Noah pulled out. Charlie felt the shocking loss. The other man flipped him over.
“What the fuck? Why did you stop?” Charlie demanded.
Noah didn’t answer him. Charlie now lay on his stomach, his face scrunched into the sheets, his legs dangling off the bed. His lover forced his legs apart, wider than before. Noah now stood next to the bed. He lifted Charlie and impaled him on his cock.
Charlie moaned, loud and long, unable to prevent the orgasm slamming through his body much the same way Noah slammed into him. Noah stiffened before releasing a hoarse groan of his own.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Noah withdrew, then collapsed next to Charlie. Charlie dragged himself up so he could fully relax on the bed. He wanted to calm his racing heart before he got dressed and went back to his own house.
“So,” Noah said, breaking the silence. “What made you change your mind?”
Charlie shrugged. “Just thought I was being a bit of a butthead.”