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Chapter Five

Bas

“L east favorite movie?” Dylan asks as we step into his apartment a couple of hours later, after taking our time with dinner, eating slowly and covering at least a dozen different topics.

“ Inception ,” I say without hesitation while he unhooks Guillermo’s leash. “It’s a dream within a dream within a dream, we get it ,” I groan, and Dylan barks out a laugh.

The dog happily trots into the living room without a backward glance, settling himself on the couch and chomping down on a bone. Dylan toes his shoes off and I follow his lead.

“Worst vacation?” I ask. I’m not sure how we ended up on this strange line of questioning about our worst and least favorite of everything, but for some reason it’s more fun than asking about each other’s favorites. I’m sure we’ll get around to those too eventually.

“Mount Rushmore,” he says, and I immediately laugh.

“Enough said there. I really never understood why anyone would bother to go see some faces carved into a perfectly good mountain.”

A moment of silent awareness suddenly settles between us, our laughter fading and the rest of the questions seeming to die instantly on our lips. It could easily start to feel awkward, standing in the entryway to his apartment, staring at each other, both of us waiting for the other one to make the first move. But instead, the air around us feels charged with building excitement, our eyes lingering on each other’s lips as we drift closer to one another. My heart is pounding so loud in my ears that it’s the only sound I can hear. The anticipation is almost as intoxicating as the memory of his lips against mine earlier.

“Want to go to my bedroom?” His voice is low and husky, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“I don’t know,” I tease, a smirk dancing on my lips as I take a step forward and he takes one back, leading us deeper into the apartment. “What are we going to do in your bedroom?”

That spark of mischief and heat is back in his eyes instantly.

“I figured we could start by getting naked, falling into bed together in a frenzy of hungry kisses and greedy hands, our hard cocks rubbing and grinding against each other as we roll around, getting ourselves all horny and sweaty and breathless.” The confidence and lust build in his voice with every word that falls from his lips.

I stalk him slowly, my cock hardening and my skin heating. My fingers twitch, begging me to reach for him, to pull him against me and taste his breath on my lips again. But every time I get close, his playful smile flutters and he takes another step back, luring me in like a siren.

“Then what?” My voice is filled with gravel and need too, every part of me aching to get closer to him.

“Then maybe I’ll let you eat me out, licking me nice and deep while you finger me open. You’ll have to take your time with me, Bas. It’s been a while since anyone has fucked me.” He bites his lip, and I let out an eager, throaty moan, my cock twitching and my balls tightening as visions of me spreading him out and licking his hole until he begs for my cock fill my mind.

“I’ll take my time, Precious,” I purr, following him through the open door to his bedroom and then nudging it closed behind me so Guillermo won’t get any ideas. “I’ll lick you and finger you all night if that’s what you need. I bet I could get off just hearing you moan my name while my fingers slide in and out of your tight hole.”

Dylan whimpers and reaches down to squeeze the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Fuck, I love a man who can match my dirty talk.”

With nowhere left for him to go, I finally close the space between us, hooking one hand behind his neck and pulling him in for the kiss I’ve been craving since the last one ended. Our earlier kisses were slow and sultry—appropriate for public if they hadn’t made my dick so hard. But we’re all alone now, less than a foot away from his bed, our harsh breathing the only sound filling the room, and there’s nothing slow or sweet about this kiss.

I thrust my tongue between his lips, and he moans into my mouth, like having some part of me inside of him is an actual physical relief. Like he’s been as desperate for this as I have. He pushes my shirt up as our tongues tangle and our mouths clash in a hungry rhythm. The feeling of his fingers brushing over my bare, overheated skin makes my body shiver and my cock jerk eagerly again. I flex my hips, pressing my throbbing erection against his through our jeans, and I can feel his cock twitch and spasm in response, stiffening with every stroke of our tongues and every muffled moan we trade.

“Is this how you want me to lick you, Precious?” I murmur, pulling back to drag my tongue slowly around the edges of his lips before thrusting it back inside his mouth in a deep, ravenous stroke.

