Page 18 of Treehouse Whispers
Jamie smirked and leaned down to kiss the head of Benji’s cock as he removed his fingers slowly. Benji winced yet felt empty. “Hurry!”
He watched as Jamie reached for the bottle again and squeezed some lube onto his hand. Jamie paused before transferring it to his own cock and eyed Benji. “I didn’t ask. Do you want me to use a condom?”
Benji ogled Jamie. “No, I want you bare. We’re both clear. We know it.” They went to the clinic together regularly to get tested.
Jamie smiled and fisted his cock, smearing the lube around until it was coated. He leaned forward onto his forearms and kissed Benji. His tongue licked into Benji’s mouth as their cocks thrust together, their moans melding. One final swipe of his tongue and Jamie lifted off. Bracing himself on one hand, he reached for his cock with the other and rested it against Benji’s hole.
“You ready?” Jamie asked hoarsely.
“Always,” Benji replied.
Jamie began to push against his ass, and Benji bore down, making entering easier after he passed the tight ring of muscles. He steadily pushed, gaze locked on Benji’s face the whole time until he was fully seated. Both let out a breath but neither moved as they stared at each other. Jamie leaned down, resting on his forearms again.
“Hey,” he whispered against Benji’s lips.
“Hi,” Benji said, shy for some reason he couldn’t understand.
“I love you, Benji.”
“I love you, Jamie.”
With those words, Jamie pulled back his hips and began to thrust in a gentle rhythm, his cock dragging against Benji’s insides with every movement.
“Fucking hell! Harder!” Benji pleaded, hands gripping tightly to Jamie’s back, his cock weeping constantly between them.
Jamie lifted off Benji to increase his speed, holding Benji’s hips, their skin slick with sweat and precome. He moved his arms underneath Benji’s legs, lifting them and changing the angle, resting his hands on the bed and thrusting his hips faster.
“Fuck, Benji! You’re fucking tight! I’m not going to last!”
Benji was nearly there. He grabbed his cock and began stroking with sure, hard motions. “Come with me, Jamie! I’m going to come! Fuck! I’m going to come!” He stroked faster. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” His climax washed over him, his release painting his chest and stomach. He felt Jamie’s rhythm stutter then stall, and the warmth of Jamie’s release in his ass.
Hot air fanned rapidly over his chest as Jamie rested his forehead after releasing his legs from their position. “Jesus Christ, Benji! I think you killed me.”
Benji smiled contentedly and wrapped his arms around Jamie’s head.
