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It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re out with Tara and Darcy, dancing and having fun. It’s only eleven, so we’re just pleasantly buzzed, and plan on staying that way the rest of the night.
Tara and Darcy, however, have decided to go all out. They are at the horny drunk stage and all over each other. It’s so cute. I’m glad we all ended up living close to each other. Earlier, they told us that they’re going to start having kids next year. Or trying, at least. Which is very exciting for them, but also means this is probably their last New Year’s Eve out for the next fifteen or so years. Gotta make the most of it, I guess.
I’m trying to make the most of it, too. With Tara and Darcy off in their own little world, it lets Charlie and I do the same. I’m so excited for tomorrow that I can feel the nervous energy vibrating off me in waves. Charlie is so hot tonight and he keeps giving me these looks and I can’t wait to finally get my own Free Use Day.
I’ve been happy to do it for Charlie, of course. I probably never would have asked for one if he hadn’t proposed a trade. Honestly, I got the better end of the deal. Being able to look through all Charlie’s cute-slash-embarrassing kid mementos without him eyerolling or grabbing them from me was my idea of a morning well spent. I ended up keeping way too many things, but whatever. He said I could do what I wanted with them.
And now I get my own day, too. A win all around, really.
When we talked about it, I had some trouble nailing down what I really wanted out of it. I don’t want Charlie to stress out. I spend a lot of time thinking about the day beforehand, and making lists of what I want to clean and organise for him. There’s the sex, yeah, but I also do all the tidying up and chores that are hard for him mentally. I know he appreciates that maybe just as much as the sex.
But I don’t want him doing chores or anything like that. That’s not what I need. I want him to relax. We decided we would just have a chill day together; sleep as much as we want, play video games, read, watch movies. And then Charlie can initiate sex whenever he wants. That’s the reason I’m doing this. I don’t need to turn my brain off the same way Charlie does. My brain is always on, and I like it that way. But I am curious what Charlie will do when given complete, 100% control of the day.
I’m brought back to the moment by Charlie’s hips, moving against me in the crush of people. His hands are up around my neck and I can’t stop staring at him.
“Feeling okay?” he asks me, right by my ear so I can hear.
I turn my head and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Yep. You?”
“Yeah. You just looked spaced out.”
“Thinking about tomorrow.” I kiss him on the lips, and he pulls me closer while he returns it.
“Me, too,” he says, smiling at me.
Just before midnight, the bar starts handing out little plastic glasses of champagne. I’m sure it’s terrible, but it’ll do for tonight.
We find Tara and Darcy and manage to break them apart so we can all count down together. At midnight, we clink glasses and wish each other a happy new year. And then Darcy pulls Tara into a fancy dip and kiss situation. Not to be outdone, I do the same to Charlie, and he laughs and grips my shirt– like I would ever drop him– before slamming his mouth to mine.
He doesn’t end the kiss when I stand him up. He gets his hands around my waist and pulls me tighter against him and really kisses me. Like, not a meant-for-public kiss. I’m a bit shocked, but maybe Charlie is more buzzed than I thought he was. I return it, because why the fuck not? It’s New Years.
Then his hands drift down and grip my ass and I pull back.
“Charlie!” I say, laughing at him.
“Happy tomorrow!” he says, before he does it again, pulling me in against him.
“What?” I’m confused, but also this is pretty hot. It’s not like we’ve never gone overboard on a dance floor– uni years were pretty much one long string of extreme denial and extreme horniness– but we’re adults now.
“It’s officially New Year’s Day!” He gives me a cheeky look, then sticks his hands in my back pockets.
Yes, I remember what that means. “I didn’t think– here?!” I practically shout it at him over the sound of people singing the final strains of Auld Lang Syne.
“Didn’t realise it was location specific.”
He’s got me there. And really, it’s not in my best interest to argue this point. “Okay,” I say loudly. And then I get my hands up into his hair and kiss him, while he keeps pulling me against him.
He starts walking us a bit, away from Tara and Darcy, until we’re in a new section of the dance floor, near the wall. The music is back and he puts his arms around my neck again and we start dancing.
Despite the fact that I’m a big guy, I actually can dance. It only took one night with him, in a gay club in Leeds when he came to visit, to stop putting up a fight about it. Sure, we went to house parties back home, but seeing Charlie for the first time in a real club? Without childhood friends around? Where he could be himself without fear? I had never been so turned on in my life.
It hasn’t really gone away, either. Even now that we’re married, seeing him dance the way he currently is, with his hips and his waist and his tummy peeking out from his cropped shirt, makes me want to throw him over my shoulder and take him home. Which is, embarrassingly, pretty much what I did that first time. I just have a little more self control now.
He’s testing that self control, though. And he knows it. I’m not really the kind to just passively accept him flirting or trying to start something. If he’s up for it, I’m up for it. I don’t think I’ve turned sex down more than a handful of times over the years. So trying to ‘let him use me’ is a little difficult. I wonder, again, how he expects this day to go.
His back is to my front, and his hands are up around my neck, and he’s grinding back into me because he knows I like it. He must like it, too. If he gets to do whatever he wants, and this is what he’s doing, I should make it good. So I let my fingertips gently run down along the path of his arms, down his sides, to land on his hips. I press into him, moving him back against me, and he turns his head to kiss at the side of my face.
“More,” he says, before sucking at my neck.
I trace back up his body, only this time I get my fingers under his shirt. It lifts slightly as I go, but I stop before his chest is on display. I move my hands in front of him and just for a second let my thumbs reach up to brush over his nipples, before I bring my hands back down to his hips.
I feel him arch back against me, and I bend so I can get to his neck, sucking gently along it while his hands tangle in my hair.
After a few moments, my hands go lower, down the outside of his thighs as far as I can reach, before coming back up along the inseam of his ridiculously tight jeans. Once again, I let my fingers just barely brush over him there, before they return to his hips. I grind against him again, letting him feel how I’m starting to get hard.
He pulls me down into a sloppy kiss, then turns in my arms and kisses me harder, backing me right up against the wall, pressing his thigh between my legs, like he knows I love.
“I want to go home,” he says between kisses.
“Yeah, alright.” Obviously, I’m on board. Any further and we’re headed into indecent territory. Or ‘fucking in the loos’ territory, which honestly, I think we’re a bit too old for now.
He grabs my hand and drags me back through the dance floor until we find Tara and Darcy, who are, for some reason, laughing hysterically against each other.
“We’re leaving!” Charlie shouts to them.
“Hugs!” Tara shouts back.
We both give her very careful hugs, then do the same with Darcy, and then we’re off into the night.
