with lube. “Watch me pleasure myself.”
Yancy let out a strangled sound as he curled his fingers into the mattress, preventing himself from touching. “Go ahead.”
Never having made love to Seamus, he wasn’t sure if the moans were for real or for show, but regardless, the sounds were so damn erotic that Yancy had to bite his bottom lip. Seamus’s ass moved higher into the air as his wet fingers slipped inside his body, his small hole stretching.
Yancy swallowed hard, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. As Seamus wiggled his ass and speared his fingers inside himself, Yancy reached up and smoothed his hands over Seamus’s twin globes. “So pretty.”
“Help me,” Seamus said in a straining tone. Yancy was more than happy to help the man out. He slipped a finger in alongside Seamus’s and then grunted loudly when the man swallowed Yancy’s cock.
He pulled all the way out and pushed back in, fucking Seamus with his fingers for a few strokes. Yancy damn near begged when Seamus let his cock slip from between the man’s lips. But his protest fell silent on his lips when Seamus turned, positioning himself over Yancy’s steel-hard shaft.
“Are you ready?” Seamus damn near purred the words.
Yancy was totally and utterly fascinated with the smaller man. He had been joking when he told Seamus that he would make a good wife. Now Yancy was beginning to wonder if his subconscious wasn’t speaking for him.
The tip of his swollen shaft pressed against Seamus body, pre-cum almost shooting out as his lover began to slowly lower himself onto Yancy’s cock.
“Seamus,” he moaned, his fingers digging into Seamus’s hips. “Oh, hell, Seamus.”
Seamus leaned forward, his fingernails digging into Yancy’s chest as he let out a long hiss.
“Take your time, honey. Take all the time you need.” Yancy said the words, meaning them, even though he wanted to thrust up into Seamus’s ass more than he wanted to breathe. His lover smiled down at Yancy before nipping his throat.
“Gods, you feel so damn good buried in my ass.” Seamus swiveled his hips, dropping down onto Yancy’s cock over and over again. Yancy was coming unglued, falling apart at the seams as Seamus took what he wanted, what he needed. When his body raised to a fevered pitch, Yancy kept a tight hold on Seamus as he flipped them, placing his lover underneath him.
“What happened to me riding you?” Seamus teased in a deep and raspy tone. He was breathless, his green eyes sparkling as he raked his fingers over Yancy’s bare back. The man wrapped his legs around Yancy’s waist, driving Yancy’s cock deeper into his body.
Yancy lean forward, pressing his lips to the soft shell of Seamus’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
“Yes!”
Rearing back, Yancy shoved Seamus’s legs out of the way as he began to hammer into Seamus’s tight hole. Small explosions ignited inside of him as his balls drew up tight against his body, signaling that his release was close.
Seamus thrashed around, screaming Yancy’s name.
“Again. Scream for me again, honey.” Yancy backed up his words with hard and demanding thrusts. No matter how deep he sank, Yancy couldn’t seem to get close enough. He felt as though madness was taking over, clawing at him, threatening to take him under.
“Yancy!” Seamus shouted as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to feverishly stroke himself. “Make me come.”
“Whatever you want, honey.” Yancy doubled his efforts, grabbing Seamus’s ankles and pulling the man’s legs apart as he pounded into Seamus’s soft and giving flesh.
Seamus arched his back, crying out as white ribbons shot from the tip of his cock, painting his chest and chin with his release. Yancy gritted his teeth, Seamus’s tight hole mercilessly milking his cock.
“Goddamn!” he shouted as a cascade of electricity ignited inside of him, burning him alive with fevered passion as his orgasm slammed into him, making it