Efrain and Cory Ch. 25

Once we got back home, I took his hand and led him to what was now our bedroom, resolving to get it out of him. My plan, however, was shot the moment the door closed.

Before I could get a word in, Efrain pulled me into one of those indescribable kisses, a sort of open-mouth peck that straddled the line between sweet and scorching. Full lips teased mine open with only occasional licks of his tongue, while his hands framed my face, holding me in place for the ongoing torment.

When he pulled back, it took serious mental effort to remember that my body was supposed to exist in a solid state. Or to remember that I was supposed to ask him something. I would have been totally fucked if he'd decided to really use his tongue.

"Vato," I said when I finally came to my senses, "something bothering you?"

"No, just thinking through something," he said and kissed the corner of my mouth.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Soon."

"But, not now?"

As our eyes met, I could still see thoughts whirling behind his green-gold gaze. He kissed me again. "I think I..." he began, but then returned to kissing me. This time his tongue swept in and if I had any sanity left, I would have recognized that Efrain was stalling. He waited until I whimpered in surrender before he spoke again. "I think I want you to take me."

"Take you where?" He nibbled across my chin and toward my ear, which I fully blamed for my sudden bout of stupidity. His tongue flicked out to tease my earlobe.

"Fuck me," he breathed against my ear. Despite his low voice, the hard "k" emphasized the sharp tug of his hand in my hair. My eyes rolled back.

"You sure?"

"You don't want to fuck my ass?" His fingers tightened, pulling my head back.

"No, I want to, but–" I cut off in a whimper when he slid his other hand down and firmly gripped my cock through my jeans.

"So, do it." I skimmed my palms over his lean flanks and down to his ass, curling my fingers forward to knead the firm cheeks. Efrain's hips arched back into my hands and his voice became breathier. "I need to feel you cum."

Oh yeah, that did it.

I backed him toward the bed, ripping off our clothes as we went, and didn't even wait for his ass to hit the sheets before working my mouth over his body.

It had been a joke when I mentioned topping him, and I knew he was being polite when he offered to try it, but once the idea had been planted, thoughts of feeling him lose control, of cumming deep within him, refused to be rooted out. But, if I only got one chance to wrap his ass around my cock, I wanted to make it good for both of us. I had done my research, found ways to ease him into bottoming for me. Mutual fingering and rimming had become a part of our routine, and he liked that enough that I was sure he'd still want anal play regardless of how this night ended, but I'd still been patiently waiting for his signal that he was ready for more.

Efrain cradled me between his legs as I sucked and bit from lips, to neck, to nipples, to hips, to tight thighs lifted and spread open for my use. I stopped just long enough to get a pillow under his hips then pushed his knees apart and toward his shoulders. A short pause to admire the view before I dove into his hole and ate him like a starved animal. He gripped the sheets and nearly ripped them off the mattress. The only other time I heard him pant this hard was during endurance drills.

"Lube?" I asked and he passed me the bottle that we kept tucked behind the bedside lamp. I continued licking and probing while coating my fingers. My mouth moved up to suckle his balls as I pressed against his ass without entering, massaging until he all but begged me to slide in my fingers. I fed my middle finger into him and he demanded the second. His breath caught as I slowly worked in and out of him.

Toes curled, back arched, fingers clenched in my hair, Efrain's breathed rapidly through clenched teeth. When my mouth closed over his head and my lips began a slow descent down his shaft, he groaned. The sound reverberated through me, twitching my cock and pearling a bead of pre-cum on my head. I sucked firmly on his dick and felt him tightening in answer to my fingers' stringendo thrusts.

"Now," he moaned, fighting to exert control over me while simultaneously losing it over himself.

I swallowed him deeply then popped his cock out of my mouth. "Sure you're ready for this?"

"Fuck. Me. Now." His growls cut off sharply and his eyes rolled back when I slipped my fingers from him so I could reposition myself.

On my knees, with my slicked-up cock rubbing his almost feverishly hot ass, I paused to give him a chance to back out, but his heels dug into my ass, motioning me forward. He opened under the pressure, allowing my head to pop in past his inner-ring. Efrain hissed, and I worried that I'd hurt him, but he pulled me forward again. I rocked my hips and slid home, a slow journey that left us both breathless and shaking by the time I was fully sheathed in him.

Efrain laced his fingers between mine and pulled me down to him. My tongue plowed into his mouth, as I fought to stay still until he could adjust to me. As desperately as I wanted to thrust into him, I wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible. I started small, rocking my hips back and forth, gradually building movement and tempo, until my thrusts were just shy of heavy pounding and his groans took on a desperate edge.

And still he begged for more.

I wrapped an arm around him and reached between us to grab his dick. His mouth returned fire, plowing into mine as I had done to him earlier as tension built. I knew what was coming next. It only took one orgasm with my fingers inside him for us to learn that his ass was incredibly sensitive right after he came. Sure enough, the moment his dick unloaded onto his stomach and chest, he started trying to pull his ass off my cock. I held onto him tighter and continued thrusting while he thrashed under me. If I had any concerns that this hurt, Efrain moaning "fuck yeah" and "fuck my ass" over and over in my ear soon dispelled them. I fucked on as he gripped me harder and dragged me over the edge.

I fell apart at the molecular level, unloading deep within him, whimpering into his mouth, while he wrapped his arms and legs around me hard enough to make me sore the next day.

I collapsed on top of him, but somewhere between blacking out and coming back to my senses, we'd cleaned up with the washcloth he'd left on the nightstand earlier. It was another used jizz-rag he'd most likely planned to shove in my mouth, but I was more surprised that I had been conscious enough to assist with the clean-up.

"You doing alright?" I asked. We snuggled up and he slid his knee between my legs and pulled my top leg over his hip.

"Better than alright," he murmured against my neck. His lips teased over me, moving up to my lips. "It's not my preferred role, but we're definitely doing that again."

"I wouldn't say no to that," I said.

"Good."

"So, was that what made you all quiet?"

"No," he said.

"And you used sex to buy yourself some time," I joked, but then sobered up. "Was it that bad?"

Efrain paused, seeming to weigh his next words while his hands stroked over my back. "Just something Indie said."

"Oh? What was that?" I closed my eyes with a contented sigh. His hands always felt good, but felt even better after we'd fucked.

Efrain pulled me closer and I nuzzled his neck so that his next words hummed against my mouth. "That it's obvious I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

I lifted my head and looked at him. The "L" word hung between us.

"Are you?" I asked cautiously.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking as if he was trying to find the right words, before he finally answered. "I don't know."

"Oh." I looked away.

"But, I'm getting there." A smile had lifted the corners of his mouth by the time I looked back at him. "I know that might not be the answer you want, but–"

I wrapped myself around him and attacked his mouth before he could finish. He chuckled when I finally let him go.

"I take it we're on the same page," he said and I kissed him even more fiercely.

"Yeah," I said. His forehead rested on mine. "The same page."

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PS – Like hell I'm going to put them in a foursome!

Okay, so maybe I've plotted out an alt scene. And maybe I started writing it. And maybe I'll post it. And maybe I won't.

BUT, there's no fucking way it would be canon. Nope, not for my guys.