Page 17 of Spilled Coffee

“Fuck… that’s good,” Ethan groaned, hips twitching despite his best efforts.

Logan’s own hardness pressed into the small of Ethan’s back, hot and insistent, a tease of what was to come and Ethan couldn’t resist rubbing against it, coaxing a muffled groan followed by a sharp slap to his ass.

“Cut that out,” Logan chuckled, delivering another slap as he quickened the pace, only to suddenly withdraw his hand.

Ethan twisted, panic flaring.

“Did I tell you to stop? I want you to make yourself cum.”

“No, please… I want you to do it,” Ethan begged, his hand faltering as he tried to slow the inevitable. He wasn’t ready to let this end, determined to prove he could last, even as his balls tightened. The bench creaked beneath him, the air thick with thescent of sweat and lust. “I can’t hold on,” he groaned, his free hand clawing the bench for leverage.

“Be a good boy,” Logan purred, his breath hot on Ethan’s neck, “and keep going. But don’t cum yet, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Ethan’s mind raced, the sound of movement behind him fueling his frenzy. “Logan…” he panted, “whatever you have planned, I want it. Every night, I’ve been dreaming of doing this with you.”

Logan raked his eyes over Ethan’s body sprawled before him—toned muscle glistening with sweat, hand working himself in a steady, frantic rhythm.Fucking gorgeous, he thought, his own cock hardening with fierce intensity.

He’d never been someone’s first, and memories of his own first time flashed through his mind. Devon was the first time he’d been with a man and he’d been patient, easing him into it with strong hands and soft words. That was before things got rough.

The bar hookups that followed were quick and dirty, and devoid of emotional ties. He made sure to keep that side of him locked away from work and family. But Ethan? Ethan was different. Ethan was too real, and it gnawed at him with a volatile blend of exhilaration and dread.

He’d come prepared and unrolling a towel on the bench, he revealed a bottle of lube and a thick black plug that made his pulse kick up.

He slicked his fingers, then drizzled the warmed liquid down Ethan’s crack.

“Oh God…” Ethan convulsed, a groan roaring from his throat as the oil seeped around his hole, slick and invasive. It ignited every nerve in his body. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”

“You like that?” Logan teased, watching Ethan’s face twist, half frown, half bliss.

“Oh, yeah…” Ethan breathed. “Please, just fuck me. I can take it?—”

A firm reprimand cut him off. “No,” Logan growled, “we’re doing it my way. Now, hold still.”

Ethan frowned, disappointment flickering, but he obeyed, slowing his strokes to stave off the orgasm clawing at him. His cock wept thick beads of pre-cum, his balls ready to explode if he didn’t release soon.

He bit his lip hard, determined to please Logan—to show he wasn’t some kid who’d blow too fast.

Logan worked the lube deeper, circling him with a finger before sliding it inside, slow and deliberate, stretching him open.

“Oh… my… Fuck!” Ethan gasped, chest heaving as Logan drove him to the brink. The intrusion burned, then bloomed into something else—deep and overwhelming.

His composure unraveled completely as a second finger joined the first, and Ethan’s moan stretched long and raw, echoing off the walls. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it?—”

His hand sped up as his body begged for release.

Logan grinned as he fucked Ethan with his fingers. “See why we didn’t rush,” he rasped. “Don’t cum yet. I have one more thing for you.”

“I can’t—” Ethan’s body was slick with sweat, every muscle taut as he fought the inevitable.

Logan withdrew his fingers and added more lube. “Just breathe, you’re doing good.” He kept his voice low and coaxing as he pressed the plug against his entrance. His own cock pulsed as Ethan’s groans pushed him to the edge.

Ethan faltered, craning to look, eyes wide. “What the hell is that?”

“Relax,” Logan soothed. “It’s a toy.” He adjusted Ethan’s position, lifting his hips higher. “You ready?”

“I guess…” Ethan nodded, and despite the nerves in his gut, he surrendered completely. Release washed over him, hot cum spilling across the towel in thick spurts as every muscle locked tight.

Logan eased the toy past the resistance, sliding it home slow and deep. “Good boy,” he growled with approval as he admired the sight of Ethan trembling, spent but still hungry.

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