*
The journey home calmed us both down a bit. When we get back, it’s late and we’re tired. I make us some quick cheese toasties and after we eat, we quickly get ready before we fall into bed.
Charlie rolls himself into the crook of my arm and snuggles up to me.
“That was a fun night,” he says softly, one hand dragging along my naked chest.
“Yeah,” I agree. “You looked really good. Did I tell you that yet?” I know I have, at least ten times.
He smiles at me. “How good?”
I turn to face him. “So good. So sexy. You know I love when you get all dressed up like that.”
“You looked good, too,” he says. Then he rolls on top of me and leans down for a kiss.
It turns heated immediately, like our bodies just remembered that we were horny only an hour ago.
We make out and Charlie starts grinding down onto me, but before I can wonder if I should be making the next move or not, he sits up, straddling my hips.
“Sit up,” he says roughly.
I do, and he lowers the waistband of his boxers just enough to pull himself out, then does the same to me. He scoots in a little closer. I wrap my arms around his waist to help, until our dicks are lined up, and he takes his hand and wraps it around us both.
“Been wanting to do this all night,” he says, leaning down to kiss me.
I just tighten the grip I have around him, keeping him flush up against me. His hand is so small, smaller than mine, and it doesn’t nearly wrap all the way around us, but I don’t care. It feels so good, fucking my hips up against him, feeling how we slide together. Every few strokes, he brings his other hand to join, twisting over top, then smearing the wetness down along us. Soon, it’s slippery from both our precome, and he’s rutting up against me harder, using one hand on my shoulder to balance.
“Charlie,” I gasp. “Feels so good, shit, I’m close. Are you?”
He nods. “Use your hand, too,” he says quickly.
Immediately, I bring one hand to join, and tighten the grip. My other hand is at the small of his back, urging him forward. He drops his head to my shoulder and with a gentle bite on the bunch of muscle there, I can feel him come. I keep going while he’s shaking and stuttering out curse words, until I join, adding to the slickness between us.
“Fuck,” he sighs once his hips stop jerking.
I nose my way over to him, and he meets me for a kiss before he leans over to grab the wipes.
“That was good,” he says, still catching his breath.
I turn over so I can gather him up in my arms. “So good,” I agree.
“I wanna sleep now,” he mumbles.
Me, too, but I want to clarify one thing. “Char, I just want to be sure you know that I’m okay if you want to, like, use me while I’m sleeping. Like I do when it’s you.”
I feel his smile against my chest, where he’s settled again. “Is that a hint or…”
“Not a hint. You can do whatever you want. But everything we talked about before is still okay with me. Just wanted to check in.”
He gives my chest a quick kiss. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”
“Love you.” I give him a kiss on the head.
“Love you, too.”
*
He takes me at my word for that, because I wake up to my dick in his mouth.
“Jesus,” I gasp, blinding grabbing for his head under the sheets. I blame the alcohol for how I could have possibly slept until this point.
He looks up at me, then says, “I was too tired earlier, but I’m awake now, and I want to ride you.”
“Okay,” I manage to say. I love being woken up for sex. Something about knowing that Charlie wants me so much he can’t wait gives me the best feeling.
There’s a bottle of lube already on the mattress, and he uses it to slick me up. Then he climbs onto me, knees on either side of my hips, and holds me still. I want to kiss him, but I can’t reach. So I hold his hips, gently, while he lowers himself onto me.
“So good,” he sighs, as he works himself slowly down.
Meanwhile, I’m trying so hard to remain calm, so I can give him what he needs. I’m already so close. “Charlie, wait,” I say, tightening my grip so I can pause him for a second.
He just gives me a scolding look. “Think about something else,” he says, swiveling his hips on me to break free of my grasp.
“I can’t,” I bite out.
“Remember when that guy on your team broke his finger?” Charlie asks, sinking lower. “And you could see the bone sticking out?”
“Charlie!” I shout. “No!” That does it. I’m not on the edge anymore, because that image is flashing through my mind. I almost passed out on the pitch that day.
Charlie laughs, and then takes the last third of me in one go.
“Shit,” I groan, grabbing his hips again.
“Let go,” he says. “Grab the headboard and just look pretty for me.” He gives me a smirk, because that’s what I usually say to him.
I do as he says, grabbing the headboard and tensing all my muscles so I look pretty for him.
“Oh fuck, look at you.” He runs his hands from my stomach up my chest, stopping to gently pinch my nipples, before landing on my biceps and pressing his weight into me.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I say to him. He looks beautiful, leaning over me. He’s flushed and his lips are red from sucking me off, his eyes big and wide. He looks so fucking amazing. Suddenly, I’m on the edge again, and everything in me tightens.
“Broken finger,” he says, breathing hard and starting to move faster.
I squeeze my eyes shut and picture it again. I usually don’t have this much trouble, especially after getting off only a few hours ago. I think it’s the being-woken-up-for-sex part. He doesn’t do it often, because Charlie values his sleep more than pretty much anything, so when he does it’s really hot.
“Talk to me.” He’s still leaning over me, pressing me down into the bed and using my arms as leverage to rock himself back and forth.
I don’t really have to think very hard before I start running my mouth. “Char, you look so hot like this. You feel so good. You’re so hot and wet and tight. Did you fuck yourself open before I woke up?”
“Yeah,” he says roughly. “Woke up and wanted you.”
“Oh my god, I love that. You can do this any time. Keep me up all night if you want.”
“Having trouble keeping you up for ten minutes, Nick. What makes you think you can go all night?”
To make his point, he lifts up almost all the way, and then slides back down and I’m suddenly hissing and thinking of broken fingers again. Fuck. I know he’s just teasing me, but it’s not fair.
“You know I love when you want me like this.”
I feel like I initiate sex more often than he does. Even if it was fifty/fifty, though, knowing he wants me has always been the biggest turn on. That’s what I want out of today the most; to be wanted and taken.
He’s grinding on me, keeping me deep. “You make me feel so good, I always want you.”
“Can I touch you?” I ask desperately.
He lifts up a bit higher, on his knees. “Want you to fuck me now. You can touch me.”
I immediately sit up a bit and reach around so I can hook my hands up under his ass. He grabs a spare pillow to shove behind me so I can hold the position more comfortably, and then it’s a race to the finish. I’m moving hard and fast, like I know he wants, because he’s using me right now to get off. He’s also moving, fucking his own fist. My eyes are jumping all over, from his face to his arm muscles flexing, to the head of his cock as it appears and disappears, then between his legs, to where I’m fucking up into him.
“Are you close?” He better be, because I am.
