His thrusts were slow and deep, John deciding to take his time fucking Mason. Likely they wouldn’t be repeating this experience any time soon. He wasn’t usually the bold type, Mason just seemed to bring it out in him.
Mason thrust back, riding John’s cock, quickening the pace just a bit. His heartbeat racing, he started pumping harder, faster, matching the rhythm Mason seemed to want to set between them. His hand moved up and down his lover’s silky, hard shaft, drawing throaty moans from Mason.
“Mmm, John.”
His lover’s breathy pants sent jolts of lust through his already oversensitive body. Unable to hold back, he sped up, slamming into Mason’s tight entrance over and over.
“Ah, fuck,” Mason gasped. Cum shot over John’s fingers and onto the blanket below.
No longer concerned with going slow, he pounded hard and fast, his own release pouring out of him. Mason fell beneath him and he collapsed on top. Their heavy, labored breathing mingled.
“Okay?” John whispered.