Page 120 of As the Years Pass

“Fuck,” he says, reaching down to grab his dick. “Did you really?”

“Yes, I fucking did.” I crawl onto the bed and straddle his lap.

“How was it?” he asks. “Did you come a lot?”

“It was okay,” I say, rocking against him. “Would have been better if I had one of your holes to use.”

“Fuck, Adam.” He swallows hard, fingers digging into my thighs.

I lean down, brushing my nose along his.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.

“I always want to do this,” he says.

I smile. “But we’re drunk.”

“Drunk. Sober. Sleeping. I don’t fucking care, Adam. I want you always. Any way I can have you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper.

“Stop saying that shit.” He grabs my face and kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like vodka and cranberries and sweat. I grind against him, hands pressed to his chest as we kiss like it’s our first and our last time.

His hands slide from my face, down my sides and the waistband of my pants. He undoes the button and slips his hand inside, gripping my dick.

“Fuck, Emmet,” I growl. He slowly jerks me off, his mouth going to my neck.

“Need you inside me, Adam.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I get off him and shove my pants down. “Get naked.”

I get lube from my bag and make my way back to the bed, where he’s waiting naked, and settle between his legs. His feet are flat on the bed, knees bent and legs spread. His dick is hard, laying beautifully across his lower stomach. I lean down to kiss the head, causing him to groan, before I pour lube into my palmand slick him up. I work two fingers inside him, pressing on his prostate and watching his dick pulse out precum.

“Your fingers always feel so good,” he says.

“But my cock feels better.”

“God, yes. Give it to me.”

I get lube on my dick, then move forward and press against his hole, sliding in with ease. He grabs my face and leans up to kiss me as I start to move. I ignore the fact we never got tested, or at least shared the results, because I did go while we were apart… he just doesn’t know that. But somehow, this is just another way of him showing me how much he trusts me. Or maybe we’re just being reckless.

“Oh my god,” he mutters. “Yes, Adam. Fuck, that feels so good. You feel so damn good.”

I push his thighs back and fuck him harder, going deeper, and look down at my dick disappearing inside him. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

“I wish you could see how well you take me, Emmet.”

“Fuck—”

“It’s so hot.”

There’s no way I’m going to last long, so I reach for his dick and jerk him steadily as I fuck him. I focus around the head of his cock, liking the way it feels in my hand and the sounds he makes.

“I want to come, Adam. Please go faster.”

I jerk him faster and fuck him harder.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck, that’s so good. I’m going to come. Adam, I’m coming!”