Page 62 of Sean's Sunshine
Billy added lubricant to his cock, not wanting this to hurt even a little. He pulled himself up into position, careful not to crush Sean’s torso or his lungs. With a grunt, he grabbed a pillow from under Sean’s head and thrust it under his hips, opening Sean’s body for him and leaving his breathing and lungs clear before finding Sean’s stretched, ready hole and thrusting slowly in.
It was a good thing Sean had relearned how to breathe.
Billy watched him work to pull in oxygen as Billy shoved out everything but sex with his cock.
Oh man. Tight, slick, warm, Sean’s body sheathed him, protected him as nothing else ever had. Billy found himself shaking and absolutely needed to move.
“Please?” he begged, surprised to hear the word coming from his mouth.
“Yeah,” Sean whispered, stroking his shoulders as he wrapped his legs around Billy’s hips. “Go.”
Slowly at first—so slowly. Sean groaned, he begged, he pleaded, but Billy couldn’t make himself go any faster.
He absolutely must not hurt this man.
Finally he was seated all the way in. And he had no choice but to pull out again, all but the tip, and then thrust inside again.
Out and in.
Oh God. It was a rhythm as old as the seas, but until this moment, this moment here, sheathed inside someone he cared about more than he’d ever imagined, he hadn’t recognized how destructive it could be if unleashed without control.
He fucked slowly, and then as Sean started thrashing on the sheets beneath him, his fair skin flushing with their sex, he fucked a little faster. Sean’s cries grew hoarse and breathless, and Billy grabbed Sean’s hand, which had fallen limp at his side, and wrapped it around his cock again, urging him to stroke.
They could do this. They could come to completion without hurting Sean’s healing wound. They could—
“Ah!” Sean arched, and the ripple through his body took him slowly as a long jet of come arced from his cock. His ass tightened around Billy’s cock, and climax rushed Billy like a tidal surge or a freight train or a comet hurtling to destroy. It took over his body, blew out his circuits, blanked his mind, and he started to spurt, coming again and again until he was left convulsing in his lover’s body, at a complete loss for control, overwhelmed and powerless at the roll of emotion coursing through a heart and mind he thought he knew so well.
He barely had the energy to push himself to the side, his cock disengaging slowly, still caught in the clench of Sean’s ass.
He lay there for a moment, chest heaving, shoulders shaking, fighting the temptation to sob with surprise and confusion.
“Hey,” Sean said, his own chest heaving. Tentatively he reached up and pushed Billy’s hair off his forehead. “You good?”
Billy nodded and gave in to the impulse to capture Sean’s hand and kiss the fingertips. “Just… just sex isn’t like this,” he managed.
Sean nodded, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “Great, you mean? ’Cause….” He gave a sensual little stretch, his hips and groin undulating provocatively. “That was great. We’ll have to wash that pillowcase, but, uhm,great.”
Billy smiled faintly, still at a loss. “You… uhm, your chest, your lungs—you all okay?”
“Yeah,” Sean said softly. “Still catching my breath, but yeah.”
“Good.” Billy let out a soft sound of wanting and decided to fuck it all. “’Cause I need to hold you.”
“Good,” Sean whispered, and rolled gingerly into his arms. Against Billy’s chest he murmured, “I really wanted to be held.”
Somehow that moment, holding Sean in his arms, listening to the true miracle of his breath, seemed more significant than the sex.
Except the sex was hugely important, and that wasboggling.
“Hey,” Sean said while Billy crushed him into his chest. “What’s wrong? Are you sorry?”
“No. Not sorry. Not for that.”
“Then what—”
“Just hush, okay? Just….”
“Yeah. Okay.”
