Page 45 of Paradise

“Thought you were sleepy,” Jonah teased, but his expression was getting hungry.

“That was before. This is now. Try to keep up, sweetheart.”

“How long,” Jonah asked, rubbing Garrett’s throbbing cock, “do you think it would take me to get you off?”

“The first time? Maybe five seconds.” Garrett gasped. “Let’s find out.”

“Let’s.” Jonah moved in for a kiss as he pulled Garrett’s pants down his thighs, then gripped his length and stroked him. Jonah had big hands, calloused in just the right places, and even though his palm was dry, Garrett was leaking enough to compensate, to make what should have been too much friction a delicious pull and glide, and then Jonah brought his palm up to the head and rolled it around in a circle, and that—

Fuuuuck. Garrett moaned into his lover’s mouth and brought one leg up to rock Jonah’s body against his as he came. Well. Sothat might not have even been five seconds, but it was so good he’d had to let it happen. Jonah pulled back from the kiss with a grin and rubbed his tacky, wet hand off on the sheets. “You’re a quick shot, baby.”

“I warned you,” Garrett replied loftily, still riding the endorphins. “But I think I could last for longer if you want to go again.”

“You think you can?”

Garrett smiled. “I’ve been through this before. I’m probably going to stay hard for hours.”

Jonah pushed Garrett over onto his back and shimmied down his body. Jonah was in a pair of sleep shorts and nothing else, and Garrett enjoyed having so much naked skin pressed so close to him. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and made space for Jonah between his legs. “You have someone to help you through it last time?” Jonah asked, his voice a little throaty as he leaned in and licked the head of Garrett’s cock. Garrett shivered.

“Just me and my toys,” Garrett replied. “It was a quarantine situation.”

“Have to tell me about it sometime.” Jonah licked again, and Garrett lost track of what he was going to reply as his fiancé started to use his mouth on him, licking a slow line up the length of his cock before dipping down over the head and swirling his tongue around in a circle.

“Gaah—ungh.”

Jonah hummed approvingly at Garrett’s incoherence, and Garrett shut his eyes and tried to ride out the first, sharpest sensations. He was doing okay, he really was, he could handle the swirly thing and the way Jonah’s throat relaxed to let him in so deep, and he could hold out against the warm, wet pressure and the way the strands of Jonah’s hair tickled when they fell across his abdomen and thighs, but then Jonah pushed aslick finger into Garrett’s incredibly tight ass and touched his prostate, and it happened so fast that he had no time to react, no time to give any warning at all, he just thrust his hips forward and came into Jonah’s mouth. Jonah drank it all down and then waited patiently for Garrett to get his voice back.

“You—uhm—you should fuck me,” Garrett panted. The finger was still inside of him, moving gently. “It’ll feel amazing, I swear.”

“I want to, but I think you’re still too tight for that, darlin’. Gonna need some prep first.”

Garrett was mostly blissed-out during the manhandling, and by the time he was really aware that he was on his stomach with the bed adjusted to lift his hips, his legs spread obscenely wide, Jonah’s tongue was already tracing a circle around his hole. “Yesss,” he hissed, and his fingers clutched the sheets convulsively when Jonah started to press his tongue inside.

Despite having come twice, Garrett was still hard. It actually ached a little, in a good way, and his ass was gradually opening up to Jonah’s patient attention. He moaned and pressed back against that thick, flexible muscle, trying to relax and let Jonah inside.

Garrett loved this, he loved being touched so intimately. It was one of the few things that he’d never found a toy to be able to adequately replicate. Simple fucking was easy enough to mimic, but having his lover’s mouth so close to him, having his tongue going someplace so utterly personal, that was special. He let Jonah work him open, sometimes substituting his fingers for his tongue, and reveled in it.

“I love it when you’re in me,” Garrett said as he began to get close again. “I don’t care what part you use, I want all of them, I want your tongue and your fingers and your dick, I want your whole hand in me.” Jonah’s fingers jerked against his prostate,and Garrett groaned. “You’ve never done that, have you?” he breathed.

“No,” Jonah said, and his voice was gravelly with need.

“It’s so good. There’s nothing like it, and you’d love it, you’d be looking at it and wondering how I could possibly take you like that, and your hand would be so warm and everything so soft, and I’d be going crazy, and you’d feel it, every movement I made, inside and out.” Garrett was warming to the idea. “I want you to do that. I want it now.”

“No time right now,” Jonah ground out, and then he was stretched out against Garrett’s back, holding his hips at the right angle as he quickly slid inside of Garrett. He’d lubed himself up at some point, clever man, so it was an easy enough glide after all the preparation, and Garrett sighed with satisfaction and reached down for his cock.

“No, baby.” Jonah caught his hands and pressed them flat to the bed. “No touching. You don’t need it, you’re just gonna come from my cock inside of you.” He rolled his hips, and any objections Garrett might have had melted away with the pleasure of the motion. Pleasure … it seemed like a pallid word for something that felt so fucking good.

Jonah leaned on him heavily, working in and out of Garrett’s tight channel in a slow, deep rhythm. Garrett tried to rub against the bed, but Jonah’s weight was too much, he had almost no room to shift, and so after a few minutes, he stopped trying and just relaxed into the fuck.

“That’s it, baby.” Jonah started to speed up, his breath coming unevenly. “Hell, you’re so fuckin’ tight, even with … Garrett,god…”

His thrusts grew shorter and sharper, bumping against Garrett’s prostate with every new penetration, and Garrett felt it start, felt the base of his spine start to tighten as his ass began to clench, felt his back arch and his fingers dig into the pillow ashis third orgasm, slower and more deliberate than the other two, took control of his body. He didn’t know what kinds of sounds he was making, he just knew they were loud and filled his head. His dick felt unbearably hard, and with the very next thrust, with the tiny rubbing movement it gave him against the sheets, he was done. He came, and it felt like a wave of fire rushing over his body, fast to flicker to life and slow to burn out. Garrett pumped his load onto the bed, slicking up his stomach, and just as he started to come down, Jonah thrust in one more time and stayed in, as deep as he could go, groaning loudly, almost mournfully, as he orgasmed. “Fuckfuckfuck… Garrett, darlin’ …”

Jonah stayed inside of him for as long as he could before slipping free. “That was amazin’,” he said, rolling Garrett over into his arms. “How did you—oh, baby.” The look of astonishment on his face was quite frankly amusing. “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“Nope,” Garrett purred smugly, rubbing his erection against Jonah’s belly. “What can I say, it’s good to be me right now!”

“Well, give me a minute, and I’ll help you out with that.”

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