He whimpers and nods, his forehead bumping mine with the motion.

“Make out with my hole until I’m so sloppy with your spit you won’t even need lube,” he pants, breaking our kiss just long enough to tug my shirt over my head and toss it aside, then doing the same with his own.

I growl and tackle him to the bed, the legs scraping noisily against the wood floor and the springs creaking as we tumble down together, already deep in another urgent kiss. The heat of his bare skin against mine sends fresh sparks of excitement through me. I want to taste every inch of him and suck hickies all over his collarbones and chest so he’ll have a visual reminder of our first time together, at least for a few days. I want to spend hours learning every birthmark and scar on his body, until I know it even better than my own.

We fumble with each other’s jeans, our insatiable kisses no longer confined to just our mouths, instead sucking and licking anywhere we can reach without putting even an inch of space between us. Dylan nibbles my chin, and I dip my face into the crook of his throat to feel the thundering of his pulse under my tongue. The stiff points of his nipples drag against mine and I can feel the vibration in his chest with every gasping, horny sound he makes.

We shed our jeans and underwear in jerky, clumsy movements, kicking them away to get lost in the tangle of the sheets. We never bothered to turn on the light, but there’s enough moonlight coming through the gap in his curtains for me to sit back for a minute and admire him. My heart is in my throat as I devour him with my eyes, taking in the lean lines of his body, the patches of dark hair on his chest and stomach and around his cock. And fuck , his cock. It’s stiff against his belly, dark with arousal and leaking glistening strands of precum onto his skin.

“Let me taste your cock, Precious?” I rasp, bringing just the tip of my index finger to his crown and dragging it through the slippery mess of his precum. His cock twitches and mine does too, aching need building in the base and tightening around my balls. “Let me trace your veins with my tongue and see how nicely you fit down my throat.”

Dylan arches off the bed, clutching the sheets in his fists and nodding eagerly.

“Please,” he pants. I start to shuffle down the bed, but he stops me by threading his fingers into my hair and giving a sharp tug. I look up to see a wicked smile dancing on his lips, his eyes shining with playful lust. “But just a taste. Get my cock nice and wet, then come back up here so I can see how good it feels to have your naked body pressed against mine and our cocks grinding together while we kiss.”

I grin right back and nod. Anything he wants. I’m so fucking weak for him already, and there’s not a damn thing I want to do to change that.

He eases his grip, and I shift down to settle between his legs. His thighs quiver just a little, spread wide on either side of me. I could live right here, with his legs wrapped around me, his tight sac within licking distance and his cock dribbling precum just for me. I’m not a religious man, but I think I’ve just found heaven. I dip my head down and drag my tongue over his balls, feeling them twitch and pull tighter under the wet stroke, his thighs clenching around me. I lick my way up to the base of his cock, then trace the thick, throbbing veins that line his shaft, just like I promised.

The musky, sweet flavor of his skin makes my cock throb. I lap at his shaft in long strokes from root to tip, like he’s an ice cream cone on a hot day. Dribbles of his salty precum roll down to land on my tongue, and his breathing gets heavier with every lick. My hips twitch and I mindlessly grind against the mattress while I get his cock nice and wet like he asked.

“Bas,” he groans, tugging on my hair again as another fat droplet of precum reaches my tongue. He cants his hips and whines.

I take that as my signal, reluctantly leaving his cock with one last swirl of my tongue around his crown before crawling back up the bed. His eyes are wild now and his skin is flushed. My cock drags along the warm skin of his inner thigh as I make my way up to plant my hands on the pillow, bracketing his head as I hover over him.

“I’m not sure you’re going to make it all the way to getting my cock inside you if a teasing blowjob has you this flushed and breathless,” I taunt, nipping at his lips and rolling my hips to bring the full length of my bare cock into contact with his for the first time.

Like my body is trying to get me back for that gentle teasing, pleasure rushes through me from root to tip and doesn’t stop there. My whole body clenches and trembles from the silky pressure of his cock against mine. I gasp and crash my lips into his without waiting for whatever filthy or snarky response he was about to come up with.