He nods at me, but it seems like he needs just a bit more, so I push myself up to sitting, get my hands around his ribcage and manhandle him onto my cock, over and over, moving him like he weighs nothing, because he practically does. I can dead-lift about double his weight. And this is way more fun.
Like I expected, he loses it. He used to get so embarrassed when I did this sort of thing, so I stopped, until I realised it wasn’t actually embarrassment but, like, horny embarrassment. From then on, I made sure to do it more often. And even though I don’t play rugby like I used to, I never skip the gym. I want to be able to do this for him forever.
“You like that?” I ask him, barely able to talk with the effort I’m using. “You like how I fuck you?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck, don’t stop,” he gasps out, eyes closed in pleasure.
Then he leans back a bit, pushing his pelvis out, and that must be just right. He starts moaning my name, over and over, which never gets old, and then I feel him come, wetness landing on my sweaty skin.
I can’t hold it back anymore, and while he’s still riding it out, I come, too, losing control of my movements and just crushing him into me, instead.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Char,” I gasp, emptying into him. Fuck.
He sags down against me and I kiss and suck at his neck and his chin and anywhere else I can reach, until he turns so we can kiss properly.
“Jesus,” he says, grinding down a bit onto me to wring out every last bit of it.
“Last long enough for you?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.
He just grunts and lifts up, wincing at the feeling when we separate.
“Need to sleep,” he says, falling over sideways onto the bed. “Clean me up?”
“Oh sure, use me and then make me do the cleanup. Sounds about right,” I joke, grabbing the wipes. But I clean him up, and then clean myself up, and hand him the water bottle.
“I use all parts of you equally. The horny and the nice.”
I laugh at him. This is already a bit different than his day. He likes me to be rough and to act like I don’t care about his pleasure, when in fact it’s the opposite. But that’s the fun of it when it’s his day, doing something so different. When we talked about today, though, I didn’t want to feel actually used like that. I want to feel wanted. Which is exactly how I feel right now.
“Love you so much,” I say, rolling over to cuddle him.
“Love you, too. Get some sleep because I have plans for you tomorrow,” he jokes, giving me a kiss on the forehead.
“Pretty sure I was already sleeping when someone woke me up.”
“Pretty sure you didn’t mind.”
“Definitely didn’t mind. Happy New Year, gorgeous.” I give him one last kiss, before we both drift off back to sleep.
*
I wake up first, and decide to let Charlie sleep in, since he probably did the middle-of-the-night sex thing for my enjoyment.
On a whim, I make some pancakes, then put them in the oven to keep them warm, before I head back to take a shower.
While I’m in there, singing quietly to myself and washing my hair, Charlie saunters in, stark naked.
“Well, good morning,” he says with a playful smile, dimples on full display.
I wipe the fog off the glass door so I can see him better. “Good morning. There’s pancakes in the oven. I’ll finish up and come join you for breakfast if you can wait a few minutes.”
Charlie sits on the closed lid of the toilet. Guess he’s going to wait right there.
I feel his eyes on me while I’m washing my body, so I turn back to him with a questioning look.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yep, just enjoying the view. Is that okay?”
“You don’t have to ask today, remember?” I say. Or any day, really. Though we’ve never done exactly this before– Charlie sitting and deliberately watching me. We shower together all the time, or one of us showers while the other brushes their teeth and gets ready, but the way he’s just watching, like I’m something for his entertainment, is making me feel a strange combination of embarrassed, shy, and turned on. Part of me wants to shut off the water and cover up with a towel, and another wants to be a bit of a tease. I suppose, though, that I should let him decide how he wants me.
He quietly watches until I’ve stretched out my shower routine as much as I can. When I’m all rinsed and about to turn the water off, he says, “Wait. I want to watch you touch yourself now.”
There’s that feeling again, dropping right into the pit of my stomach and spreading out all over my body. It’s instant arousal, and I’m already starting to get hard under his stare.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I do as he says. I touch myself, starting innocently on my arms and shoulders, before moving to my chest and down further. I watch as he sits a bit more forward on the seat, and then I smirk and turn around, back to him, and start at the top again.
“Nick,” Charlie says, a bit of a warning in his voice. “Turn back around.”
I do, and then I stop teasing him and start to actually get myself off.
“I can’t believe how hot you are,” Charlie says. His voice is low, but I can still hear him over the sound of the shower and my own breathing. The way he’s watching me is so intense, it just fuels my need.
“Charlie,” I gasp out, working myself over.
“Are you thinking about fucking me?”
I closed my eyes at some point, but when I open them I see that he’s got his legs spread wide, and he’s hard, too.
“Oh my god,” I moan.
“I want you to tell me what you’re thinking.”
I groan and tilt my head back, letting my hips roll into my fist as if it was him.
“I wanna pull you in here, press you up against the wall and get on my knees. Lick you open until you’re reaching back and pulling my hair and begging me to fuck you. Love hearing you like that for me, knowing you want me.”
“You like fucking me when I’m still tight like that?”
Holy shit, his fucking mouth, I can’t even. He can out dirty-talk me easily. “Yeah,” I say, because I can’t think of anything else to say.
“I like it, too,” he says. “I like feeling how big you are.”
“Charlie, please.”
I can’t believe he’s not touching himself, but then I feel a bit hopeful because maybe he’s saving it and he’s going to come in here and fuck me. I think that’s what I’m asking for. Or maybe just to come.
“Please what? I told you to get yourself off so I could watch, didn’t I?”
“Aren’t you gonna…” I slow down.
“Gonna what?”
“Come in with me?” I wipe the fog away again so he can see me, thinking maybe I’ll tempt him.
“No,” he says easily. “I never get to watch you like this. You said I get to do whatever I want today, right? This is what I want. I wanna watch you because you are the fucking fittest man I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine and I can do whatever I want with you.”
I start again immediately. Fuck, he’s found the exact right tone, the exact combination of words that makes me feel so good, and judging from the look on his face, he knows it.
“I’m gonna fuck you later,” he says. “You can think about that.”
My legs are shaking and I know I’m so close, but I don’t want this to end.
“What else?” I manage to say, though it’s mostly breath. I’m not sure he even heard me.
“I’m trying to pace myself, because I want you to fuck me, too. I don’t know how many times you can come in one day. Maybe I shouldn’t let you come right now.”
“No, please, I’m so close. I can do it, whatever you need.” I don’t know if that’s true, but I’ve got electrolytes and years of experience. I can do it if I put my mind to it.
“You’ve never come more than four times in a day,” he points out. “This is already the third and it’s not even lunch time.”
“I can, please can I come right now? You want to watch me, right? Want to watch me thinking about fucking you? Remember when I fucked you at the table? You looked so good, you felt so fucking good, I’ve thought about that every fucking day this week.” Maybe I can get him horny enough to give in.
