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“Did you just compare my dick to a snail?”
“Possibly. Yes… that’s… oh, God… that’s amazing… I’m… I’m…”
“Chatty,” I finished for him. Somehow, I got my lips onto his without moving inside him too much, though by now, my hips and my dick were screaming to have at it. “I love you telling me what you like,” I whispered, with another reassuring kiss and a tiny, testing-the-waters thrust. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Finally,finally,the waters were warm and inviting. God knows how, but I kept it slow. His legs curled around my back,his dick was still steely, and so, with my hands clenched in his, either side of his head, I drove in deep.
“Good?” I checked.
“Yeah, I’m…”
A more flexible cricket stump than he gave himself credit for. Every time I dragged out, his eyes opened wide, giving me a look hot enough to fry my senses. His ankles tightened around my neck. Grazing my belly on every thrust, his revived dick, hot and hard, leaked like a dripping tap. I wound the pace up as he began pushing back against me. Gradually, I lost myself in the tight grip of pleasure.
“This feels fantastic,” he whispered, pupils blown wide. “I feel like I’m getting a tummy rub, but from the inside.”
“I feel like I’m getting a dick massage from an entire legion of oiled-up Roman centurions.” I thrust deeper on a low groan. Snug, scorching heat enveloped me. Yep, it was fucking marvellous.
“I might have to rub your tummy a bit faster,” I gasped, as he lazily canted his hips. I wasn’t going to last much longer, not if his finger strayed any closer to my own hole and he carried on biting down on his bottom lip every time I dragged over his prostate.
“What would you do if I asked you to stop now, Ez?”
Oh fuck. “Cry.” An intense warmth licked down my spine, and I made a sound somewhere between a half moan, half hysterical giggle. “And then I’d come really, really quickly, because if I didn’t then… God, Isaac, I love you so much.” I withdrew slowly, so very slowly, then thrust deeper again. “Look at you.” My next few thrusts were more pounding, and the one after that sent a warning tingle shooting down my shaft. “So perfect for me.”
And then, with the one after that, I came, hot, violent, and endless.
After I filled the condom with several months’ worth of pent-up longing, my brain took a small hiatus from reality and conked out, leaving my body spreadeagled across Isaac.
“Did we really just do that?” His incredulous voice jerked me back to the real world. Fuck knows how much later it was. From the squelchy feeling between our bellies, he’d come too, thank fuck. Caught up in my own pleasure, I’d forgotten that part.
“I should check Jonty,” I said urgently, scrambling to my knees.
Isaac pulled me back onto him. “He’s fine, still snoring. Like his dad was two minutes ago.”
I slumped back down and poked him sharply in the ribs. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve just had sex with my brother.”
“And?” I grinned down at him.
He smiled sleepily. “A bit sore.”
Both of us knew the question was bigger than that. I gave him another prod. “And?”
“And it was amazing. And I can look you in the eye.” He did exactly that, with another cautious smile. “I feel loved, actually.”
“That’s because you are.”
I kissed the tip of his nose because he was also adorable. I’d told him I loved him, not an affirmation of the brotherly love we’d always shared, but as I was fucking him, when I’d been consumed by him. I kissed him again, for longer this time and wriggled, our soft dicks and emptied balls squidging in the sticky mess. “Boyfriend and brother of mine.”
Slipping out of bed, I cleaned up, checked on Jonty, and then we got comfy: me wrapped around Isaac, trying not to stick my bony bits into the tempting, more cushioned, parts of him.
“I think…I think this is us, Ezra,” he said into the dark. “The whole fucked up package. Except I don’t know where we go from here.”
My stomach lurched. “You don’t mean…”
“God, no.” His arm twisted around to stroke my hip. “No. This is the way we’re going to have to live. Because this is the way we feel about each other.”
