Zack couldn’t resist teasing him some. He found what he thought was the right angle and then curled his fingers so he stimulated John’s prostate directly. John’s reaction was way more than Zack expected. He threw his head back and made the most tortured, erotic sound, and the look on his face reflected it perfectly.

“God,” Zack breathed, “I’ve never seen you like this. You’re beautiful.”

“I thought I was never going to have this again,” John whispered. “Have you.”

As he spoke, John canted his hips back, pushing Zack’s fingers deeper into him. Zack actually felt the full-body shudder that racked his form. It was one of the most intensely sensual experiences of his life.

“John,” Zack said in a reverent tone. “I could keep you like this for hours, all stretched out and gasping for my cock.”

“Please don’t,” John keened. “Please, I’ll die.”

Zack withdrew his fingers and positioned his body. He rolled a condom onto his dick and lined himself up. John was quaking beneath him.

Zack smoothed a hand down his back. “Hey, are you all right?”

“Yeah, I just, I need—Zack, I need you.” John sounded like he was too desperate to think straight. “Please, I need you with me, inside me.”

Zack understood exactly what he meant. John didn’t just need Zack to fuck him. This was a balm on the wounds they’d inflicted, a bridge over the chasm their mistakes had carved. They both needed this.

He took himself in hand and pressed slowly in until the head of his cock breached John’s body. He gave John some time to adjust and then pushed forward, sinking gradually in. Being in John felt like heaven, tight and velvety and molten hot. He could write poetry about the way John’s body molded around his cock, seeming to both grip him and pull him deeper.

He stopped when his hip bones touched John’s ass, and took a ragged breath. His thoughts were reduced to a mindless reprise of Good, fuck, so good, need this, need him.

When John shifted, Zack pulled out and rolled his hips until he was buried in John’s body. John moaned wantonly and pressed back as if he could somehow force more of Zack into him.

Zack managed to ask, “Okay?”

“Yeah,” John murmured. “Christ, Zack, you’re perfect.”

Zack set a quick, shallow rhythm, never pulling out by more than a couple of inches before slamming back in. John was reduced to a quivering mess within minutes. He kept up a steady stream of moans, curses, and jumbled versions of Zack’s name. Zack focused on keeping the pace steady and on not orgasming, which became more difficult with every passing second. His instincts screamed at him to pound into the warm body beneath him until he teetered over the edge.