I watch as he stands up, and slowly walks over towards the shower. He’s so hard, and I’m breathing fast in anticipation. Please come in, I think.
“Remember what happened after I came? When you fucked me on the floor, even though I was oversensitive and trying to get away? I loved that, baby, love when you fuck me so rough. I felt it for days. I want you to fuck me like that again, not just on one day a year.”
He’s standing right up close but he doesn’t make a move for the shower door, and I just can’t hold back anymore.
“Charlie, I’m gonna come.” I hope it’s okay, because I’m past the point of no return now.
His eyes flick down and he stares right at my cock, and that’s the final straw. I brace myself against the glass wall with one hand, while I work myself through a powerful orgasm. He watches me the whole time, eyes back up and holding my gaze. When it’s over, I can hardly breathe. The bathroom is hot and steamy, I feel like I’m sweating even though I’m under the water. I let my head fall forward, until it rests on the glass.
“Fucking hell,” I say, breathing hard and closing my eyes. He’s right; that’s the third and now that it’s over, I’m fucking exhausted. I don’t know if I’m gonna make it through the day alive. They always get more intense the more I have.
I hear the door open, and look over to see Charlie joining me. Maybe he wants me to help him out. I reach for his dick, but he knocks my arm out of the way.
“Turn around, stick your bum out,” he says.
I might actually be too sensitive for him to fuck me right now. I think of saying something, but he’s already guiding me around with one hand. I brace myself on the wall, bum out, and I feel his fingers smoothing gently over me, down around the curve of my hip until he can press them both against my hole. Then he steps away, reaches up, and moves the showerhead, aiming the water away from me, and kneels behind me.
“Charlie,” I say, surprised. I have no idea what the fuck is happening.
“I told you I was gonna fuck you, but not now. I want breakfast first. So…”
I feel something, blunt and large, pressing into me, and I hiss in a sharp breath. The plug slides in easily, I’m so relaxed right now.
“Fuck, oh my god,” I moan. It’s a lot.
He rubs my hip gently, then kisses his way up my back. I turn around and launch myself at him, kissing him hard and pressing him into the wall. I can tell I caught him off-guard, because he almost slips and falls over. I grab him around his waist to steady him, and keep kissing him like he’s air, before dropping a hand to grab his cock.
“Nick,” he gasps out, hands on my arms. “Wait. I wanted to wait.”
I lean back. “Okay.” I force my hands off him. “Let me just…” I don’t know what I want to do. I feel like I’m drunk. And I’m so fucking thirsty.
He turns the showerhead back towards us, and I open my mouth and drink right from the spray.
“Nick, gross,” he says, laughing at me.
“Shut up,” I say, doing it more, until I’m not thirsty anymore. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”
“You’re the one who said you could come as many times as I want. You begged for it.”
“Well, you listened!”
He flicks my nipple and I shout. “Ow! What the fuck?”
“Just let me wash you off.”
I sigh, and he washes me again, then washes himself, before he turns off the water. He’s still hard and it goes against everything in me to keep my hands to myself, but I do.
He’s faster than me getting out and dried off. I’m moving slow. I feel like I’m still in a daze. I could go for a nap. I’m supposed to do whatever I want today, right?
“I’m gonna go eat breakfast,” he says, pulling on a pair of way-too-tight boxer briefs.
I finally tear my eyes away from the outline of his cock and look at his face. “I think I need a nap.”
“Okay.” He gives me a quick kiss. “Have a good nap,” he says lightly. Then he leaves.
Is this how he feels, when I use him and then leave, like it didn’t matter? I’m not sure I like this feeling.
“Hey, Char?” I shout after him.
He pops back in and smiles at me. “Yeah?”
“Um, can you come lay with me?” It feels silly to ask, but I do anyway. He knows I’m ridiculous like that.
He gives me an even bigger smile. “Sure. I’ll bring some food in for us. Go lay down.”
“Will you bring me one of my electrolyte drinks, too?”
He laughs. “Wow, need your recovery drink already? I think someone overestimated their ability.”
“That someone is you, Char. You overestimated my ability. But that's okay, it's your first time on this end of the bargain. I told you I plan Free Use Boxing Day. I plan each orgasm very carefully, and time them according to our refractory periods.”
He looks at me, jaw dropped. “You do not.”
“I do, actually. I always have a plan, to make sure I can give you everything you want out of it. It's your one day, Char. It's a lot of pressure. I want to get it right for you.”
Charlie looks at me like I've just told him I'm an alien or something.
“What?” I ask, feeling a bit self-conscious.
He comes over and gives me a big hug. “I can't believe you sometimes. I must have been, like, Mother Teresa in a past life. I have no idea how I ended up with you. Also, that is the most service top thing you've ever said.”
I roll my eyes at him. He loves teasing me about that. “I'm just saying, it's obvious you don't have an exact plan.”
He pulls back from the hug and narrows his eyes at me. “Okay, Mr. Plan. The current plan is- you go get in bed, I'll bring you food and drinks, and you can take a nap for as long as you want.”
I lean in and give him a quick peck. “And you'll cuddle with me while I nap?”
“Of course.”
*
I practically inhale four pancakes and then pass out. When I wake up, Charlie is still in bed next to me, but he’s awake and playing on the Switch.
“Hey,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost one,” he says, pausing his game.
“Oh wow, I slept so long.” Damn, I didn’t mean to waste so much time.
“Yeah. It’s fine. It’s your day to relax, right? I was gonna get up and make some lunch, but I didn’t want you to wake up and have me gone.”
“I already made lunch,” I say, stretching. “Yesterday. Made a salad with some grilled chicken. And I made dinner, too. Didn’t want you to have to worry about it.” He looks at me, then launches himself down on top of me. “Ooof! Charlie!”
“I love you.” He kisses, laying his whole body flat on top of mine.
We kiss for a long time, until he eventually rolls away and stands up. “Come on,” he says, offering me his hand. “Let’s go eat.”
I pull on a pair of boxers and join him in the kitchen. We eat standing up at the island counter, because I don’t really feel like sitting down. I’m not sure he even remembers I still have the plug in. He hasn’t made a single comment on it. I mentally shrug and just keep eating. He’ll do whatever he wants whenever he wants. I don’t have to worry about it.
He finishes and tosses his dish into the kitchen sink, then comes up behind me and hugs me. I love when he does this. It almost feels like he’s bigger than me, the way his arms wrap around me and his body molds itself to my back. I keep eating while he rubs my stomach and my chest absent-mindedly. When he starts kissing my back, though, I have a feeling where this might be going.
