Page 17 of Single Player

That’s what Silas wanted, of course, his body desperate for more than the occasional stimulation he got when he pressed up against Matthew. And Matthew knew it, too, must have known it, because he was taking his sweet time with this. Silas wasn’t going to survive.

Matthew moved back up Silas’s body and kissed him, aligning their hips so he could press their cocks against each other. The contact made Silas gasp into Matthew’s mouth. Suddenly, he wanted everything, right now. He gripped Matthew’s shoulders for stability. Matthew moved against him more, a few gentle strokes, before breaking the kiss. Silas opened his eyes as Matthew grabbed something off the nightstand and straddled his upper thighs, getting into position there. When he saw Silas watching, he smirked, then opened the bottle of lube he’d retrieved and drizzled a cool, slick stream over Silas’s aching erection. Then he locked eyes with Silas and held his gaze as he wrapped his hand around the length and gave it one slow stroke.

Silas opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Matthew began stroking Silas’s dick in slow slides, taking his time, and Silas was speechless. His body was focused entirely on God, yes, this, and it was so good, he couldn’t articulate the pleasure.

“What do you want, Silas?” Matthew asked, his voice low and husky, and damn, the man could seduce him with just that tone. “You want me to get you off, just like this?” He reached down with the other hand and cupped Silas’s sac, fondling it as he continued stroking with the other hand. “Do you want to fuck me?” A shudder ran down Silas’s body as he struggled to control himself. He wasn’t close to coming, not yet, but his responses seemed extreme and he couldn’t seem to stop trembling. Matthew paused in his stroking. “You’ve got to tell me.”

Silas licked his lips, composing himself as best as he could. “What do you want?”

Matthew grinned. “Honestly? I want you to fuck me. I want you to try and keep it together while you’re pounding me.” He stroked Silas again. “What do you say to that?”

Silas gripped the bedsheets, because good god, he hadn’t expected that at all. All he could imagine now was that hot, tight press of muscle around his cock. “Yes. Yes, please.”

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That “yes” was the sweetest thing ever, coming from this strung-out, desperate, gorgeous man fucking into his hand. Matthew didn’t even know if Silas liked to top, but he personally enjoyed both, and he was especially going to enjoy Silas trying to hold back as he got completely overwhelmed. He moved off of Silas and stretched out next to him, taking the lube to prepare himself. With one leg bent on the bed, he reached down and back, gently stroking around the edge with a lubed finger before pressing inside. Silas watched him, lips parted, rolling onto his side to get a better look.

“You like to watch?” Matthew gave him a lascivious look. He was so fun to tease.

Without Matthew’s hands on him, Silas seemed to be doing much better at composing himself. “It’s more interesting than just lying here.” Apparently that composure extended to wisecracks. Matthew was just getting a sense of Silas’s sense of humor, which he hadn’t seen nearly enough of yet. It was refreshing to see that the guy actually had a sense of humor.

“Yeah, I bet.” Matthew focused on his task, the slow opening stretch, stroking his cock with his free hand to keep his erection while he did so. After a moment, Silas’s hand replaced Matthew’s around his dick, already lube-slicked. Oh fuck. He wasn’t tentative anymore, not like the first night when he’d been figuring Matthew out. Now he stroked sure and firm, rubbing his thumb over the tip each time, and Matthew strangled a groan as he pressed two fingers inside himself.

Silas squeezed Matthew’s cock a bit harder, causing him to buck up. Surprised, Matthew looked over at his partner, who was watching him intently, eyes dark with lust. Silas rolled the tip of Matthew’s cock between his thumb and forefinger, stimulating the sensitive underside, and Matthew exhaled with a quiet moan. Damn, that felt good.

“You’re incredible to watch.” Silas’s voice sounded soft and awed.

“Yeah?” Matthew finished his task and shifted on the bed. “Well, you’re going to love this part.” He winked. Pulling out of Silas’s grip, Matthew felt a momentary loss—his cock wanted the attention, dammit—then handed him a condom off the nightstand.

Silas opened the condom with steady hands, smoothing it down over his erection. He had lost his desperation from before and seemed much more composed. That disappointed Matthew in a way, because he wanted to see Silas come undone, not put himself back together. As Silas finished unrolling the condom, Matthew reached up and pinched both of Silas’s nipples, hard. Silas gasped, twitching, his hand reflexively tightening around his own dick.

“What was that for?” he asked, breathless.

“I like to shake you up.” Matthew stroked Silas’s latex-covered dick, coating it with more lube. Silas closed his eyes, moving his hips a bit into Matthew’s touch. As Matthew continued, Silas’s mouth fell open, soft and wet, a quiet sigh of pleasure. There, that was better. He released Silas, noticing as he did so how the other man moved forward to chase the sensation before coming back to himself and opening his eyes.

Matthew put his feet flat on the bed, knees bent up, and motioned Silas forward. “Come on.”

Silas looked confused, his eyebrows coming together. “Aren’t you going to roll over?”

“No, I want to watch you.” Matthew loved having sex like this, the intimacy of the position, the intensity of staring into someone’s face when they fucked him.

“Oh.” Silas looked hesitant.

“Never done it like this before?” Matthew tipped his head to the side.

Silas shook his head. Then, after visibly steadying himself, he moved forward on his hands and knees to line up. Matthew tipped his hips back to make it easier, watching Silas take his dick in hand and find his way. Then the pressure, the odd stretching sensation, the sudden feeling of overwhelming fullness as the head slipped inside. Oh fuck yes. Silas stopped there, his head tipped down and to the side, eyes squeezed shut.

“Feel good?” Matthew asked, stroking his dick slowly and leisurely while enjoying the pressure inside him.

Silas nodded with short, jerky head movements, as if even this was too much for him. “Just . . . trying to keep myself together.” After a couple of deep breaths, he pushed forward more, sliding deeper inside. Matthew groaned quietly. God, that was good. He loved this, every bit of it. Judging from the rapturous look on Silas’s face, he was enjoying it, too, his pleasure visible. When he opened his eyes, he wore an expression of complete concentration, his hands propping him up on the mattress, arms beginning to tremble already.

He was trying not to come, visibly struggling to maintain his sense of control. That wasn’t what Matthew wanted. Matthew wanted Silas to lose control, to try desperately to keep himself together and fail, thrusting and crying out and coming deep inside him. He didn’t even mind if Silas came too soon, because watching him in that state was incredibly erotic. Bracing his hands on the wall above his head, he pushed his body downward, taking Silas’s cock the rest of the way inside him all at once.

“Fuck!” Silas exclaimed, the swear bursting out of him, and Matthew laughed. He could feel his muscles clenching all along Silas’s length with the laughter, which made Silas swear again. “Fuck fuck fuck! Oh my god. Oh my god.” He opened his eyes, looking down at Matthew with desperation and frustration. “What the hell did you do that for? I’m . . .” Silas closed his eyes as Matthew squeezed around him, his words turning into a nonsensical moan. “Ohh. I’m trying not to come.”

“You’re so hot when you swear.” Matthew used his leverage on the bed to push himself off Silas’s cock, then started to press back onto him again.

“S-stop!” Silas said, voice much higher than before, and Matthew stopped, lowering his hands back down to the bed again. Silas was visibly trembling, the corded muscles in his arms tense with effort.