Zack straddled John’s hips again, positioning himself so his erection rubbed against John’s now half-hard cock. John made a keening sound and grabbed his hips, trying to pull him closer. Zack indulged him, rocking slowly forward while he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. He could feel John growing harder again with every thrust.

Zack gave himself some room. He rolled the condom onto his cock, squeezed some lube onto his palm, and rubbed his hands together to warm it. His eyes never strayed from John’s face as he prepared.

John was a sight to behold. He was trembling from head to toe, flushed in all his most sensitive areas: cheeks, neck, armpits, groin. His blond hair was splayed out like a halo, stark against the gray sheets. His pupils were huge, leaving just a thin ring of blue iris around their dark depths, like a lunar eclipse. Even if Zack hadn’t felt how aroused John was, he’d be able to see it in the undiluted want on his beautiful face.

Zack had to take a few breaths to calm himself. He’d never been so turned on from looking at someone before.

John canted his hips up again and growled, “Will you get on with it already? I feel like I’ve been waiting years for you to fuck me.”

Zack huffed a laugh. “I should have known. You might look completely fuckable, but there was no way you were going to let me run the show, right?”

“Not if you keep teasing me like this.” He bucked against him again and made a low keening noise. “Please, Zack, fuck me. I want your cock so badly.”

Zack swore. “Patience, or I’ll make you do it yourself.” He leaned down and licked a hot line up John’s neck. “Would you like that? If I sat back and watched you open yourself up for me?” While he talked, he trailed his lube-covered fingers down John’s side, over the jut of his hip bones, and between his legs. He pressed teasingly at his entrance, circling one finger around it without pushing in.

John’s breathing hitched. “Yes.”

“Yes, you’d like that, or yes, you like what I’m doing to you right now?”

John started to answer, but then Zack breached him slowly. The lube eased the way, and without even trying he slid in to the knuckle. John’s hips jerked up, forcing him in deeper. Zack grabbed him and held him still, making a soft shushing sound. “Easy, babe. There’s no rush.”

“Yes, there is,” John panted. He fought against Zack’s grip, trying to push more of him inside. “I can take it, I swear. Give me more, please.”