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“Stop.” It was barely more than a whisper, but Kyle released his cock and threw his head back, groaning. He panted for a few breaths, then lowered his head to meet Eric’s gaze.
“That was perfect, baby. I was right there. Holy shit.”
Eric’s chest was rising and falling rapidly too. He was exhilarated—full of pride and adrenaline and the constant pressing need to come. Kyle bent down, kissed him quickly, then slid down until he was kneeling between Eric’s legs on the bed. Without ceremony, he gripped Eric’s cock and stroked him hard.
“Fuck yes, Kyle. Make me come. Make me come. Make me—”
A finger slid back inside Eric’s ass, seeking and finding his prostate immediately, and Eric arched off the bed and screamed as his release finally erupted from him. His come shot up like a fountain before splashing down on his stomach and chest, some painting Kyle’s chest. Kyle kept pumping him, coaxing more jerks of his cock, more jets of cum from his balls until the last drop slipped out of his exhausted dick.
His finger stayed inside Eric for a moment after he released his cock. Kyle gently probed Eric’s prostate, which sent a final tremor racing through his spent body. “Fucking stunning,” Kyle said. “Fuck, it’s like you save it all for me.”
It was almost exactly what Eric did. He’d jerked off a few times over the past couple of weeks, but he’d thought only of Kyle each time. And he hadn’t gotten himself off at all for the past several days, hopeful that the next time would be with Kyle.
“I wanted you,” Eric said. “Wanted this.”
“I know you did.” Kyle was stroking himself again, still kneeling between Eric’s legs.
“Come here. Closer. I want to do that.”
Kyle huffed out a laugh as he moved to straddle Eric again. “Not gonna take long.”
“Do you want it to?”
“No. Can’t. Just make me come.”
Eric made a tight tunnel of his bound hands and held it in front of Kyle’s cock. “Will this work?”
Kyle pushed his cock into Eric’s hands and groaned. “Fuck, Eric. That works just fine. So sexy with those cuffs on.Fuck.”
He thrust eagerly, snapping his hips hard and fast, and Eric’s mouth went dry as he imagined him thrusting into his ass. He was sure his hole had relaxed a bit, just thinking about it.
“Want you to fuck me, Kyle. Someday.”
“Yeah, baby. Want that too. Fuck you just like this.”
“I want—I want to do everything. With you.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide, and Eric worried that he’d admitted too much, but then Kyle gasped and said, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Eric. Here it comes. I’m gonna—” His announcement trailed off into a loud moan, and then he stilled and shot his load all over Eric’s chest hair and even into Eric’s beard.
He collapsed on Eric, and Eric looped his bound hands over his head and held them tight around Kyle’s back. He held him close, nose pressed into Kyle’s hair as he listened to his breathing settle.
“You might be ruining me,” Kyle murmured finally. “Might not want anyone else after this.”
Well,thatwas a dangerous admission, and the way Kyle tensed in his arms told Eric that he knew it.
“It was fun,” Eric said lightly, ignoring the way his heart was expanding.
Kyle lifted his head and observed his face. “You have cum in your beard.”
“I know.”
“It’s hot.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to wash it out, though.”
“Coward.”
Eric chuckled and squeezed Kyle tighter.
