You pull his cock further down your throat because you feel like you just can’t get enough, like you need more, like you wanna fill your mouth and your throat and your fucking body just with him. It’s the taste and the smell and the feeling, it’s all of it, and you pull off a little, just so you can have the tremendous joy of sliding your mouth back down again, of getting that taste of his pre-cum on your tongue, of feeling his hard cock slipping past your lips, pushing into your mouth, touching against the back of your throat while you struggle to breathe. You like being used like this, being used for pleasure, but then of course you’re using him for your own pleasure just as much too. You love sucking cock, and especially his.

You start to reach for your own dick, because the noises coming from his chest and throat are nearly too much for you take, and everything all wrapped up together is making you crazy ass horny and you’re dying to get off…

But then you feel fingers wrapping up into your hair, grasping, gripping, pulling you off his cock, your mouth lined with spit and hanging open just a little, missing him from inside. You open your eyes and feel the tug on your hair and you follow where he wants you to go, climb up his chest, and meet his mouth with your own, smearing saliva and pre-come everywhere, making you both slick and shiny with it. His mouth tastes like toothpaste and you know yours takes like dick and it’s like he’s trying to lick all of himself back out of you, his tongue lapping at yours, sliding along your teeth, wetly dragging across your lips. It’s liquid and hot and you suddenly realize you can’t get enough of this either, and you put your hands on either side of his face and tongue fuck his mouth deeply, trying to get inside him now.

His fingers have softened their grip on your scalp, and he strokes your hair gently, in contrast to the deep kissing and hard grinding against your body. His palm smoothes over where he pulled at your hair like he’s apologizing, but he’s gotta know you love that too.

And then you’re rolled over, mouths torn apart, and you let out a whimper, embarrassing as it may be, but you wanted that kissing, that touching, but then you realize he’s going to be giving you something even better. It’s quick and you don’t know how he does it, but before you know it, he’s flipped you on to your stomach, your head buried in a pillow, the smell of freshly washed sheets filling your nose with every breath.

His hands smooth down your back, your ass, then slip under your hips and pull you up onto your knees, pushing your face to the mattress, your arms splayed out uselessly at your sides. He puts his palms on your ass cheeks and spreads them apart; you feel open and bare for him, wanton and debauched. You love it.

He knows you’re desperate now, sees the curling of your hands into fists, the way you’re humping the air ever so slightly, your cock leaking and wagging in the cool room - he doesn’t make you wait any longer, just leans in close and breathes on your ass, holding you open and exposing the most tender part of your skin. And then he licks you, presses his tongue hard to your hole, and wriggles it around, lapping at your skin, pulling the taste of you inside him. It’s so tender and soft and gentle in comparison to the hard fuck you know is waiting for you.

But he’s just preparing you, relaxing you, opening you up so when he does slam fuck your ass, you’ll be ready. And you are ready… you want it, need it, crave it, have to have it… inside you feel like you could almost come and yet you know you couldn’t - not just from this, but then it feels like you could and so when he does push his cock inside you seconds later, naked and slick with lube and his spit, you have to hold your breath and furrow your brow and beg your body to just hold on, to fucking hold on. You don’t wanna come yet, not yet, don’t wanna lose this feeling, this plateau, this sense of being taken and full of his thick cock. You dream of this feeling, jack off to it, put yourself to sleep with it… the feeling of fullness, of your ass being played with and filled and fucked.

Oh yeah… you’re a bottom boy, through and through.

He settles in your ass for moments, and you can feel him throb inside you, feel the intense heat from his bare cock against your body. You close your eyes till his hand drags down your back and his thumbs rub hard circles against your hips and you push back against him, press your ass against his pubes, your balls pulling up tight and your cock burgeoning back to full erection.

He slides out a little, then pushes back in firmly, the pull of skin against skin so different than the feeling of latex. But you hardly remember the feeling of latex anymore and just know this – bare and raw and naked and yours.

His strokes inside your hole become swifter and more and make you lose your breath quick. Now you’re panting, sharp intakes of air that fill your lungs, and you clutch at the sheets as it gets even more, as you feel dizzy and high and moan in your throat… gasping and begging and whispering his name. Pleading with him to fuck you harder, deeper, more, just more, just more, just more. You don’t think about what comes out of your mouth, it’s gibberish and crazy, it’s fueled by lust and passion, and it’s just a jumble of words that mean nothing, and everything. Your world and his at this second, this moment in time.

