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Maxwell moaned in unabashed excitement. “Yes, please. Yes.”
He’d have spread his legs but balanced as he was on the armrest, he couldn’t move and so could only whimper and pull on Garrett’s hair as Garrett’s finger teased his pucker. With a cheeky smile recognizable even with his lips spread around Maxwell’s cock, Garrett tormented him. He flickered his tongue around Maxwell’s hyper-sensitive head and circled and rubbed around his entrance without ever dipping inside.
Maxwell tried to thrust his hips toward one sensation or the other, desperate for anything like relief, but every time, Garrett used the grip he still had on one of Maxwell’s hips to deny him.
When Garrett teased the tip of his finger right against Maxwell’s opening, only to back off down to the spot behind his balls again, Maxwell finally broke with a sob. “Please, Garrett.”
With a moan that vibrated up Maxwell’s length and made him see stars, Garrett finally plunged his finger into Maxwell’s ass up to the knuckle.
Maxwell let out a cry of relief and fell heavily against his hold on Garrett’s shoulders, even as his rim spasmed and twitched around the sudden invasion. He groaned and rocked his hips, loving the feel of the stretch and the fullness and the way the penetration made him feel almost helpless. He knew there was some complication in his psyche that made him dread that in his romantic relationships but crave it in bed, but he didn’t care about that.
With Garrett sucking and licking at his cock and finally moving that finger in and out of him, Maxwell didn’t care about anything else in the whole galaxy. He balanced too high above Garrett and too precariously to do anything. He could only hang on and let Garrett work him over. So he closed his eyes and let his head drop back, a continuous litany of moans and sighs and Garrett’s name falling from his lips as Garrett started to work a second finger into him.
The stretch and the burn were greater than the last time, when Garrett had opened him up with such slowness, Maxwell had thought the wait and the sensation might actually drive him insane, but there was no pain, and Maxwell relished the discomfort. The feelings grounded him and kept him here in this room in the arms of this man. This man, who treated him like the most precious thing in the universe.
“I want you.” Maxwell reached down to trace his hands over Garrett’s jaw. “I want you now. I can take you, please.”
Garrett finally pulled off Maxwell’s cock and pressed a kiss to his hipbone. “You sure, baby?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Maxwell twitched his hips back to thrust himself onto Garrett’s fingers. “I’m sure.”
“You’re still so tight.” Garrett brushed his thumb over Maxwell’s rim as he pumped his two fingers in and out.
“I want to be tight around you.” Maxwell pushed at Garrett’s shoulders. “Please, Garrett.”
“Shh, alright, baby.” Garrett pulled his fingers free and, after a moment, wrapped both hands around Maxwell’s hips. “Alright, I’ll take care of you.”
He lifted Maxwell back up off the armrests and lowered him onto his lap. Maxwell’s stretched rim caught on the blunt head of Garrett’s cock, and he gasped.
“That’s right, baby, you can take it.” Garrett pulled him slowly, inch by inch, down onto his cock as Maxwell whimpered and sighed. Maxwell’s rim clenched and spasmed but eventually yielded to Garrett’s insistent pressure, and Maxwell sank down onto him. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
After a glorious minute that seemed to last for eternity, Maxwell finally came to a rest on Garrett’s lap, full to bursting with his cock, sweating and shaking. He hadn’t quite been ready, but with every twitch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his overwhelmed body, he couldn’t regret it.
“God, look at you.” Garrett leaned back to sweep his eyes over his body. He ran one of his hands up and over Maxwell’s chest, following a streak of dark blue with a bright core of light. “Baby, it means so fucking much to me that you let me look at you.”
“Garrett, I—” Maxwell’s words caught in his throat even as the telltale evidence of his emotions painted in sky blue across his chest. He still couldn’t say it, and it killed him. Why couldn’t he say it? He rocked his hips in Garrett’s lap, rubbing Garrett’s cock along his insides, and watched as Garrett’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. Could he say what he wanted with his body instead?
Could he make Garrett feel so good that Garrett didn’t have any doubts about Maxwell’s feelings for him?
He braced his knees on either side of Garrett’s thighs and raised himself up, his body clenching and tightening and trying to keep Garrett inside of him, before dropping back down to impale himself on Garrett’s cock again.
“Oh fuck, baby.” Garrett’s eyes snapped up, and Maxwell met them with all the determination and intensity he had ever felt running into a firefight with his medical bag. He wrapped his arms around Garrett’s neck for leverage and lifted and dropped himself again with a soft cry. “Oh god, that’s right.”
Garrett grabbed Maxwell’s hips, and with his guidance, Maxwell managed to find a rhythm, sliding himself and up and down Garrett’s length. He dropped his chin to his chest and moaned. “Garrett.”
“Does that feel good, baby?” Garrett moved his hands to Maxwell’s ass and used his strength to help support Maxwell’s weight as he bounced. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” Maxwell held tightly to the back of Garrett’s neck as he forced himself to move, the drag of Garrett inside him making his mind spin. “Yes.”
“Fuck, yeah, I can see it on you.” Garrett’s eyes roamed over Maxwell’s body and his face and the colors rolling over him. He used his hands on Maxwell’s ass to spread his cheeks, and he brushed Maxwell’s swollen, sensitive rim with his fingers, and Maxwell keened.
Maxwell rocked desperately, sliding Garrett in and out of himself, panting and shaking.
He looked down between them at his drooling cock, smearing across Garrett’s taught abs, and whined, “Garrett, touch me, please.”
“Of course, baby.” Garrett rearranged his grip so he could hold Maxwell’s hip with one hand and wrapped the other loosely around Maxwell’s length. “There you go. How’s that?”
“Good.” Maxwell’s burning thighs pushed to new limits as his hips helplessly thrust into Garrett’s fist. He forced himself back and forth, pushing into Garrett’s fist and then impaling himself on Garrett’s cock. “Oh Garrett, it’s good, it’s good.”
