“I do,” Ford replied.
Ford put both hands on Sawyer’s sides and slowly lifted Sawyer’s shirt. As he pulled it up, he kissed up Sawyer’s chest till he had to get on his feet to get the shirt off, then let it fall out of his hand. Ford unbuttoned his own jeans and wiggled out of his pants, tossing them aside, then climbed into bed, giving Sawyer full view of his ass in the boy shorts he had on.
“Are you seducing me?”
Ford turned at the sound of Sawyer’s voice and watched as his boyfriend’s eyes trailed over his body till their eyes met.
“Only if it’s working.” Ford teased.
Sawyer got his pants off, pulling his boxers down with them, and palmed his already hard cock slowly from root to tip. “Fuck yeah, it’s working.” Sawyer got on the bed and used his larger frame to cover Ford’s body.
Ford’s arm went around Sawyer’s neck, and they kissed languidly, enjoying the warmth of one another’s mouths while Sawyer teased the top of Ford’s underwear. Ford raised his hips, and Sawyer broke their kiss and pulled the boxers down, slipping them off of him.
Sawyer sealed their lips together again, their kisses intensifying in heat as Sawyer’s tongue moved between Ford’s lips, deepening the kiss further.
Sawyer slipped his hand between them and wrapped his fingers around their cocks and began to stroke them together as they kissed. He teased the tips using the precum to lube his motions. Sawyer growled, breaking their kiss.
“Holy fuck, I need you,” Sawyer growled.
“Please,” Ford whimpered.
Sawyer moved off him and flipped Ford over so that he was lying on his stomach. Ford loved being manhandled by his boyfriend. He loved their size difference generally, but especially at times like this.
Sawyer leaned over and grabbed the lube from Ford’s end table drawer where it had been since they’d used it the day Sawyer left. Ford glanced over his shoulder as Sawyer squeezed the lube onto his fingers and swiped it down the expanse of Ford’s ass crack. He let out a breath and prepared himself, not that he could ever be fully ready for Sawyer. Warm fingers plunged within his depths, and Ford gasped. He gripped the pillow, his hips angled up in the air, and he let out a needy whimper.
Ford wiggled his hips back and forth eagerly, and Sawyer slapped his ass. “You’re making this much worse,” Sawyer mused, and spread his fingers opening Ford up more.
“I can’t help it.” Ford groaned. “I need you.”
He heard Sawyer suck in a sharp breath and smiled. The way they longed for each other, it was unreal. He’d never felt that type of deep, sustained connection that only grew deeper over time.
Sawyer nipped his shoulder, and he purred in response. Teeth traversed the plains of his skin and left little marks and pangs of delicious sharpness everywhere. Ford’s fingers gripped the pillow in his hands, and he used it to muffle the sounds he really wanted to make.
Sawyer must have known that he couldn’t take another minute because his fingers pulled free from Ford’s hole. Ford groaned, his fingers reached back, and he ran them over the stretched opening. Sawyer moved his hand away a moment later, and Ford’s heart raced waiting for what came next.
The tip of Sawyer’s cock pressed against his ass. He felt as it slid up and down his lubed crack and teased his waiting hole. Ford’s fingers fluttered to his cock, and he stroked it as Sawyer slid inside of him.
Every inch that sank inside of him traveled to his core. Ford’s toes curled, and his back arched. Sawyer’s fingers gripped his hips and yanked them back up into the air.
“Don’t run away,” Sawyer chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet.” He bit down on Ford’s shoulder but didn’t break the skin.
Ford grunted as he grabbed onto the sheets and did his best to relax till Sawyer was fully seated.
“Move please,” Ford begged. “Shit!” He slapped a hand over his mouth and mumbled muffled swears. “So good.”
Sawyer pulled out and pushed back into him again, and Ford bit his lips to hold back his groan. Sawyer thrust into him slowly at first before gradually increasing his pace. Ford gasped and held on. He released a long moan as Sawyer nailed Ford’s prostate on each downward stroke. The sound of skin slapping together and mixing with their grunts was the only sound in the room.
“Please. Please.” Ford was so close.
Sawyer grunted in response. He knew the man was in his own state of lust and excitement just by looking over his shoulder at him. Sawyer’s fingers tightened on Ford’s hips, and his breathing sped up.
“I need to cum,” Ford whimpered as he stroked himself faster. “Oh, close. So close.”
Sawyer kissed his back. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock.”
That was all it took to push Ford into an explosive orgasm. He stroked himself and shivered, crying out as his orgasm crashed into him and thick ropes of cum shot out, painting the sheets below them. Sawyer kept thrusting into his body, and Ford knew Sawyer was close when he began to lose his rhythm. With a low groan, Sawyer pushed in as deep as he could, and Ford felt the liquid warmth of his boyfriend’s release coating his insides. Sawyer continued to pump in and out of him, riding out his own orgasm, and he felt a rivulet of cum begin to leak down his thigh. When Sawyer went limp, he fell against Ford and rolled so they were lying on their sides, spooning each other.
Ford knew as long as the two of them were together, they would have this. A bond that couldn’t be denied or broken. It connected them together, and it only made the sex that much more amazing.
They were both spent, their breathing slowing. “Not it getting up to get the towel.” Ford whispered.
Sawyer snorted and got out
