I kept stroking but pressed a wet finger up against my hole, imagining that as Noah, teasing me before plunging into me.

“Me too,” he said in a husky voice, his toes curling down into the floor. A red flush spread through his chest, catching like fire and spreading up his neck, coloring his cheeks. He opened his eyes, locked them on mine.

And he blew, a jet of come flying up and hitting him in the chin, his legs stretched out and his shoulders twitching, eyes wide and eyebrows dipped. He shot more of his seed, some of it dripping down his side, pooling at his belly button.

It was enough to send me over the edge. I rose up and gave myself one last stroke before I let it all go with a roar, Noah’s body covered in sticky wet come by the time I was done. Once the tidal wave receded, the two of us started to chuckle, the laughter a natural reaction to the flood of endorphins and oxytocin that currently made me feel as if I was floating on a cloud. I leaned down and kissed him, tasting some of me on his lips.

“Get me a towel,” he said, splayed out like a starfish. “Before I become crazy-glued to your couch.”

I stood up, laughing some more, cock still dripping. There wasn’t a single cell in my body that didn’t feel completely at ease and relaxed, the lazy grin staying on my face as I returned with a towel. Noah reached for it, but I shook my head, crouching down instead and wiping him clean delicately, making sure to get the river that ran down his hips, cleaning out the pool in his belly button and where his chest dipped inward. I kissed him after, the both of us hard again, the smiles going nowhere.

“Want to shower?” I asked.

“Maybe we should get a little more dirty first,” he said, playfully tugging on my hard cock.

How could I resist? How could I say no? There wasn’t a way in the world. Nothing would get me to leave this man’s presence for the night.

Nothing.

I grabbed him, lifting him in my arms and surprising him. He giggled, kissed on my neck as I brought us to my bedroom. There, I laid him down gently on the bed and caged him between my arms, locking him in another kiss. I had no idea what tonight meant or what it would bring, but I didn’t want to think too much about it. All I wanted to focus on was the feeling of our dicks rubbing together, both of us as hard as steel. If we had to make a promise in the morning, once the sun came up and the lusty-drunk haze lifted, about never doing this again so that we could keep our friendship intact, then so be it.