Zack kept his rhythm slow at first, but when the friction began to build within him, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He rocked in a steady rhythm. He shifted until he found an angle that made John’s cock brush against his prostate, and then he started moving in earnest, fucking himself desperately.

John thrust in time with him, shoving himself deeper into Zack’s body. It was heaven. Zack knew it was a cliché, but he’d honestly never felt so complete before.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Zack moaned. He could feel sweat beading on his chest and hear the hitch in John’s breathing every time Zack moved. Zack hadn’t known sex could feel so vibrant and intense. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the onslaught of sensory information pounding into him.

Tension began to coil low in his belly. “I’m getting close,” he gasped.

He opened his eyes just as John did the same. Zack had to bite his lip to keep from being overwhelmed by the intensity of John’s gaze. John looked wrecked, but somehow he managed to wrap his hand around Zack’s cock. Zack cried out from the dual stimulation. His entire body trembled with the force of it.

Zack angled his hips so every thrust made sparks skitter up his spine. His own dick was leaking pre-come, as evidenced by the slick slide of John’s hand up the shaft. Zack tried to hold out—he had no idea how close John was—but in a dozen more pumps, the combination became too much to resist. Zack thrust down hard on John’s cock and stilled. His orgasm tore through him, paralyzing him even as he coated John’s bare chest with semen. John stroked him through it, somehow knowing exactly when to stop before pleasure turned to pain.

Zack went limp, leaning forward to press his forehead against John’s. John trailed his fingers down his back in a soothing way. After a minute, he shifted, which made Zack acutely aware of the fact that John’s dick was still hard in his ass.

John kissed his temple. “Do you mind?”

Zack only had enough energy to shake his head.

John easily lifted Zack’s limp body—if Zack hadn’t just come, that would have been hot enough to make him hard—and laid him faceup on the sofa. Zack did his best to be accommodating, but as fucked out as he was, it was all he could do to move his limbs out of the way.