It doesn’t take long for me to feel my balls draw up and I pull back, clenching the base of my cock tight to stop myself from coming. He stares at me in the dim storm light before opening his legs wide so I can see him. I grasp his knee and look to my side, seeing us in the mirror’s reflection. I almost don’t recognise myself. My hair is wild and my expression wrecked. I’m flushed and lust-struck, staring down at him sprawled in erotic abandon, his legs open and his arms flung wide.

I grab the bottle of lube and pour a stream onto my fingers, rubbing to warm it before placing one finger at his entrance. I’m still staring at the mirror as my reflection slowly inserts it into him and he throws his head back, his face flushed and his eyes dark.

He grabs my hand as I go to insert another finger and shakes his head. “I don’t need any more,” he pants.

“Sweetheart, I’m not hurting you.”

Again the endearment. But I don’t think he even hears it. “I don’t need it,” he says again. “I like the burn.” He shakes his head violently. “Please, Zeb. Don’t look at me.”

He throws his hand over his face as if to hide, and I pull it back gently before reaching down and kissing him. I suck on that full lower lip before pulling back. “You think that I’m so controlled?” I say hoarsely. “You think I have the power?” He stares at me, and I shake my head. “You have the power, Jesse. You always have.”

Something alters in his face, but instead of saying anything, he lifts his legs and pulls his knees up, holding himself open for me.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” I breathe and reaching out, I grab the condom. I fumble with it as he watches me with dark eyes.

When it’s finally on, I lower myself over him, positioning my dick against the small hole. I open my mouth to ask again, and he shakes his head crossly, so instead I push in. It’s hard going, as he’s still tight, so I go gently, pausing often, but I’m relieved to see the pleasure in his face, the almost blind look in his eyes as he focuses inward on the feel of my cock in him.

Finally, I bottom out and I groan helplessly at the feel of that tight sheath milking my prick. For a wild moment I wonder what it would be like to be bare in him, to feel him burn me from the inside and to spill in there feeling it hot around my cock. I moan at the thought, and he lowers his legs to twine them around my hips as I start to thrust.