Page 96 of Inbetweeners
“Oh God, just fuck me.”
“Just fuck me, oh my demon?” Phoenix grinned at him.
“Are you my demon?” Emmett stared up at him.
“I’m no one else’s, my angel.” Phoenix kept up the pressure, sliding his fingers over Emmett’s prostate.
“Then fuck me.”
“You are such a toppy bottom.” But Phoenix withdrew his fingers, wiped them off, then pulled on a condom and added more lube before he dragged his slick fist down the length of his cock.
Emmett licked his lips as he watched.
“Going to ask me nicely?” Phoenix leaned over, pressing Emmett’s legs hard to his chest.
Emmett was half-folded up with Phoenix’s cock resting at the entrance to his body. “No.”
“Sure?” Phoenix whispered. “Say please. Go on.”
“No.”But ask me again and I will.
“Maybe I can manage without hearing it, this time.”
Phoenix smiled, and buried himself inside him so slowly that Emmett stopped breathing.How much of him is there?The sensation was so gut-clenchingly pleasurable, that only one word echoed in his head.Finally.Not the word he was holding onto.
Their eyes locked together, Phoenix began to move.
Emmett slid his hands over Phoenix’s face, touching his cheeks, his chin, his mouth, stroking his neck, before he latched onto his shoulders and hung on tight.
“Oh, oh, fuck…” Emmett felt every inch of the thick cock moving inside him, every drive into him, every slow withdrawal.
He stared at Phoenix’s face, watched Phoenix watching him and cried out as the thrusts came harder and deeper and faster. The constant brush against his prostate sent stars shooting in Emmett’s head and lust curled in tighter and tighter ribbons in his belly.
Emmett barely managed to get his hand to his cock before he came, erupting all over his stomach and chest, then he felt Phoenix coming too, his face screwed up as he gasped.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Too long since I had this.
Had he ever had this?
Phoenix managed to drag Emmett’s legs straight before he collapsed at his side, his arm across Emmett’s chest. When their breathing finally eased, Emmett said, “Once upon a time, a demon and an angel met in a bar. They didn’t like each other at all at first. Then they did.”
And Phoenix laughed. “That was good.”
“What? Sex or story?”
“Sex. The story’s not done, is it?”
“Was that another compliment?”
“I was talking about me. You’ll get the hang of it.”
Emmett didn’t know whether Phoenix meant he’d get the hang of being given a compliment or he’d get the hang of sex. Either way, he went with offended. “I might only have had one boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean I’ve only had sex with one guy.”
“Two guys? You daredevil.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
Phoenix laughed.
