So easy and soft and relentless that it took Tom a while to realize he was rocking with every thrust, aching for it.
He felt like waking up from a good, long sleep, drowsy but refreshed and alert at the same time. His skin felt tight and hot but the pain sparked through him like the beginnings of an orgasm. “Gabe,” he groaned. “Fuck me, please.”‘
“I gotcha, baby,” Gabe said. The bed shifted a little and then there was a flare of white heat as Gabe put his hand on Tom’s ass. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, baby, just let me…” A moment later, Gabe’s cock pressed against Tom’s opening, and he shifted his hands to brace on the headboard. He rocked his hips, a little at a time, each achingly slow thrust going a little deeper, a little longer, before Gabe would pull back, dragging his cock out of Tom. Almost all the way, then pushed in again, until he was in to the hilt. “God, baby, you’re so perfect, I…”