I rock my hips again as he licks his way into my mouth, and we trade muffled moans. My cockhead catches against his on the next thrust, and our precum mixes with my spit already drying on his skin to give us just a little bit of slickness to ease the friction. Our legs tangle and our hands wander while we roll and hump and kiss, losing track of time as we savor the building pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” Dylan groans, ending up on top of me with his hands braced on my chest, straddling my hips, thrusting his cock against mine like he can’t stop himself. He squeezes his eyes closed and moans again.

“Come like this if you want, Precious. Use me to get off and cover me in your cum.” I dig my fingers into the soft swell of his ass cheeks, encouraging him to thrust faster.

He whimpers and shakes his head, thrusting his hips a few more times before he forces himself to stop.

“I can do that another night, right? I mean…” He’s still breathing heavily, his cheeks a deep shade of pink and his hair messy from my fingers running through it. He licks his lips and gazes down at me. “This isn’t the only night we have.”

“It’s not the only night.” I hook my hand behind his neck again and pull him down so he’s splayed on top of me, chest to chest, cock to cock, our noses bumping and our breath mingling with every ragged exhale. “Unless you kick me out, you’d better get used to sharing this bed. Maybe I should play it cool since this is our first date and all, but I don’t have any chill when it comes to you. I want you. I want to date you and kiss you and fuck you. I want to make myself comfortable at your place and meet your friends and walk your dog for you when you have to work late. I want the whole damn thing, Precious. Is that okay?”

His forehead bumps against mine as he nods, a smile spreading over his kiss-swollen lips again.

“That’s okay,” he says softly. “Now, I want you to eat my ass like it’s your last meal and then fuck me into the mattress. Is that okay?”

I rasp out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s fucking okay.”

DYLAN

I’m not sure if my heart is pounding more from the sweet, perfect things Bas just said or the fact that I’m so horny I want to scream and his breath is ghosting teasingly over my hole. Maybe equal. A condom and bottle of lube lie on the bed right next to me, my face is buried in my pillow, and my ass is up in the air.

“Please,” I whimper, thrusting back towards him impatiently. My cock sways, hard and heavy between my legs, and my hole aches in anticipation. “Lick me, eat me, fuck me with your tongue and make me scream.”

“That mouth of yours,” he murmurs, clearly praising me as he slides a hand between my thighs and wraps his fingers around my cock.

“Bas,” I gasp, thrusting into the loose grip of his fingers reflexively.

He spreads my ass cheeks with his other hand, and the hot, wet press of his tongue against my hole has me moaning his name again. My insides clench impatiently around the emptiness I need him to soothe, and my hole flutters against his tongue. He laps at my rim with slow, flat strokes, and I fuck into his hand, unable to get enough friction to do anything but edge myself. My hole slowly softens as his licks get deeper, kissing me there just like he kissed my mouth, with muffled groans and sloppy, eager strokes of his tongue.

Heat spreads through me from my toes all the way up to the roots of my hair, my cock painfully hard and my skin feverish and sensitive. He wiggles and swirls his tongue inside me, lighting up nerve endings that have been neglected for too long. My precum is dripping between his fingers, pouring out of me as I rock on my knees, alternating between spearing myself on his tongue and thrusting into his too-loose grip.

“Ready for my finger, Precious?”

“Fuck yes. Stretch me open, make my toes curl, play with my prostate until your fingers are so drenched with my precum that you don’t even need lube,” I babble, biting down on the pillow and bouncing against his face, desperate to get his tongue deeper—anything to scratch the itch building and building and building inside of me.

I gasp at the first press of his finger, slipping in slowly right beside his tongue, reaching deeper than he can manage to lick and then crooking to tap my prostate. I wail and my cock spasms, flooding his palm with so much precum he probably could use it instead of lube if he wanted to. He works his finger in and out slowly, still licking and nipping at my rim, until I’m trembling and whimpering every time he thrusts it deeper again.