I push my plate away and turn in his arms, but he gives me a harsh look and says, “Keep eating if you’re hungry,” then turns me back around. I am still kind of hungry, but who can eat at a time like this? I manage a few more bites, while he’s drifting his hands lower and lower, but when he cups my dick through my boxers and squeezes, I can’t pretend I’m interested in food anymore.
“Charlie,” I say, wondering where this is going.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you look, leaning over the counter and eating?” he says, while he continues to rub his open palm against me.
“No,” I manage to stutter, taking a deep breath.
He keeps palming me with one hand, while the other slips down the back of my boxers and taps against the plug. “Did you think I forgot about this?” he asks playfully.
“Yeah,” I admit.
“How rude. You have no faith in me, do you?”
He pulls it out just a bit, and I make a noise of complaint. “Need lube,” I say, turning around a bit.
He freezes. “Oh. Wait a second.” He walks over to the junk drawer and rummages around until he gets the lube.
“Now see, I would have already moved it,” I say, but before I can give him anymore shit, he pulls the back of my pants down, hooking them under my bum, and spanks me hard. “Ow,” I gasp, as the plug jolts inside me, right up against my prostate.
“Don’t be difficult,” he says, before he does it again.
I grip the edge of the counter and brace myself for more, but instead he pulls the plug out a bit, adds some lube, and pushes it back in.
“Oh my god,” I moan.
He uses both his hands, one rubbing against my dick, still trapped in my boxers, and one fucking the plug in and out of me. Soon, I’m so hard, I can feel how sticky and wet the fabric is, where Charlie’s relentlessly teasing me.
“Please touch me,” I say, pushing into his hand. “Please, Char.”
He pulls the plug out all the way instead, and then it’s his fingers, wet and slick, sliding in.
“Open your legs a bit,” he says, kicking at the inside of my ankle.
I widen, so that I’m a bit lower, and hope that he’s about to fuck me.
But no, he just keeps fingering me and rubbing against me, not really giving me enough stimulation anywhere to do anything but tease. I’m soaking the fabric, it feels kind of gross and tacky, but I’m too busy moaning and grinding against him to care.
“This is so fun,” he says, randomly, after a particularly good swirl of his palm makes my legs shake.
“Please,” I say again. “Wanna come.”
“Oh, you do? But I thought I had to pace you?”
I groan and rest my chest down against the cold countertop.
“Don’t worry, I do actually have a plan,” he says. “Step one, make you soak through your boxers. Almost done. Step two, eat you out until you beg for it. Step three, fuck you until I get off inside you.”
I notice that none of the steps involve me getting off.
He keeps teasing me, outside my boxers, never touching my skin, and I worry I’m gonna start getting chaffed at this rate. Then, finally his fingers climb up through the leg hole and circle around the head of my cock.
“Wanna fuck my hand a bit?” he asks.
I don’t think about it; I’m instantly rutting into him, through the tight circle of his hand, shallow so it’s just focusing on my head. I don’t even notice that I’m moaning until his hand disappears, and there’s a sudden silence in the room.
“Step one, check,” he says lightly. I immediately regret giving him a hard time earlier. I know there is absolutely no way he’s going to give in to my begging now. He just wants to hear it for shits and giggles.
He drops down to his knees, and I know step two is coming when I feel both hands grip my cheeks and spread them. I arch my back a bit, jutting my hips out, to give him easier access. And then I kind of space out, because I love this and it feels so ridiculously good, the way his tongue is alternatingly licking broad stripes over me and flicking just against me. I’m not sure how he expects me not to come when he finally fucks me.
“Who the fuck is texting you so much?” I hear him say, suddenly, pulling back.
I look around, in a daze. I didn’t even hear my phone. “Doesn’t matter,” I say, pushing back into his hands again. “Can I touch myself, please?” I try, while he’s distracted.
“No.” He gives me a slap on the thigh. “It’s distracting me. Hold on.”
I groan and rest my forehead against the countertop while he goes to the table to get my phone.
“Your mates want you to play Call of Duty,” he says, coming over and kissing my back.
“I do not give a fuck, Charlie. Please fuck me.”
He laughs. “Is that what I should say? ‘Sorry, busy getting fucked’.”
“No, please don’t.” He would absolutely do that.
“Should I tell them you’re busy, but you can play later?” he asks.
“No, you should ignore them and just fuck me. Please.” He slips his fingers back inside me and I whimper. “Please,” I beg again. I think I’m gonna need to do a better job, though, because he doesn’t give in. “Please, need you to fuck me, baby, please, want you to fuck me so hard, please, please, please. You wanted me to beg, right?”
I can hear him behind me, breathing fast, so I know he’s not unaffected. Neither of us hold up well to begging. We both like to give the other what they want too much to really hold out for long. I’m pretty sure I can get an orgasm out of this, if I beg good enough.
“Charlie, now, I need you inside me, please.”
I hear him swear under his breath, before I see him grab the lube off the counter. “Step two, check,” he says, voice more shaky than before.
And then his hands are gripping my hips and he’s pressing inside and I can’t help the groan of relief that leaves me. “Oh yeah, fuck, finally. You feel amazing,” I sigh. It really does. There’s just something about this moment, the first press inside, that hits so right.
“Nick,” he says, “god, you’re so hot. Sometimes, while you’re in here cooking for me, I want to bend you over the counter just like this.”
“Please,” I say, so turned on by that. “You can, any time you want.”
He starts moving, slow but hard thrusts, crashing against me.
“Never want to interrupt you,” he grits out. “Don’t wanna mess up your cooking. You’d be annoyed.”
“I won’t care,” turning back to try to look at him. “Promise, I won’t care. Love when you want me.”
He picks up the pace as his hands glide up and down my back. “Always want you.”
His voice is already tight. I don’t think this is gonna last very long. I move my hand, very slowly, off the countertop and down in front of me, but he’s not that out of it. He sees it, and grabs my wrist.
“Nice try. Pacing you, remember? Give me the other hand, too,” he says sharply. He grabs both and pins them behind my back, while my chest takes the weight of my whole body, and he finally lets go and fucks me.
“Ugh,” I groan, as I’m sliding on the countertop, trying to crane my neck so I can watch him behind me.
He’s staring at my ass, so I jut it out even more.
“Oh fuck, Nick, love your ass, it’s so good, love how it looks bouncing on my cock.”
“Shit,” I gasp out, as he keeps pounding into me, smacking noises echoing throughout the kitchen. My breath is being punched out of me on each thrust and, for the thousandth time, I marvel how strong he really is, inside that tiny body.
