Page 33 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
“Now, Z.” Todd kicked off his shoes, undid his pants, and pushed everything down. Naked, he stepped close to the bed. Fazil handed him the box but kept the bottle.
“Knees or back?” There was that wicked grin Todd remembered.
“Knees,” Todd whispered, and stroked himself. This was going to be interesting.
Fazil lubed up his fingers, knelt, then settled down onto one elbow, his legs spread wide. Without any hesitation, he stroked his crack and hole, spreading the slick around his ring, and teasing it—teasing Todd, too, with tiny moans. After a second application of lube, Fazil stroked his entrance and pressed a finger in. Very... slowly.
Todd stopped moving, stopped fisting his cock, and watched Fazil’s finger slide inside as far as he could manage. The guttural groan of pleasure from Fazil almost undid Todd. Fazil slid his finger out as slowly, then pushed it in with more force. The third time, he twisted two fingers in and started fucking himself in earnest, his grunts and moans filling the room.
Todd stroked himself to the same rhythm. If he kept it up, he’d shoot his load at the foot of the bed, not while buried in Fazil.
He wanted Z, to be on him and inside him.
Maybe he made a sound, because Fazil chuckled. “Like what you see?”
“Yeah. It’s fucking dirty.” He got a condom out, rolled it over his dick, and knelt on the bed behind Fazil. He ran a hand over one of his ass cheeks. Fazil hadn’t stopped finger-fucking himself, and this close, it was even hotter. “Keep going,” Todd said, and took Fazil’s balls in his hand.
The rhythm slipped, as did Fazil’s breathing. “Oh... God. Todd.”
“Trouble?”
“N-no.” He pumped faster.
Todd slid up higher and gripped Fazil’s shaft. “You’re nice and hard again.” A few strokes and Fazil collapsed, his fingers slipping free. “Can’t— Please, just—” He buried his face into the pillow.
Oh yeah, Fazil was ready. Todd found the lube half under Fazil’s chest and prepped his cock, then pressed the head against Fazil’s hole. “Why don’t you fuck yourself on me?”
There was a dark shake of laughter—and Fazil pushed back, taking the tip of Todd’s cock inside.
Fuck.Hot and tight. He was about to thrust in, when Fazil grunted and bucked back farther. Enough of that. Todd gripped Fazil’s hips and slammed the rest of the way in. They both groaned.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Breathless words—and not his.
Well, if that wasn’t an invitation for more... Todd pulled out and plunged back in deep. He pressed hard against Fazil, planting a hand on either side of his chest. “All the way down.”
A hitch of a moan, and Fazil slid to his stomach.
Todd let his full weight rest on top of Fazil and stretched Fazil’s arms out above his head, flesh to flesh. He curled his fingers between Fazil’s and rocked slowly, moving only a fraction inside Fazil’s tight heat. Beneath him, Fazil shook and squirmed, his gasps absolutely delicious.
All his at last. Every inch. “Like the way I feel inside you?”
“God, yeah.” Fazil rocked and clenched around Todd’s dick, obviously wanting far more than the tiny movement Todd was giving him. “Why didn’t we do this before?”
Oh, Z, you little shit.Todd lifted his hips and drove into Fazil, grinding in as deep as he could go. “Because you left me before we could.” Todd rose and slammed into Fazil again.
Fazil’s long groan was halfway to a sob.
He hovered above Fazil. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” As if to punctuate that, Fazil rocked back against Todd, his body feverishly hot.
“Good.” He let go of Fazil’s hands and pushed up to gain leverage and power. “Fifteen years, Fazil. You’re going to take every bit of that, too. Until I come.”
He shuddered. “Todd?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