“Do you need a second finger or are you too close for me to make you wait any longer?”

“Please,” I groan.

Bas chuckles. “Going to need a little more clarity than that, Precious.”

“Fuck me,” I pant. I’m out of filthy words. I’m out of any words beyond the most basic, primal grunts and pleas. I need him, I need him, I need him.

“You have me,” he purrs.

Apparently, I was saying that second part out loud. It got me what I wanted, at least. He slowly eases his finger out of me, and I drag in a few steadying breaths to calm myself down. The condom wrapper crinkles and tears, and then the lube bottle clicks open. I gasp at the cold drizzle on my overheated hole.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. The ‘it’s okay’ I want to respond with dies on my lips as the sheathed head of his cock nudges against my hole. “Deep breath.”

I drag in a breath just like he says, and let myself relax, welcoming the mild sting and the aching stretch of being filled slowly as he sinks inside of me with a gut-deep moan. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I push myself up onto all fours so I have better leverage to rock onto his cock. I clench around him just to feel the fullness and draw another primal sound from his throat.

The relief of finally having him inside me only lasts for a few seconds before it’s not enough anymore. A needier feeling blooms in my gut and a whimper builds in my throat.

“Fuck me,” I plead again. Bas eases out until just the tip is still inside, then fills me again with a jarring thrust. “Yes,” I gasp. He does it again, harder and faster this time. “Yes, yes.” He wraps his arms around my middle and grunts against my shoulder blade as he finds a dizzying, hard, perfect rhythm. “Yes, yes, yes .”

The bed creaks underneath us and the room fills with the sound of our ragged breathing and breathless grunts and groans. Sweat beads on my skin, and Bas licks away the droplets he can reach. He rocks into me over and over again, hammering my prostate with every thrust, his girth tugging at my rim over and over again.

I pant his name until it’s the only word I can remember, and over the rush of my thundering pulse in my ears, I can hear him chanting mine too. No one’s ever fucked me like this. Like they know exactly what I need. Like my pleasure is the only thing that matters to them. Like I really am precious and special and worthy of all this attention.

“I’m so close,” I cry out, my body trembling and my cock throbbing.

“Come on my cock, Precious. I want to feel you squeezing me, pulsing around me, trembling in my arms from the pleasure I’m giving you,” he urges, reaching for my cock again.

His touch isn’t teasing or loose this time. He wraps his fingers around me and strokes me in the same fast, dizzying rhythm as his thrusts. I throw my head back and Bas presses his face into the side of my neck, murmuring more encouragement and filthy words that I can barely hear over my own wild moans as I finally tip over the edge. My inner muscles clench hard around his cock, and my cum explodes out of me in violent spurts, filling his hand and painting the sheets underneath me.

Bas’s grip tightens around me, and seconds later I can feel his answering throbs and hear his shouts of pleasure joining mine. The aching hot waves of pleasure go on and on, drawn out by the feeling of his cock spasming inside of me, his grunts and groans as we thrust and writhe together, chasing every last second of our orgasms. He thrusts deep a few more times, coaxing the last meager drops of cum from my balls, and then we collapse together in a sweaty, breathless heap.

“You’re going to think I’m lying, but that was hands-down the best sex I’ve ever had,” I murmur sleepily as soon as I’m able to form words again.

His arms are around me and his soft cock nudges at the swell of my ass cheek. A sated smile tugs at my lips and his breath puffs warmly against my shoulder. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, and I can feel the shape of his smile too.

“Why would I think you’re lying when that was objectively the best sex anyone has ever had?” he says, sounding just as relaxed and tired as I feel.

“That’s fair.” I yawn. “You meant everything you said earlier, right?”

“Absolutely.” He brushes another kiss to the back of my neck. “When can I take you out again?”

“Tomorrow?” I don’t bother trying to mask the eagerness in my tone. “Sleep here, we’ll have breakfast together, and then you can take me out again after I get off work.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He tightens his arms around me, and we both sink a little deeper into each other.

This feels like the start of something real, and I can’t wait to see where it goes.