Every Shade by Nora Phoenix

8

All his nerves were gone. Las felt nothing but eager anticipation as AJ rolled a condom onto his cock, then tore open a second packet of lube and spread it evenly. He’d taken such care preparing him, helping him relax with those sexy words that set Las’s body on fire. Whereas before, he’d had trouble sometimes with tensing up, AJ had helped him breathe and feel good. AJ’s fingers had brushed his prostate a few times, and sparks had shot through his ass, a promise of what was to come.

He pulled up his legs, grateful for the yoga he did daily, which made him surprisingly limber for a man his size.

“Oh, that’s sexy as fuck.” AJ kneeled between Las’s legs. “Look at you all spread out for me.”

Las held his eyes, determined to be brave enough to face him. “Please.”

He kept saying it, the only word his frazzled brain could come up with right now. But AJ seemed to like it because his eyes darkened a little every time Las said it, and he got this look on his face like Las was some exquisite meal, and he was starving.

AJ positioned himself, spreading Las’s legs wide as he pushed against his hole. Las blew out a breath and bore down. An involuntary moan slipped from his lips as AJ sunk inside him, a testament to the care AJ had taken in prepping him. He halted when he was halfway in, his eyes wordlessly checking in with Las, who nodded. He was fine. Hell, he was more than fine.

Magnificent. Fantastic. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

That’s how he was, closing his eyes as the sensation of AJ slowly burying himself deep inside him became overwhelming. It was fullness, the slight stretch with this amazing tingling of his nerves inside, this sensation of being taken and claimed. It was too much and not enough, and he wanted it to never end.

When he was in completely, AJ waited a few beats, stretched out on top of Las. Their height difference was too big to kiss, but AJ found Las’s nipples instead and sucked. Hard. Las’s eyes flew open as he shivered. AJ blew a hot breath over his hard, wet nipple, which made another shiver tear through him.

Then AJ started moving, raising himself up on his arms and sliding out all the way before surging back in. It was slow and precise, and Las felt every inch fill him up to that perfect fullness, before AJ pulled back, leaving him feeling bereft.

It was torture, sweet torture. Torture that lit a fire in him that built higher and higher, making sweat pearl all over his body as his breathing grew faster and his heart rate sped up.

“Please,” he said again, and AJ had this crooked grin on his face, this slow, sexy smile that made Las’s stomach dance, even as the fire inside him roared into an inferno.

“I like hearing you beg,” AJ said.

Something hard flashed over his face, as if he was worried he’d said the wrong thing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Las knew things were going off the rails, that they were saying and doing stuff that didn’t fit into a casual hookup, but hell if he cared. AJ made him want all the things, made him believe he could have them. And so Las jumped in, opening up as well.

“You make me want to beg…”

“God, Las…” AJ breathed. He shoved inside Las, hitting his prostate dead on, and Las felt himself hurtling toward his orgasm. His hand sneaked in between them, wrapping around his cock. His dick was throbbing in his hand, almost painful to the touch with how hard it was. A few good strokes, and he would…

Then AJ slammed inside him again, and he lost it. The slight pressure of his hand folded around his cock was enough, and his vision went white as his balls clenched, then released, shooting thick ropes of cum out of his cock. His orgasm was endless, his body shaking with the blinding force of it. AJ didn’t move, staying buried deep inside him, as if he didn’t want to miss a single tremor that wracked Las’s body.

It took a long time for his body to stop trembling and shaking, and when it finally did and he was able to open his eyes again, he found AJ staring down at him with a soft expression on his face. “You needed that,” he said, more a conclusion than a question.

Las lifted his head to examine himself and AJ. God, he’d shot his load everywhere. His hand had caught some of it, but he’d done a piss-poor job at aiming, clearly, as spurts had landed on his pecs, on AJ’s smooth chest, and even some in his hair. He winced, raising a slightly unsteady hand and wiping a thick drop of cum from one of AJ’s curls.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

AJ grabbed his hand before he could wipe it off on the sheets, then brought it to his mouth. Las’s cheeks heated up all over again as AJ opened his mouth and licked off the cum, sucking on Las’s fingers until they were clean. Fuck, that was hot and filthy.

“Mmm,” AJ hummed, “delicious.”

He carefully pulled out of Las. Wait, he wasn’t gonna finish? Had Las done something wrong? His brows furrowed as he did a quick mental check. AJ hadn’t come yet, that he was certain of. Didn’t he want to? Or had Las fucked up somehow? He couldn’t think of anything.

His worries intensified when AJ rolled off the condom and tossed it aside, until Las saw the heated look in his eyes. “You look thoroughly debauched,” AJ said.

Debauched. He liked that word, especially if it made AJ look at him like Las was his favorite candy. And it was fitting, he guessed, considering what he must look like, all covered in his own cum, his body still sweaty and flushed from the thorough fucking.

Then AJ wrapped his hand around his own cock and stroked himself, and any self-doubt fled from Las’s mind. He could only watch, completely entranced, as AJ devoured Las with his eyes while he jacked himself off. Slick noises danced through the room, interspersed with low grunts from AJ. Las swallowed, growing hard again from watching AJ losing himself to his pleasure.

He was doing what he had told Las he’d do with a picture of him: jacking off. The thought that the view of his body alone was enough filled Las with wonder. Oh, he’d met plenty of men who liked his body, but they’d all wanted him to be the dominant one, to lead, to be their strong man. No one had ever wanted to take care of him like AJ did. No one had ever said his body was their idea of perfection. No one had ever gotten him, until now.

When AJ’s breathing sped up and his moves became jerky, irregular, Las did what came naturally. “Please,” he whispered, then opened his mouth.

Seconds later, cum hit him on his chin, then in his mouth and on his cheeks. “God, sweetheart, you’re perfect,” AJ groaned, shivering as he ejected the last bit of cum. “I need to photograph you looking like this, all covered in my cum. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

Las swallowed, then beamed at him. “I’ve never felt more beautiful in my life.”