Suddenly, he releases my arms, and I instantly brace myself against the countertop. There’s a crash, as I accidentally knock my salad bowl off, but we both ignore it. I grip the counter and don’t even think about touching myself again. I can’t focus on anything but the feel of him, fucking me like this.
Then he reaches up, threads his fingers through my hair, and yanks my head back, getting his other hand on my shoulder. He uses my body as leverage, and I’m so close, if he could just–
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Nick,” he groans as his hips stutter against mine.
“Fuck,” I groan, as he comes. It’s good, but I also know I missed my chance. I sigh and put my face back down on the countertop, the cool feel of it soothing on my cheek, trying to calm myself down.
He stays inside me for another few moments, resting his face on my back. I’m so tempted to get myself off while he’s busy recovering, but it’s not in the spirit of the day. I’m his to use. I asked for it. So I breathe and try to think about other things.
“Let me clean you up,” he says, before giving me a kiss and pulling out.
“It’s okay. I’ll just jump in the shower again. But you can clean that up,” I say, pointing to the broken dish and remnants of my lunch all over the floor.
He looks down at it, like it surprised him. “Is that the first time we’ve broken something?” he asks curiously.
I laugh. “Are you serious? Don’t you remember the chair in my shitty uni flat?” It cracked while Charlie was riding me on it and we fell backwards. “Or the lever on the seat of my car?” Charlie had climbed in my lap, and I reached down to pull it to slide my seat back and make room for him, but I pulled it a bit too hard and it came off in my hand. “Or the curtain rod at my mum’s house? Or –”
“I meant, in the kitchen,” he interrupts.
I think. “Well, there was that time at that house party, and I put you on the counter but didn’t realize there was a glass there–”
“I meant our kitchen.”
“Oh. Yeah, I think so.”
He puts his hand out for a high five and I laugh and give it to him. Then I grab him around the waist and pull him in for a kiss. I’m still mostly hard, in between us, and he gives me a stern look and says, “Do not deal with that in the shower.”
“I won’t,” I promise. “I’m gonna text the lads. Is it okay if I join them for a while?” I haven’t gotten to play games with them in a few weeks.
“Sure,” Charlie says. “I wanna read my book, so we can hang out and do our own thing.”
“But can you sit with me?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes, but it’s affectionate. “Of course.”
*
A couple hours later, we’ve cleaned up the kitchen and I’ve been playing Call of Duty for a while now. I’ve managed to keep in touch with my mates from Truham– Otis, Christian, and Sai– mostly through our shared love of fantasy rugby and online gaming. We usually play Fortnite, and sometimes Animal Crossing, but Call of Duty is always a winner.
I’m wearing the fancy headset that Charlie always makes fun of me for. He’s currently laying on the couch with his feet in my lap, but he’s been doing various things during the last hour. I can tell he’s getting a bit restless. He’s obviously curious about our conversation, too, because he keeps asking things like ‘what are you guys talking about?’ or ‘what’s happening?’
“Do you want your own headset, Charlie?” I ask him, after the fifth time he’s asked me what we’re talking about.
“Fuck, no.” He tosses his book down, and flips himself around on the couch, so his head is in my lap. “I’ll just come closer so I can hear better.”
I give his head a little pat, then go back to my gaming. We’re mostly talking about strategy, but Christian’s wife is due any day with their first baby and he’s been basically shitting himself about it for weeks, so we’re also trying to distract him.
Charlie eventually turns his head towards me, instead of towards the TV, and starts to nuzzle into my stomach a bit. It’s nice, and at first I’m sure that’s how he means it, but then he pulls down my waistband and takes out my dick.
“Charlie,” I hiss. My fucking mic is on, because I always just leave it open, but I cover the mouthpiece to yell at him. “I’m busy.”
“I’m bored. Do you not understand the ‘free use’ part of today, Nick? You’re definitely not as good at this as I am. But that’s okay,” he says sarcastically, “it’s your first time on this side of the equation.”
I know he’s mocking me, but before I can say anything, he puts my entire dick in his mouth, where I get hard so fast I swear I’m light-headed, gasping for air.
“You alright, Nick?” someone asks in my ear.
I groan. “Yep.”
Charlie pulls back long enough to say, “Don’t mind me. I’m just gonna keep myself occupied while you play.”
I try, really, to do what he says and keep playing, but he’s just being mean. He’s licking at me so aimlessly, like he’s never seen my dick before and has no idea what to do. It’s the slowest, most torturous blowjob ever, if it even counts as one. I keep swearing under my breath. Luckily, it’s appropriate, since I’m also dying in-game repeatedly.
“Nick, mate, what the fuck?” Otis asks. I’m usually not this bad.
“Sorry,” I say. “I’m a bit distracted. Charlie is, uh, watching something on his phone.”
“Focus!” Sai shouts at me.
“Okay.” I can feel Charlie smile around me.
“You’re a dick, Charlie,” I mumble down to him.
The guys all laugh at me.
He backs off a bit, casually flicking his tongue or kissing me up and down. It starts to become something I can kind of ignore for a while. I get back in the game, and we’re bantering and I’m only half aware of the way Charlie starts taking more and more of me in his mouth, until he suddenly starts taking me so deep I choke on my own spit trying to swallow my moan.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“What?”
“Where are you?”
“What happened?”
They obviously think it was game-related.
“No, sorry,” I say to the guys. I look down and flick Charlie on the head, but he doesn’t stop. I know I can safeword, we went over that, but I don’t actually want him to stop. This is so surprisingly hot, I can’t stand it. I cover the mic with my hand and hiss under my breath, “Charlie, what is your fucking plan?”
He pulls off. “Oh, so now I have a plan?”
“I have, like, five minutes left. We’ve almost won. Then I can stop playing.”
“Whatever shall I do for five minutes?” He takes me back in his mouth and I groan.
“Hey guys, sorry, uh Charlie is–” I take a sharp breath in when he swallows around me, “ – he needs to tell me something. I’m gonna turn off my mic for a sec.” The second I do, I groan loudly, as his hand dips further into my pants to fondle my balls, as well.
I can’t help myself from thrusting up into his mouth, and I’m quickly losing track of what’s going on in the game, because I can’t tear my eyes away from his face in my lap. At some point, I just give up completely. I take one hand off the controller and put it on the back of his head, and move.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I repeat, over and over.
When he moans around me, I’m done for.
“Char, gonna make me come,” I gasp out. God, I hope that’s his fucking plan.
He moans again and sucks hard and then I’m coming, pushing his head down and gripping his hair and curling in over him. It’s so intense, I see fucking stars, while he keeps moaning and swallowing around me.
“Jesus christ,” I gasp, still in his mouth.
