Page 122 of Antagonist

“Damn right,” he says. “Kneel on the couch.”

I follow his instructions and lean on the arm of the couch, turning my head to watch him.

His cock is hard and flushed against his stomach. I want to suck him, but I also want him to hurry and get inside me.

Then I remember we have a lifetime of this ahead of us and my cock jolts in anticipation, a bead of precum coming out from the tip.

“Fletcher,” I groan.

“Patience, baby. If you could see what I can see, you’d take your time too.”

The sound that comes out of me is somewhere between a whimper and a groan.

I gasp when I feel the cold lube and then a finger rubbing against my ring before seeking entry. I push down on his finger, but he puts a hand on my back to stop me.

“God, you’re so eager, aren’t you?”

“I fucking am, Fletcher. You have no idea how long it’s been since I bottomed.”

He chuckles. “I’ll make it good for you, baby.”

My eyes roll back every time he adds a finger until I’m fucking his hand with all I have. My dick is leaking onto the blanket under me on the couch, and I nearly come when he corkscrews his fingers and passes over my oversensitive bundle of nerves.

“No!” I complain when his fingers disappear, but then I look behind me and see Fletcher adding lube to his cock before lining it up with my hole. God, he’s so fucking long. It’s going to feel perfect. “I want to feel all of you always, Fletcher.”

“Fuck,” I cry as he pushes through the ring of muscle and I remember the pain. I breathe out and relax, knowing it'll be more than okay in a minute.

“You okay, baby?” he asks even as he withdraws a little before pushing back in.

I nod as I bite my lip and close my eyes. I am so much more than okay. He massages my lower back and thrusts in slowly until I feel his balls against my taint.

“Holy fuck, Harrison, you’re so tight.”

“Please, Fletcher. Please…”

I wrap my hand around my cock and feel it harden again after going soft from the pain. I have to let it go again when Fletcher starts moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Otherwise, I’ll be close to orgasming too soon.

For a while, the only sounds in the room are grunts and skin slapping on skin. It’s hot and dirty, and the smell of us together is dizzying.

“I was right, Harry. You’re so responsive. You want this so much it drives you insane.”

His hand skates over my oversensitive nipple, and I swear my dick gets even harder.

I straighten, and Fletcher wraps one arm around my chest while the other hand grips my hip so tight I know there’s going to be a bruise.

Outside, the sky is dark and full of stars. Outside, the night is calm.

Inside, I'm about to be taken to another living plane where there's only Fletcher and me.

“Call me by my name, Fletcher. Call me by my name and make me come. Make me feel the stars I can see outside.”

He lets out a deep growl I never knew he was capable of as he pistons in and out of me.

“Harrison.”

“Fuck.”

I try to hold my cock, but I need to keep my grip on the couch for leverage.