He lifted himself off Sol’s dick and turned to face the foot of the bed. Sol had placed a mirror on the wall not long after they’d moved into the cabin, and watching their reflections as they made love was at the top of Sol’s list.
His next move was a mirror on the ceiling, but he had an idea Butch might balk at that.
Butch sat astride him and guided Sol’s dick back to his hole. He sank down with a groan, then leaned back, his body rising and falling slowly.
Sol placed his hands on Butch’s waist. “Can you see how fucking beautiful you are? This is what I get to see every time I’m inside you.”
See how amazing you look getting fucked.
Butch stared at his reflection. His chest was flushed, his neck and face too, the light catching on the sheen of sweat covering him.
“Play with your dick.”
He leaned on one hand and wrapped the other around his solid as fuck cock, tugging on it as he impaled himself on Sol’s shaft, watching the way his body undulated as he rode it. He shivered when Sol reached up to tease his nipple, and he tugged harder, speeding up his movements.
“Are you watching?”
Butch managed a throaty chuckle. “Can’t really miss me. That mirror’s huge.”
“This is why I bought it.”
There was something illicit about seeing himself with Sol’s cock sliding in and out of him, that sent a wicked thrill through him.
The thought that followed was even more wicked, and he blurted it before he had the chance to change his mind.
“You ever thought about recording us?” His heart pounded.
“On my phone?”
“Yeah.” He paused. “I… I wanna see your cock in my hole.”
Sol stroked his back. “I am so fucking proud of you.” His voice sounded kinda tight.
“Why?”
“Because you’ve come a long way in two years. And yes, I’ll record us. How about we make a sex tape, just for us? You’d get to see my shaft driving into your ass, my tongue in your hole… my dick pulsing cum into you.”
Holy fuck.
Butch quickened his hand, reaching up to tweak his nipple, rocking harder, Sol’s fingers digging into his sides. A moment later, warmth coated his hand, and he shuddered, letting out a low moan of pleasure. When his heartbeat resumed its usual rhythm, Sol began to move once more, tilting his hips to slide his dick in and out, picking up speed. Butch did his best to do what Sol had taught him. He tightened his body around Sol’s shaft, and was rewarded with Sol’s groan.
“Good boy.”
Those words lit him up inside, just like they always did. Butch did it again, and again, unable to suppress his cry when Sol’s cock throbbed inside him.
At last Sol stopped moving, his dick wedged in Butch’s hole. “I think you liked that idea.”
Butch eased himself off Sol’s cock and flopped onto the mattress beside him. They lay entwined, kissing and touching, both of them sticky with cum. Butch buried his face in Sol’s neck.
“Did you mean that? About bein’ proud of me?”
Sol tilted Butch’s chin with his fingers. “You don’t accept praise easily, do you?”
“The boss tells me when I do a good job, and I’m okay with that. But as for what we do in here… that’s kinda new. I mean, no one ever told me I was good in bed before.”
Sol smiled. “Then you were with the wrong partners.” He kissed Butch’s forehead. “You’ve gone from being someone who couldn’t even acknowledge he was bi, who buried his feelings, to a man who knows what he likes, what he wants, and asks for it—with no shame.” Another kiss to Butch’s forehead. “A man who is okay with asking his partner to cuff him to the bed now and then. A man who will wear a cock cage simply because he knows the pleasure at the end will be worth it, but he also does it because it makes his partner happy.” Sol pulled Butch againsthim, his body damp. “You’re an unselfish, generous, awesome man, Butch Buchanan, and I love you.”
Butch’s throat tightened. “Love you too.”