Page 3 of Hold Me Down

Travis huffed. "Hold your horses, I'm getting the supplies and you're just lying there, looking pretty."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, don't you?" Dave offered him a toothy grin. "Pretty enough to get a blowjob as you stretch me, I hope."

"Mouthy enough to risk not getting one, as it were," Travis tossed back.

It was a false threat—he was already settling in between Dave's legs, because of course he was getting his mouth on that cock. Dave made the best noises when Travis was fingering him and swallowing him down at the same time.

They didn't linger on prep usually, too eager to move forward, but they both enjoyed it and never skipped it like someguys did. While Dave might not require a lot of stretching, he did need at least some, since Travis's cock wasn't small—and Travis needed it, too, when the situation was reversed.

Now, his first finger went in without issue, and Dave sighed as Travis licked around the head of his cock.

"Yeah, like that."

Travis closed his mouth around the head and hummed, which earned him a breathy moan and fingers grabbing his hair. Dave always tried not to pull at it too hard, but Travis enjoyed the challenge of making him do so.

After all, what was better than driving a strong and capable man into losing control?

Not much, in his book.

The second finger followed the first, then Travis slipped the third one, crooking them just right, and Dave moaned louder and tightened his grip—only to pull Travis's head back a moment later.

"I was promised a hard fuck, so get to it, or I'm gonna come way too soon."

Travis stole another lick around the head before sitting back on his shins.

"As if you didn't like getting railed after an orgasm."

Still, he grabbed the condom and put it on as Dave rolled on his stomach and lifted his ass in a move that made Travis's throat dry.

Fuck, what an invitation.

It had been way too long since he'd eaten that ass.

He filed it away for later, because he had a different objective now. Balancing on his knees, he positioned himself right behind Dave and spread his ass cheeks apart.

"You ready?" he asked as he watched his thumb slipping into the space in between.

His cock was so close, almost brushing against Dave's hole, and all Travis needed was—

"More than ready, come on."

—that.

The first push inside always knocked the air out of his lungs, but Travis didn't stop. He pressed forward, slowly and surely, until he was all the way in that tight, tight heat.

Only then did he take another breath.

"Fuck…" He tightened his grip on Dave's hips and stared at the expanse of his back, clusters of freckles at the top dispersing into nothing on the way down, his skin shining with sweat. "Tell me when I can move."

"Now." Dave's muffled voice came a few seconds later. "Come on, get it."

An experimental push, then another at a different angle, and Dave's moan told Travis he found what he was looking for.

There wasn't much talking after that. Travis's pace was fast and hard, the sounds slipping out of Dave's mouth only urging him on,faster, harder, right there, yes. Dave came with a shout muffled by the pillow and Travis followed right after, swearing under his breath. He fell on top of Dave and nuzzled against the back of his neck as the tremors rushed through him for what felt like forever.

The way Dave smelled after sex was intoxicating, and if Travis could get it up again so soon after coming, it would be because of that mix of sweat, and metal, and Dave's spicy cologne against warm skin.

For now, breathing him in like that was enough, and Travis let his body go boneless, echoes of pleasure still reverberating through him but not needing his attention.

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