Felix’s hips stuttered. His thrusts were still deep and hard, but the rhythm had begun to falter.
“Now I’ve got you and I wanna do so much with you, Bryce. So much,” Felix said, the words practically a growl. The hand gripping the back of Bryce’s neck moved away then reappeared, stroking Bryce’s cock.
Bryce barely held back his shout at the first few strokes, but then Felix twisted his wrist, pressed the pad of his thumb down against the underside of Bryce’s cock. His vision whited out. He came, hot and wet over the circle of Felix’s fingers. Bryce clenched his muscles down tight around Felix. With a painful sounding hiss, Felix followed him over the edge.
They panted together in silence for a moment, Felix’s body a hot, heavy weight on Bryce’s back, and then Felix pulled out of him slowly and carefully. Bryce collapsed onto his stomach, mind dazed and body exhausted. He barely registered it as Felix moved off the bed and into the adjoining bathroom. The cool cloth on his back and ass as Felix wiped him down was a welcome relief.
He came back around fully a few minutes later. He managed to turn his head and gazed at Felix who laid out beside him. The other man stroked a hand soothingly down Bryce’s spine. He smiled at Felix, drowsy, tilting his head back to receive the soft kiss Felix gave him.
He was almost asleep when Felix’s voice drifted to him, low and tired and obviously amused.
“No wonder the sky is gray today. All of the blue is in your eyes.”
“It’s night, and my eyes are brown.” Bryce didn’t even bother opening his eyes as he spoke. He just smiled and let Felix’s heat lull him closer to sleep.
“Eh,” Felix said, his voice soft and hazy and dream-like. “Semantics.
The End
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