My mates have been shouting at me to pay attention and start playing again, but my brain has shut down. I’m mashing the button for ‘shoot’ and I, somehow, haven’t been killed yet.
Charlie keeps me in his mouth until I start to go soft, at which point I finally turn my mic back on.
“So sorry about that,” I say, clearly out of breath.
“What the fuck, Nick,” Otis says. “Tell Charlie to leave you alone, we’re trying to fucking win here. What the fuck does he need so bad right now anyway?”
I look down at him, still laying on my lap, to see if he possibly heard that. He doesn’t look like he did, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Sorry, I’m back, totally focused. Let’s do this.”
I watch as Charlie stands up, right in front of me, and gestures to me to sit on the floor. I tuck myself back in quickly and slide off the sofa, thinking maybe he wants to sit behind me. I’m still a bit out of it, but when he steps in front of me, legs on either side of me, I look up at him confused.
“Char, move please,” I say, trying to look around him.
He puts a hand on my forehead and pushes my head back, until I’m resting it on the seat of the sofa, looking up at him. Then he pulls down his boxers and steps out of them.
“Oh my god,” I say under my breath.
“Keep your head back, I wanna sit on your face.”
There’s silence on for a beat, and then Christian says, “Did Charlie just say he was gonna sit on your face?!”
“Sorry, I gotta go!” I rip off the headset, barely remembering to turn it off, before Charlie is on me, kneeling on the sofa and resting himself over my mouth.
It’s not a great position, but I try my best, grabbing hold of his hips to steady him, while he rocks on top of me. I arch back, so I can reach better, and then we find the right way to move together. He’s rocking on top of me, using everything; my tongue, my face, my nose, grinding against me and moaning. I can look up through his legs and see that he’s also touching himself, and I hope he lets me suck him off, too.
Too soon, my neck starts to hurt from the position. I slide out from under him, turning around, and then I lift him up so I can lay down on the sofa, and move him back over me. He kneels again, and now I can really focus on it, laying on my back with him on top of me, facing my legs.
He keeps sighing and telling me how good it feels, and if I was physically able, I would be hard again. It’s almost better like this, though, because I can just totally focus on him. He’s using me, being selfish and greedy, and I love it. I live for it. I want to tell him, but that would require me stopping. So I just think it, and try to put all my energy into making him feel it, letting everything pass through me into his body.
After a long time, he suddenly scrambles off me, going around to the arm of the sofa to look at me, upside down.
“Come here,” he says, voice rough.
I don’t know what he means, but he leans over and hooks his arms in my armpits and tries to drag me towards him. I understand instantly. I grab a couple pillows to support me, then lean back over the arm of the sofa, head hanging upside down.
He puts both hands gently on my throat, thumbs on either side of my Adam’s apple, and then slides in, not stopping until his balls hit my face.
“Oh fuck, Nick,” he moans, gliding easily in and out of my mouth. “I love this, you feel so good, gonna come like this.”
I keep my mouth open, breathing through my nose, and zone out again while his thrusts get harder and faster and his hand tightens just a bit, before he quickly pulls out and comes, working himself through it, spilling on my chin and my throat.
We’re both groaning and breathing hard, and then he leans over and kisses me, upside-down.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, leaning further over me to rest his head on my chest.
I pat him half-heartedly on the back. “Holy shit.” The lads are gonna rip me a new one next time, but it was worth it.
*
The rest of the day passes in pretty boring fashion. I had to mute my phone because the lads were absolutely blowing it up, taking the piss. We nap together, both totally exhausted. It’s almost five when we wake up and Charlie tells me he wants to use me by having me bake him some shortbread.
He keeps me company in the kitchen while I bake, and while they’re in the oven, he has me sit on the floor again, while he sits on the sofa behind me and gives me a shoulder massage. It’s nice and calming, and I keep tilting my head back for kisses, which he indulges.
My mum calls to wish us a happy new year, and we all talk for a little while. Charlie reheats what I made yesterday, and we eat dinner together at the table. It’s all very normal and domestic and no one would have guessed that we’d already had four orgasms each.
After dinner, I fold laundry, “What We Do In The Shadows” on in the background, while Charlie lays on the sofa to watch with me. When I’m finished, I join him, laying myself down behind him and pulling him into me, spooning him.
Another thing I love about the holidays is this time together. During the year, there’s always something going on. But that time from Christmas to New Year’s is like a time sink. No work, no activities, just staying home together, doing mostly nothing. Even without my having a free use day, we usually spend the days after Free Use Boxing Day in a general haze of sex and too many sweets.
I let the smell and feel of him against me distract me from the TV. I don’t even try to watch anymore. I close my eyes and lean in to snuggle up against the back of his neck. He pulls my top arm around his chest and holds my hand as we lay together. Considering how late we were up last night and the strenuous day we’ve had, I fully expect the sex part of the day to be done. I’m happy to be used as a space heater or body pillow to cuddle him in bed and go to sleep, even though it’s barely nine.
“Are you tired?” Charlie asks me softly when the current episode ends.
“A bit. Could go either way. What about you?”
He rolls in my arms, and I hold him tight so he doesn’t fall off the sofa. “Same,” he says.
“Well, what was your plan?” I ask cheekily.
He answers right away. “To see if I could get a fifth orgasm out of us. But now that we’ve been laying here, I’m kind of sleepy.”
I’m not anymore, though. “That’s okay,” I say, rolling him back over and pulling him back against me. “Why don’t you let me do the work, hm?”
I hook my fingers into the joggers he has on and slide them down a bit, so he gets my meaning.
He nods, but then says, “Wait, get the lube out of my pocket.”
I reach in and grab it– he’s learning to be prepared – before I push his shorts down to his thighs.
“Wait,” he says again, then reaches over to my pile of folded laundry and grabs a hand towel. “Put this under us, don’t wanna ruin the sofa.”
“We could just move to the bed,” I suggest. “That way, we can fall asleep after, if you want.”
He thinks about it for a second while I rub his stomach. “Okay,” he says. “But I wanna get ready for bed first.”
I pull his shorts back up and we stand, turning off the lights and heading to the bathroom. We brush our teeth next to each other, like always, and when we’re finally finished with everything, we climb into bed together.
“Still want to try?” I say, pulling him in for a kiss.
He nods, and turns back around, so I’m the big spoon again. “Like this,” he confirms.
It’s slow. It takes both of us a little bit of time to get fully into it. I start to worry that maybe I’ve overestimated myself at this point. But, just like always, the need for each other outweighs our exhaustion. I’ve got three fingers inside him, stretching him open, while he’s sucking on two fingers of my other hand and I’m trying not to impatiently grind into his ass.
