Page 197 of Should the Sky Fall

He whimpers when Cal’s cock sinks into him, filling him up perfectly. He clenches around Cal, pulling a hiss from him. He does it again, intentionally this time.

“Dawson,” Cal warns.

“What?” Dawson feigns innocence.

“You know what.”

“Oh, this?” He clenches again, Cal’s hips stuttering, his cock dragging over Dawson’s prostate. They both moan.

“Stop it.”

“Why? What are you gonna—Ah, shit!”

Cal draws back, pulling out almost all the way, and thrusts in. Chuckling at Dawson’s reaction, he does it again, setting up a rhythm that has the bed creaking and Dawson crying out in no time. He lets out a particularly loud wail when Cal’s cock hits the spot inside himjustright.

Cal freezes. “Dawson? Did I—”

“Don’t fucking stop!” Dawson sobs, rocking back against Cal, wanting to feel him deeper.

“Oh. Sorry,” he says, amused. He covers Dawson’s back, caging him in, and drives into him.

The pace is different now, languid and almost decadent, Cal’s cock sinking in all the way before pulling out, then filling Dawson up again. It’s intense in a way that has Dawson shaking and babbling within minutes, his pleasure skyrocketing.

Cal gradually slows to a stop and runs a hand down Dawson’s side. “Could you turn over? I’d like to kiss you.”

Oh, yes. Kissing. Kissing is good.

Dawson mumbles a yes, biting his lip when Cal pulls out of him. He flips onto his back, nearly swallowing his tongue at seeing Cal so disheveled. Cal descends on him instantly, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss that has his head spinning. He spreads his legs when he feels Cal between his cheeks again, and, grabbing Cal’s hips, he guides him in. A relieved sigh escapes him when he’s full again, and he wraps himself around Cal like an octopus, holding on.

Cal gathers him in his arms, rocking into him in gentle waves as he kisses him thoroughly. The combined assault on Dawson’s senses has him soaring high and fast. A part of him wants to slow down, make this last as long as possible. He has to remind himself there’s no need to stall. This is far from the last time he’ll have Cal like this. There will be so many times. So many more. They have the rest of their lives for it.

“Cal.”

“I know.”

Dawson clings on tighter when the pressure inside him builds, seconds away from unraveling. He doesn’t stand a chance when Cal grabs his legs and pushes them to his chest, the new angle changing everything.

Cal’s cock drives into him four more times before Dawson cries out, ropes of come landing between their stomachs. Cal fucks him through it with sinful rolls of his hips that make Dawson’s legs shake and his cock dribble out whatever is left in him. Then Cal shudders, his movements stuttering, and he spills inside Dawson, whimpering into his neck.

Dawson kisses his neck, his limbs too jelly-like to move.

Jesus. Christ.

“Are you alright?” Cal asks.

Dawson would laugh but it requires too much energy. “Peachy.”

Cal chuckles, kissing Dawson’s brow as he starts to pull out.

Overcome with a sudden surge of strength, Dawson locks his legs around him. “Wait. Can we stay like this for a moment?” He’s not ready to let go yet, feeling too raw.

Cal settles back on top of him, threading his fingers through Dawson’s hair. “Anything you want.”

As Dawson lies there, basking in the afterglow with Cal’s comforting weight on top of him, something occurs to him, making him giggle. How has he not put it together before?

“What’s funny?” Cal asks.

Dawson hums, stroking Cal’s back. “Do you like making love with me?”