“God, you’re so perfect,” Ash muttered.

“You’re so perfect,” Truman tried to reply, but it came out garbled.

“Do you want to come like this?” Ash asked.

Truman nodded and then shook his head and nodded again.

Ash smiled indulgently, then eased his fingers out. Truman keened with the loss but Ash just kissed him, then flipped him onto his back. He slid his fingers back in, and from this angle, the pressure was unbearably perfect. Truman felt like he was unspooling into a supernova of pleasure, bits of him lost among the stars.

Ash’s erection was a heavy brand against his thigh, and he cupped his hand over it, feeling Ash’s breath catch. Ash thrust against him as he worked him with his fingers until they were both moaning and sweating.

Ash closed his other hand around Truman’s cock, and Truman nearly screamed, so utterly sensitized that he almost couldn’t stand it.

“Omigod, don’t stop,” he begged. “Please, please don’t stop.”

Ash, eyelids heavy with lust, did not stop. He swirled his fingertips over Truman’s prostate with such perfect pressure that Truman felt his muscles beginning to tense. A light stroke over the head of his cock, and he was gone.

“Omigod, omigod, Ash, I’m gonna, ohhhh god.”

Truman’s back bowed off the bed and his orgasm ripped through him, locking every muscle in ecstasy. He clawed at the bedsheets and grabbed Ash’s shoulder to anchor him to reality as his body shuddered out of his control.

He was vaguely aware of Ash murmuring warm, appreciative things as he came back to himself. He groaned and then gasped as his body twitched with an aftershock of pleasure.

“Truman, god,” Ash groaned. He was looking at Truman with such affection and admiration.

“You,” Truman accused. But there was no end to the sentiment. “Can I touch you?”

“Yeah, if you want. Um, I’m…it’s not gonna take much.”

Ash’s teeth were gritted and his chest flushed. Truman eased him down beside him and slid his fist over Ash’s hard flesh. He stroked slowly and firmly, watching Ash’s cheeks flush red and his eyes roll back in his head. He considered teasing him but decided to save it for next time. Right now, he just wanted to see Ash come his brains out.

Truman added a little lube and then stroked him hard and fast, pressing a finger under his balls. Ash’s body locked up, mouth opening on a yell.

His orgasm was explosive, nearly doubling him over, and Truman didn’t think he’d ever seen anything hotter than Ash’s fist driving into the bed with pleasure, then pulling the pillow over his own face as he cried out his release.

Truman lay down next to him and gently removed the pillow from his face.

“Fuuuuck,” Ash groaned. “You destroyed me.”