to hide this was to pull his own T-shirt off, giving himself a chance to recuperate.
“It’s just a thing. I dunno. Bare chests are nice.”
“Yes they are,” Alex said, slightly lasciviously, no judgement in his voice.
“So,” George asked while Alex made work of George’s jeans, shucking them off before climbing up and straddling George’s waist. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I thought you don’t bottom.”
“We don’t have to fuck was what I meant.”
Alex started a slow grind, his hips rocking back and forth, rubbing their cocks together deliciously. He was wearing tight, white, Calvin Klein underwear that showed off his rapidly growing bulge.
“Oh, I want to.”
“Then why does whether or not I bottom have anything to do with it?”
The confused, then reluctantly impressed expression on Alex’s face made George grin. He lifted his hips into the grind and grabbed hold of Alex’s tight ass to keep him close.
“And, besides,” he continued, as if there was nothing else going on between them. “It’s not that I won’t ever bottom. I just haven’t before. And I don’t want my first time to be with some random hookup.”
“But… we went on a date.”
“I know.”
“Am I still a random hookup?”
“No.”
“You’re a virgin?”
“I haven’t had anyone fuck me before, no.”
“Oh.”
“Can we have sex now?”
Alex laughed, apparently amused at this, and nodded. “Yes.”
In one swift move, George reached up to put his hand between Alex’s shoulder blades, then flipped him neatly onto his back. While Alex was still recovering from this—a wrestling move George had used with his brother countless times—George grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Hard and fast still good for you?” George asked, his voice low in Alex’s ear.
“Unnghhh.”
“I agree.”
George rocked their hips together, their erections catching between the layers of cloth. Alex reached down and took hold of George’s ass, two handfuls, and squeezed. George laughed and bit his ear.
“You like my ass?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I like yours too.”
“You don’t need to sweet talk me, George,” Alex said, still lifting his hips up in the bump-’n’-grind thing they had going on. “Please, just fuck me.”
George bit Alex’s lower lip until he whimpered, then smirked.
“I can do that.”
Every breath seemed to catch in Alex’s throat as George worked him over with slick fingers, then pushed in slowly, an inch at a time. He watched carefully and absorbed those little breathy sounds: moans and grunts and “ oh s!” of pleasure. Wanting to take his time, at least to start with, George pulled Alex’s legs up to curl around his waist, and rested his weight on his hands so he had better control of the situation.
“Feel good?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Alex gasped. “Kiss me.”
That was easy. George leaned forward and made the kiss hot and fast, even if his body was still going slow. That made Alex’s fingers curl, digging hard into his muscles, and George liked that. It was fucking sexy, having this gorgeous man underneath him being wanton and lusty and desperate.
After that, Little Brain took over, and George stopped thinking. His world narrowed to his body and Alex’s and all the ways they could make each other feel good. The music in the background faded to nothing, too quiet to compete with the roaring blood in his ears. He didn’t want to listen to some hipster with a guitar anyway, not when Alex was loud during sex. Loud. And that was so very hot.
“I wanna make you come,” George growled into Alex’s ear. “I wanna hear you scream.”
“Oh Jesus,” Alex whimpered.
“You are too fucking hot. Gonna make you feel so good. Hold on.”
Alex’s knuckles kept scraping George’s belly as he tugged on his own cock, like he was desperately trying to keep up with the pounding George was giving him. He kept making those
“It’s just a thing. I dunno. Bare chests are nice.”
“Yes they are,” Alex said, slightly lasciviously, no judgement in his voice.
“So,” George asked while Alex made work of George’s jeans, shucking them off before climbing up and straddling George’s waist. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I thought you don’t bottom.”
“We don’t have to fuck was what I meant.”
Alex started a slow grind, his hips rocking back and forth, rubbing their cocks together deliciously. He was wearing tight, white, Calvin Klein underwear that showed off his rapidly growing bulge.
“Oh, I want to.”
“Then why does whether or not I bottom have anything to do with it?”
The confused, then reluctantly impressed expression on Alex’s face made George grin. He lifted his hips into the grind and grabbed hold of Alex’s tight ass to keep him close.
“And, besides,” he continued, as if there was nothing else going on between them. “It’s not that I won’t ever bottom. I just haven’t before. And I don’t want my first time to be with some random hookup.”
“But… we went on a date.”
“I know.”
“Am I still a random hookup?”
“No.”
“You’re a virgin?”
“I haven’t had anyone fuck me before, no.”
“Oh.”
“Can we have sex now?”
Alex laughed, apparently amused at this, and nodded. “Yes.”
In one swift move, George reached up to put his hand between Alex’s shoulder blades, then flipped him neatly onto his back. While Alex was still recovering from this—a wrestling move George had used with his brother countless times—George grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head.
“Hard and fast still good for you?” George asked, his voice low in Alex’s ear.
“Unnghhh.”
“I agree.”
George rocked their hips together, their erections catching between the layers of cloth. Alex reached down and took hold of George’s ass, two handfuls, and squeezed. George laughed and bit his ear.
“You like my ass?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I like yours too.”
“You don’t need to sweet talk me, George,” Alex said, still lifting his hips up in the bump-’n’-grind thing they had going on. “Please, just fuck me.”
George bit Alex’s lower lip until he whimpered, then smirked.
“I can do that.”
Every breath seemed to catch in Alex’s throat as George worked him over with slick fingers, then pushed in slowly, an inch at a time. He watched carefully and absorbed those little breathy sounds: moans and grunts and “ oh s!” of pleasure. Wanting to take his time, at least to start with, George pulled Alex’s legs up to curl around his waist, and rested his weight on his hands so he had better control of the situation.
“Feel good?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Alex gasped. “Kiss me.”
That was easy. George leaned forward and made the kiss hot and fast, even if his body was still going slow. That made Alex’s fingers curl, digging hard into his muscles, and George liked that. It was fucking sexy, having this gorgeous man underneath him being wanton and lusty and desperate.
After that, Little Brain took over, and George stopped thinking. His world narrowed to his body and Alex’s and all the ways they could make each other feel good. The music in the background faded to nothing, too quiet to compete with the roaring blood in his ears. He didn’t want to listen to some hipster with a guitar anyway, not when Alex was loud during sex. Loud. And that was so very hot.
“I wanna make you come,” George growled into Alex’s ear. “I wanna hear you scream.”
“Oh Jesus,” Alex whimpered.
“You are too fucking hot. Gonna make you feel so good. Hold on.”
Alex’s knuckles kept scraping George’s belly as he tugged on his own cock, like he was desperately trying to keep up with the pounding George was giving him. He kept making those
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