We end up lying down, with him on his back, and my body on top of his, as I continue to jack us off together. He brings our lips back together, tongue delving inside mine and tasting everywhere. The blunt tips of his fingernails dig into the flesh on my shoulders as he moans into my mouth. Both of us are spilling pre-cum, enough for my hand to slide up and down easily. I’m dying to taste him and take him in my mouth, so I slide down his body and do just that.

His hips buck up, and he gasps as I close my lips around him. His arousal is potent as it drips onto my tongue. He pulls himself up onto his elbows, and when I look up at him, he looks drunk on the sight of me worshiping his cock.

“Fuuuuck, look at me disappearing down your throat.” His head drops back. “Feels so fucking good.”

I bring my fingers to his lips while my mouth works his cock, and, like a good boy, he parts them, sucking the fingers into his mouth, twirling his tongue and getting them nice and wet. My cock aches, and I rut into the blanket as I bring my slick fingers to his hole. He immediately bears down on my hand and my finger slides in with no resistance. His channel is hot and tight, and I can’t wait to bury my cock in him.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” he moans. “Missed your fucking mouth.”

Smiling around his girth, I slip a second finger inside his ass, stretching him and getting him ready for me. He clenches around my fingers at the same time more pre-cum leaks onto my tongue. Bringing him pleasure will never get old. The blissed-out look he gets on his face, when his eyes droop and fight to stay open, his brows pinch together when he’s trying not to come too quick, and the way he always sucks that full, supple bottom lip between his teeth when he’s drowning in the sensations. It’s sexy as hell and so fucking addicting.

Being able to touch him and hold him whenever I want because we’ll be living together excites me more than anything. Knowing I’ll get to roll over every single morning and see his sun-kissed, sleepy face, or come home after a long day and snuggle with him on the couch… all of it is perfect. I’m the luckiest fucking man to have him as my own, and I plan to show him every single goddamn day.

“Stone…”

Taking him out of my mouth, I look up at him through my lashes. “What do you need, Bambi?”

“To fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Right fucking now.” His words are breathy, and his hair is a disheveled mess, like he’s been running his hands through it and tugging on the strands.