His mouth touches on your ear, and he bends over your back, skin pressed to skin, sweat sticking you together, the thrum of his heartbeat heavy against you. You feel each breath he takes, each flex of his muscles, feel the grunts as they leave his chest before you even hear them. He sucks on the soft shell of your ear, rolling it between his lips, then lets it go and pushes inside, so far, so deep… it hurts, the shock of it, but then it evens out into pure pleasure, your hole stretching wide and burning, your insides making way for his cock to satiate your need for him.

There’s nothing else left inside you now, just his body filling you, pressing against you, making you lose all sense of self and identity. You live for this and think it could never, ever get better, but then it does… he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you up to your knees, your thighs resting on top of his, feet touching the bed for balance. You reach behind you and put your hands on his ass to anchor you, to hold you there, to pull him further inside you, and then you just sit on his cock and breathe, breathe, breathe…

So deep, he whispers against your face, into your hair.

You sigh in response and let him guide you, up and down, lifting the tiniest bit off his cock only to settle back down again, hard. You create a rhythm of barely in and out, but you supplement it with tightly clenching your ass around him. It feels beyond intense and you love the way it makes his breath catch in his throat, the little sighs that escape from his lips, the control it gives you. He slides one arm from your chest and takes your cock between his fingers, holding you tighter against his body with the other. Holding on, pressing you against him, making you feel safe and warm and oh God, he strokes you quickly, swiping your pre-come all over your cock, pushing up into you with his hips, arching back and gasping, throbbing, pounding and then it gets too much and he takes you with him, jerks quickly on your dick and pushes deep inside you and then your heart stops…

… stops…

He squeezes your cock and you clench hard, hard, hard… too much! Till all you feel and breathe and see and know is this pure, writhing undercurrent of complete and utter bliss… punctuated with each shot of come out of your dick, making your heart jump, your body twist inside. And you feel him filling you with his come, you feel it inside you, you feel yourself filling his hand as he strokes you softly now. You feel it from both of you and you want it all inside you…

He knows this and slides his slippery palm from your dick and drags it up your chest, leaving a slick trail of your come in its wake, till he gets to your throat and then your face and then he spreads it everywhere… over your neck and your lips and slides his wet fingers into your mouth. You suck them slowly, pull all of your taste off him, love the feeling of being covered in it, filled with it. And when it’s all gone, he eases you off his cock, cradling you in his arms, lying you down on the bed gently. You feel near numb on the inside but your skin is so hypersensitive and he strokes his fingers around your face, down your neck, your chest, into your pubes. He crawls on top of you, hanging his face over yours and kisses you softly, kisses you hard, kisses you to get the taste of your come from your own tongue.

He reaches between your thighs, past your balls and touches your hole – feels the slickness of his own come there, dripping from between your legs. Swipes his fingers across your hole, then brings them to your mouths, shares the taste with you both, touching his finger into his mouth, then your own. You taste him, your ass, your come, his mouth… you taste everything, and it’s all just the taste of sex and fucking and Brian and love.

He strokes your hole softly and slides back between your legs, lying on your chest.

Inside, you whisper, and he knows what you mean… slips his half-hard cock back into you, fills you again. You’re so wet and stretched that his being inside you just feels right and comfortable and like home and you don’t ever want him to leave. Not ever, ever, ever.

Since you were 17, that’s all you’ve ever wanted, needed, had to have. He’s always known it. You don’t know what it is about you, or your body that makes you need him inside you. What it is about you that makes you a bottom boy.

But you don’t question it. You know that as much as you love having him inside you, he loves being inside you equally. You don’t think it’s possible for two people to be more connected than this.

He sighs against your chest and pulls his fingers through your hair softly, then presses his lips to the side of your face. He smells like you. Like him. Like you and him together.

You touch the soft hairs at the base of his neck, stroking at his skin. He's inside you, on top of you, covering and completing you... you never felt more alive, more free, more loved.

You close your eyes with his breath in your ear and fall asleep with his body filling yours, this complete connection never ending, never broken.