He smiled, leaning over for a messy kiss, his breath hot on my face. “Yeah, you feel amazing inside me. Are you still good with it?”

I thrust up. “Yes.” My balls tingled and I was desperate for more.

“Will you just really give it to me? I still want to see your face, so if we…” He rose up, grasping the root of my cock and easing it out of his body. He lay down beside me, wriggling and pulling me atop him, spreading his legs wide and urging me back inside.

I pushed into his body past the grasping ring of muscle at his hole. He nodded enthusiastically, pulling at my hips. I thrust hard, and his cry of pleasure sent shivers down my spine.

“God, yeah. Like that. Will you fuck me hard? You won’t hurt me.”

A few beads of sweat formed at his hairline, glistening in the faint light from the kitchen. I pressed my lips to his skin, wanting to taste every part of him as I rocked into his body. I pinched one of his nipples, and he cried out.

It exhilarated me to give him pleasure, and I drove into him as he clutched at my arms and shoulders and back and face—whatever he could reach. He tugged at my hair before his eyes flew open.

“Is that okay?”

I nodded, remembering how he’d pushed his head into my hand the first time he’d sucked me. Keeping his gaze, both of our chests heaving, I threaded my fingers through his hair and tightened my grip.

“Yesss,” he moaned. “Harder. I’m so close. Please. Make me come.”

I wanted to give him anything in that moment. Everything. I took hold of his cock with my other hand, and it was clumsy and awkward, but he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing his muscles around my shaft and drumming his heels on my lower back.

He gasped wordlessly—for once—and spurted between us, shaking and straining, his face red and eyes closed. He went limp, and I held myself steady on my arms. But he blinked and tightened his legs around me, words spilling from his lips.

“Don’t stop. I want you to come inside me. I’m not letting go. That’s it. You need this too, don’t you? You’re so hot, you know that? I don’t think you do. Yeah. Fuck me. I want to see you let go. You feel so good. You’re so good.”

The words flowed from his tongue along with kisses to my face, and as my orgasm erupted and I spasmed against him—within him—I felt like I was flying across the ice. Flowing and gliding on deep edges, the wind on my face. Everything perfect.

When the stars cleared from my vision, I found Theo staring up at me, holding my cheeks in his hands. We breathed heavily, and I needed water. I was softening inside him, and now would everything become awkward and strange? I could imagine the elephants trumpeting.