cock, then those lips wrapped around his prick. He shouted, hips bucking, pushing his cock a little deeper before he got control and made himself be still, hands petting Chance’s hair. Chance smiled around his cock, tongue sliding against the slit.
He shuddered, body tightening. “Good,” he managed to mutter, trying to catch his breath.
That hot mouth took more of him in, sinking down farther. He found Chance’s shoulders and held on, fingers digging in as the pleasure shot through his cock. A low hum sounded, Chance swallowing, hips sliding on the sheets. He panted, lying there like a fish out of water, fingers loosening their hold enough he could pat Chance. Chance nuzzled his belly, his hip.
“You make an old man feel good, Chance.”
“Yeah, you make an old man feel fine as frog hair spilt four ways.”
He chuckled. “Bring that sweet talking mouth up here for a kiss.”
Chance slid back up his body, cock hot and heavy against his thigh. He moaned into Chance’s mouth, hand sliding down to finger Chance’s cock. That heavy cock jerked, pushed into his hand, Chance moaning low.
“You want to do me?” He asked, palm sliding against Chance’s prick.
“Oh. Oh, shit.” Chance bucked, nodding, hips driving into his hand. “Okay.”
He kept stroking Chance’s cock, stretching to reach the side table and pull the slick and a condom from its drawer.
Chance groaned, hips still moving. “How do you want to do this?”
“However you want.” He’d never done it before, never been taken and so he didn’t know what he liked, or even if he would like it.
Chance settled beside him, slick fingers tickling his balls, sliding behind to circle his hole. “Been a while?”
“It’s never been,” he admitted, looking Chance in the eyes as he spread his legs, letting the man know it was his decision, he wanted it.
“Never? I’ll have to make it good.” Chance smiled, the tip of one finger slipping in.
He would have answered about how he had no doubt that Chance would, but Chance had stolen his breath, that finger feeling strange, but good. Chance’s tongue slid over his balls, that finger sliding, rocking in a gentle motion. He moaned, spreading his legs a little wider.
Chance didn’t hurry, fucking treated him like he was something else, something special. Felt good, the care even more than those fingers inside him. Or at least it did until those fingers made something inside him that had him bucking, shouting.
“Oh, you like that.” Chance purred, lips sliding along his cock as those fingers pushed in again.
“Fuck! Chance!” He bucked again, shivering at the sensation of lightning inside him.
“Yeah, you tell me when you’re ready for it to be me.”
“I am.” He was. Wanting to give this to Chance, to share this with the only man he’d ever woken up with.
“Oh, good. Gonna make it good, Mr. Sam. I swear it.”
He nodded. “I know you will.” Chance had never made him feel anything but good, right from the very first.
Chance moved between his legs, pushing against his hole, spreading him so slowly. Oh, fuck, it burned, not harsh or horrible, but it still made him stiffen up.
“Breathe.” Chance stopped, leaned down to kiss him.
He moaned into the kiss, breath returning with the sound and he made himself relax, ignore the pain. Chance moved in slow, gentle thrusts, carefully filling him, making him need. The burn faded, leaving behind an ache and a feeling that was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It made him shiver and he cried out as it got bigger.
“Yeah. Yeah, Sam. Feels so good.” Chance’s eyes were hot, aroused, watching him.
“It does.” He nodded, hand reaching out to touch Chance’s cheek. Chance turned, dropped a soft kiss on his palm, hips moving slow and easy.
He moaned, hips starting to meet Chance’s thrusts, needing more. Chance gave it to him, motions sure and strong, pressing into him. His eyes rolled as Chance’s cock slid over that spot inside
He shuddered, body tightening. “Good,” he managed to mutter, trying to catch his breath.
That hot mouth took more of him in, sinking down farther. He found Chance’s shoulders and held on, fingers digging in as the pleasure shot through his cock. A low hum sounded, Chance swallowing, hips sliding on the sheets. He panted, lying there like a fish out of water, fingers loosening their hold enough he could pat Chance. Chance nuzzled his belly, his hip.
“You make an old man feel good, Chance.”
“Yeah, you make an old man feel fine as frog hair spilt four ways.”
He chuckled. “Bring that sweet talking mouth up here for a kiss.”
Chance slid back up his body, cock hot and heavy against his thigh. He moaned into Chance’s mouth, hand sliding down to finger Chance’s cock. That heavy cock jerked, pushed into his hand, Chance moaning low.
“You want to do me?” He asked, palm sliding against Chance’s prick.
“Oh. Oh, shit.” Chance bucked, nodding, hips driving into his hand. “Okay.”
He kept stroking Chance’s cock, stretching to reach the side table and pull the slick and a condom from its drawer.
Chance groaned, hips still moving. “How do you want to do this?”
“However you want.” He’d never done it before, never been taken and so he didn’t know what he liked, or even if he would like it.
Chance settled beside him, slick fingers tickling his balls, sliding behind to circle his hole. “Been a while?”
“It’s never been,” he admitted, looking Chance in the eyes as he spread his legs, letting the man know it was his decision, he wanted it.
“Never? I’ll have to make it good.” Chance smiled, the tip of one finger slipping in.
He would have answered about how he had no doubt that Chance would, but Chance had stolen his breath, that finger feeling strange, but good. Chance’s tongue slid over his balls, that finger sliding, rocking in a gentle motion. He moaned, spreading his legs a little wider.
Chance didn’t hurry, fucking treated him like he was something else, something special. Felt good, the care even more than those fingers inside him. Or at least it did until those fingers made something inside him that had him bucking, shouting.
“Oh, you like that.” Chance purred, lips sliding along his cock as those fingers pushed in again.
“Fuck! Chance!” He bucked again, shivering at the sensation of lightning inside him.
“Yeah, you tell me when you’re ready for it to be me.”
“I am.” He was. Wanting to give this to Chance, to share this with the only man he’d ever woken up with.
“Oh, good. Gonna make it good, Mr. Sam. I swear it.”
He nodded. “I know you will.” Chance had never made him feel anything but good, right from the very first.
Chance moved between his legs, pushing against his hole, spreading him so slowly. Oh, fuck, it burned, not harsh or horrible, but it still made him stiffen up.
“Breathe.” Chance stopped, leaned down to kiss him.
He moaned into the kiss, breath returning with the sound and he made himself relax, ignore the pain. Chance moved in slow, gentle thrusts, carefully filling him, making him need. The burn faded, leaving behind an ache and a feeling that was unlike anything he’d ever felt. It made him shiver and he cried out as it got bigger.
“Yeah. Yeah, Sam. Feels so good.” Chance’s eyes were hot, aroused, watching him.
“It does.” He nodded, hand reaching out to touch Chance’s cheek. Chance turned, dropped a soft kiss on his palm, hips moving slow and easy.
He moaned, hips starting to meet Chance’s thrusts, needing more. Chance gave it to him, motions sure and strong, pressing into him. His eyes rolled as Chance’s cock slid over that spot inside
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