Once he feels pretty relaxed, which happens very quickly, I switch to making him feel good. I fuck him with my fingers and brush his prostate until he’s grinding back against me.
“I’m ready,” he says softly. “Just like this.”
He lifts his top leg a bit and I add a lot more lube, just in case, and then start to work my way inside until I’m in as far as I can go in this position.
“Love you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his chest. I know it’s my day to be used, but I also know that our versions of ‘free use’ are very similar; meaning, I use my body to please Charlie, both ways around. Yes, he uses my body to please himself, but what I’ve learned from today is that I get off way more on helping him along and contributing, and the knowledge that I’m making him come, than I do by feeling ‘used’. Which I would tell him, but then he’ll just call me a service top again, and I’m not a big fan of labels like that because we’re more than just one thing to each other. I mean, I also service-bottomed a lot today, too.
“Love you,” he says, flexing his hips back against me, causing me to go a bit deeper. “Good day?”
“So good, Char. The best.”
He turns to kiss me while I continue gently moving inside him. I could do this all night, especially after four orgasms.
“Good,” he says, turning back over. “It was different than my day.”
“Yeah,” I sigh, nosing into his neck. “Good different?”
He nods. “Yeah. I think we both like it for different reasons, though.”
“I just love knowing that you want me and that I can make you feel good. That's what I wanted from today. A chance for you to have me however you want me.”
“It was nice, not having anything else to do but think of ways to have you.”
“Sometimes,” I begin, “I feel like I want you too much. Like I’m bugging you or annoying you.” That’s a newer insecurity that’s been creeping in as we get older and busier. Charlie has a lot going on. He rarely has down time. It’s gotten harder for me to catch him at a time when he’s doing nothing, so normally, it’s me, feeling kind of needy and initiating things when he’s clearly working or got something else on his mind.
“Nick,” he says, turning his upper body again to look at me. “Never. You’re never annoying me by wanting to be close, baby. I love knowing you want me. It always makes me feel so good.”
“I want you so much. I loved today, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you.”
We keep moving, slowly, talking a bit every now and then about our favourite parts of the day. When I notice him rocking into me a little more, I reach down to wrap my hand around him, but we still take our time. I can't remember the last time we had such an unhurried fuck, if ever.
It's hard to tell when things pick up, but eventually they do, and we start moving faster and harder together. It’s such an intense and slow build, though, that there's still nothing desperate about it.
“Can you touch yourself?” I have to ask, because I need both hands to help move him against me.
He bends his top leg and rolls to rest it on the bed, which lets me prop myself up and move a bit harder. I watch as I drag in and out of his body.
“Doing okay?” I check. It's been a long time and I don't want him to get sore.
“So good,” he breathes. “You can go harder. Please.”
“Yeah? How do you want it?”
“Can you be a bit rough? Not rough,” he amends, “but, like, grab me? Hold me tight?”
I know what he means. Manhandle him.
I move the arm that's underneath his body, bending my elbow so my hand can rest on his collarbone, my arm across his chest. With my other hand, I spread my fingers wide and drag it all along his body- chest, stomach, thighs, ass. Slow and possessive, gripping handfuls of flesh wherever I can.
He immediately starts breathing harder and rocking his hips faster, pushing back onto me and forward into his own hand.
“Come on, Char,” I encourage. “You can do it, wanna feel you coming all around me.”
He’s breathing hard and I can tell he’s trying. “I don’t know…it’s…”
“I know, it’s a lot.” I kiss and suck at his neck, trying to roll my hips into him just right. I have to get him off, but I know what he means; it feels like I’m chasing something that just keeps getting further away.
“Think I need the lube,” he says. I reach over and pour some into his palm, and he groans in pleasure when he grips himself again.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot, so gorgeous, I love you so much, you can do it, please come for me,” I beg.
“I need–”
I get an idea. I pour some more lube into my palm, and smear it over his rim. Then, I start to gently touch him there, before pressing against him.
He presses back immediately, so I press harder, and suddenly the tip of my finger slips inside.
“Oh, fuck, it’s too much,” he says, but I can tell it’s not because he’s still working himself back onto me, stretched so wide around both my cock and my finger.
“It’s not, you can do it. Does it feel good?”
“So good, oh god.” He reaches backwards to loop his arm around my neck, and then I feel all his muscles clench, including the ones inside, and he starts to come.
I keep moving gently while he does, trying to hold him still as he writhes on me. I finally pull him in as tightly as I can and lock my arm around his chest, while he keeps coming and coming, almost sounding like he’s in pain.
Before it’s over, I carefully remove my finger, and start going faster, working towards my own release now. He rolls a bit more, and I follow him, pressing him down onto his front and giving him long, deep strokes until I start shaking. I can feel what he was talking about- I know I’m right on the edge but I just can’t get there.
“Harder,” he says to me. “Fuck me.”
I come up onto my knees, drag his hips against me, and ricochet him off my body a few more times, and then I feel my orgasm like heat spreading out from my core. I don’t warn him because I can’t speak. I just curl my body over him, get both arms back around his chest, and press in as deep as I can, sending him sprawling back down onto the mattress with me on top, groaning as each wave tears through me.
He turns his head to the side and I press my open mouth against his cheek and just breathe there, trying to recover and wondering if I’m still alive.
“Don’t let me go yet,” he says, roughly.
I shake my head, because I am currently fused to him. There is no way I can let go.
I must fall asleep like that, deep inside him and all over him. When I come to, I’m flat on my front and he’s on his back next to me. He’s got a hand splayed out over my ass, and one of mine is on his thigh.
“You okay?” he asks me, breathless.
I grunt.
“Ready to admit I had a good plan?”
I don’t hesitate. “You had a good plan,” I mumble.
He turns and shoves one arm under my limp body, pulling himself closer so he can hold me. “I don’t know how you do that,” he says softly. “You’re so good. I promise I always want you. I’ll do a better job letting you know.
I shake my head. “You do good.”
He laughs at me. “Did you lose the ability to speak?”
“Mhm. Why didn’t you?” I slur out.
“I did. But I have it back already. You passed out immediately, so you missed it.”
I groan. “Shhh. Sleep.”
He laughs again. “I love you.”
I kiss his shoulder sloppily. “Love you.” Then, "Hey."
"Hm?"
"Maybe one or two more years of this?"
"What?"
"Then we'll be like Tara and Darcy."
He's quiet for a moment. "Well, babies nap a lot, right?"
I laugh against his shoulder. "Yeah, they do, Char."
“Great. Nap use, then,” he jokes.
“New tradition?” I ask.
“In one to two years. Yeah.”