Page 52 of Butterfly

It wasn’t enough. Ollie wanted more cum on Teddy’s body,hiscum.

Teddy exhaled again. A small smile curled his lips. Ollie made them part when he started using both hands on Teddy’s cock at the same time.

Teddy looked like he was in utter paradise, and Ollie was happy keeping him there, slowly working Teddy’s cock, but he had a plan.

One born out of desperation and need.

Ollie shuffled up the bed on his knees, lifting Teddy’s cock, getting it in the right position. He pressed Teddy’s slick cock head to his hole, baring down enough to open himself, but not enough for Teddy’s cock to enter.

Teddy’s eyes shot open. He stopped breathing.

Ollie froze too, and they were suspended in the moment.

“I got myself ready for you,” Ollie blurted. “Had a shower, then used my fingers…”

Teddy’s wide eyes fixed on Ollie’s mouth as he waited for him to say more.

“I stretched myself open in your bed.” Ollie bit his lip. “I almost came a few times but managed to hold back.”

He wanted this; he wanted it so much he’d beg for it.

Teddy took in a deep breath, closing his eyes, then eased it out while shaking his head. Ollie’s gut sank for all of two seconds, then Teddy began to chuckle, and he reopened his eyes, gazing up at Ollie.

His smile said many things, awe, and disbelief, and maybe there was ‘you mischievous shit’ thrown in there too.

“I’ve been very patient,” Ollie reminded him with a pout. “But there’s only so much a guy can take.”

Teddy sighed again, taking hold of Ollie’s hips. He pulled him down, letting Ollie’s hole sink over him. Ollie dug his nails into Teddy as he was stuffed full. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide.

Teddy’s groan was pure pleasure as Ollie bottomed out. It was the best sound in the whole damn world, and Ollie wanted to hear it as many times as he could. He lifted onto his knees, letting Teddy’s cock drag over his prostate on the way out before lowering himself again.

He’d had Teddy’s fingers, and his tongue, and it was no surprise to Ollie he loved taking his cock too. There was something extra hot about pulling Teddy all the way out, and having his cock open him up all over again. The vulnerability every time and the oh my God moment of realising Teddy was inside him like that.

“I love it already,” Ollie admitted after only taking him in three times.

It was heat, and intrusion, and the feeling of being opened up by the only man Ollie had ever trusted. Each time he sank down, he got bolder, harder. It didn’t hurt. Teddy loved using his fingers on Ollie, all of them; he could take the stretch, but the depth was new. He slowed down just to feel every inch of Teddy sliding into him, amazed at his body swallowing him up.

“Why have you denied me this so long?” Ollie asked with an extra whiny quality to his voice.

Teddy surged up, and Ollie gripped his shoulders as he shuffled around to rest his back to the wall. They were face to face, both panting, and Ollie’s question seemed to hang there.

Teddy brushed his fingers across Ollie’s flushed forehead, then cupped his face. The intense look in Teddy’s gaze fluttered Ollie’s heart, and he understood.

He’d made Ollie wait so he could look at Ollie like that, and Ollie would look right back at him in the same way. It was sex, but it was more, so much more.

Ollie had the voice to say what it was, but he didn’t.

He didn’t, just in case it was one of those rare times, the one in ten times, where he’d misunderstood. His heart raced, fluttering in his chest. Teddy pushed his back off the wall, wrapping an arm around Ollie to keep them pressed together. He didn’t look away from Ollie’s eyes, and Ollie didn’t look away from his, and they both felt the other’s heart pounding. It was erotic and romantic, and Teddy held him like that for a few minutes before settling against the wall once again and gripping Ollie’s hips.

He started lifting and lowering, lifting and lowering, finding a rhythm between them without looking away.

Ollie’s eyes burned, and he shut them before he could do something as mortifying as crying.

Teddy kissed him, and Ollie reciprocated. It was wet, hot, and messy with the scratch of damp beard and the softness of Teddy’s lips.

Ollie surrendered to him; he surrendered his mouth, and his body too, as Teddy moved him up and down over his cock.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Ollie gasped.

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