“Oh, really? Is a naked Tom Daley about to show up?” Yuri made a show of looking around as much as his position would let him.
“Isn't that guy married? I'm pretty sure he's married.” Angelo pushed three fingers into Yuri with much less finesse than he had previously.
It made Yuri bow his back, but he fought to keep his voice steady. “The husband is also welcome. They can make a Yuri sandwich.”
Angelo thrust his fingers in faster and harder. It stole Yuri's breath. “No.”
Yuri cried out as Angelo dragged his fingers firmly over his prostate. Maybe he'd finally figured out what that was. “Yuri,” he breathed, panting through the sensations flooding his system, “sandwich.”
“No.” The response was a positive growl that made Yuri even harder than before. Then Angelo pulled out and Yuri wanted to break into a tantrum of sobs.
“Please,” Yuri begged. Pride took a flying leap out the window. He needed Angelo to fill him, and he'd take anything at the moment.
There was a rustle of sound. “Beg me, princess. Beg for my cock.”
Yuri was beyond caring what he sounded like. “Anything. I'll do anything. But I need you… inside me… now.”
Something hard and hot probed Yuri's entrance. Please be Angel's cock. Please. I know I haven't been a very good boy, but give me just this one thing and I will be the best—
Angelo pushed his cock into Yuri's body. They both cried out at the same time.
“So tight,” Angelo sounded stunned. “So fucking tight.”
“Jesus, you're huge. It feels like you just shoved a Coke can up my arse.”
“Shut up, Yuri. I'm trying to concentrate.”
“On what?” Yuri panted as it felt like the cock inside him was trying to split him in two. Straight boys and their stupid amazing cocks. Although Angelo had his dick buried inside Yuri's body so the straight part was negotiable.
“On not coming. God. You feel so good. How is that fucking possible?” Angelo's hands gripped Yuri's hips with hard fingers.
“I want you to come. That's the whole point, you knob!”
“Not until you do,” Angelo insisted through gritted teeth.
Yuri put his weight on his left side and balanced there so he could grip his cock. “Is this all right?” he asked, because with some guys it wasn't.
“What? Jerking yourself?” Angelo slowed down to deep, powerful, and slow thrusts. “God, yes. If you come, then I can. Get yourself off. Fucking hurry. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
That made Yuri laugh. “One orgasm, coming right up.” He pumped himself faster than Angelo fucked him, getting in two to three strokes for every thrust of Angelo's cock into his body. It took hardly any time at all for the pleasure to crest within him and then spill out. Yuri's orgasm, fueled by everything Angelo was and represented, including that glorious cock, tore through him. Yuri’s body shuddered as he pumped cum all over his hand and bedding. He shouted triumph and relief.
At last. It had happened at last and there was no taking any of it back.
24
Angelo Gets Crepes
Angelo knew the instant Yuri started to come. His body clamped down on Angelo’s cock so hard he nearly blacked out. Fuck. Even after Yuri was spent, and wilted onto the mattress, his tight hole continued to spasm around Angelo's cock. He sped up his thrusts, letting instinct and need take over. All he could think of was getting to the end, of reaching the point of absolute climax, and pumping his cum inside Yuri. His Yuri. Only his.
When his orgasm came, it felt like all his nerves exploded in a blinding moment of utter sensation. All he could see was white. All he could feel was pleasure.
It was all a bit overwhelming.
Angelo slumped and covered Yuri’s limp body, his cock still buried inside Yuri. He felt like he could sleep for maybe a century or two. Maybe that was how Sleeping Beauty had gone down. She got a prick—it just wasn’t from a spinning wheel.
“Now what?” Yuri asked softly.
“Rest. Sleep. Maybe a short coma. Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again.”
Yuri snorted. “No. Too tired. But I meant…” he trailed off.
Angelo nosed behind Yuri’s ear. He smelled incredible there—all good cologne and expensive shampoo, hot skin and sweat, and something that was just Yuri, and as familiar to Angelo as the rhythm of his own breathing. “Mm?”
“Um…” Yuri’s voice sounded uncharacteristically small and unsure. “So what now? There’s no undoing this.”
“Obviously.” Angelo yawned. He was too tired and wrung out to figure out what Yuri was trying to say. “What are you getting at? Tell me.”
Yuri moved and Angelo’s cock slid out of Yuri’s body. Immediately, Angelo missed the tight heat of his passage. “So what now, Angelo?” Yuri rolled so he faced Angelo. “Was this just some sort of… experiment for you? To see if your dick worked with me?”
Angelo pulled the condom off his body. He held it up for Yuri to see as he tied the end into a knot. “My dick worked with you. Here’s proof.”
“Gross. Go throw that away. And that’s not what I meant.”
“Give me a second, okay?” Angelo pulled himself out of bed reluctantly and went to the bathroom. He threw away the used condom then took a much needed piss. He looked into the mirror as he washed his hands and his reflection didn’t look any different. Same hair, same skin, same eyes. Not that he’d expected to look any different. Not exactly. He felt different, though. It was subtle, but there. Yuri was right. Things were different now.
When he came out of the bathroom, Angelo saw Yuri had put on a dressing gown and gone to sit in a chair by the cold fireplace. He looked oddly remote. Almost untouchable. Not at all the wild boy Angelo had just taken to bed. Angelo had no dressing
