My head falls back against the chair and my eyes close, my palms guiding their own way over his rear, his back. I spread my legs a little wider, feel his butt settle in my groin, forcing my dick deeper into his ass, deeper inside him.

He sucks in a gasp, then keeps rocking, adjusting to the new position… pushes himself up and down for a few sharp thrusts, grunting out with each one, then settles back again in my lap, keeping the pace, the friction, the fucking.

It’s getting close, too close for me, and I whisper out a word or two, a moan and gasp… I want my mouth on his and start to lift my head to kiss him, but his hand connects with my neck, pushing my head back. His tongue touches my throat, slides up to lick my chin, then trails back down my throat again, his lips sucking on my skin, wet openmouthed kisses.

I put my hands on his hips and rock into him slower, want to enjoy this, want to let him enjoy this too… sucking on me, tasting me, marking me… I don’t mind him doing that, don’t mind the dark shadows on my skin from his mouth. When I see them in the mirror later on, at the office, at the gym… it makes me think of him, makes me think of fucking him, makes me hard and hot and horny for him.

He licks at my Adam’s apple softly, pulls the skin between his teeth, then sucks again, and I feel the trails of spit from his mouth slide down my throat. His lips leave my neck and are quickly replaced with his fingers, hands warm and welcome against my skin, damp and sliding on the spit left by his tongue. He slides the crook of his thumb and forefinger up my throat, nestling under my jaw and pressing hard… harder…

My back pushes against the office chair, and it rolls backwards a few inches, thumping against the desk. He laughs and loosens his fingers, leaning towards me for a kiss… licking at my lips, then pressing our mouths together, letting us breathe against each other’s faces, clinging together for a long, sweet kiss.

I break it, slapping his ass lightly and he grins at me, then bounces in my lap again, sliding up and down my cock, squeezing tight as he rams my dick back inside him. I tip my head back and he grabs a handful of my hair with his free hand, pulling my face towards his, increasing the pressure on my throat. My dick throbs inside him, pulsing in his ass, my legs shaking with the effort of holding him up, his muscles straining against my sides, taut and slick with sweat.

He lets go of my hair, and slides his hand to the back of my neck, his index fingers touching with both hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing and pressing and my face feels hot and tight and I let him do this, let him take control of this, of me.

I pry my eyes open, a little watery and warm, but I want to see his face, want to watch as his tongue flicks out between red lips, gazing at me, staring at his fingers as they press harder, cutting off my air till I can only suck in a thread. I bite my fingertips into his ass, digging my nails into the smooth flesh, then jerk my hips up hard, fucking him again. He gasps and lets go for the barest moment, then tightens his grip again in time with the muscles in his ass, clenching tightly, lifting up off my cock, once, twice... I can’t breathe and start to get dizzy, feel light-headed and euphoric, feel powerless and taken, feel dangerous and reckless. I blink slowly a few times, watching as his faces fades in and out and then he’s so close, his forehead pressed to mine, dry and hot, his breath filling my mouth…

Come… Brian, come… he whispers above the buzzing in my ears and a flood of heat fills my chest, realize I like him like this, don’t expect him like this, but like it anyway, and I press my dick up inside him and feel like I’ve completely totally absolutely given myself over to him… I try to suck in a gasp but I can’t and my heart feels like it’s going to explode and his hands are warm and damp around my throat and all of it all together makes me...

I come... and come... and come... filling him, buried inside him, struggling for breath, relinquishing any last iota of control I ever had... he kisses me through it, his open lips pressed to mine, tongue flicking against the roof of my mouth, behind my teeth. It seems to go on forever, his lips against mine, my dick throbbing in his ass, wave after wave after wave and when he starts to ease his fingers from me slowly, letting me take a little more air in with every breath as I ride out my orgasm, I get a head rush, black and gold swirling behind my eyes, my throat dry and desperate as I pull in air.

His hands leave my throat, touching my chest and I’m suddenly aware of his come there, slowly dripping down my pecs... he runs his fingers through it and spreads it across my skin, coating me with it, covering me. I don’t remember him coming, but then again the room is still spinning and I have to blink a few times before I stop seeing stars.

I take a few deep breaths and fill my lungs, tip my head back and feel sweat on my forehead. He buries his face against my neck, lips back on my skin, sucking at me softly.

“That was intense,” I say, my voice a little wrecked. I feel him breathe out a laugh through his nose and he slides his mouth from my throat.

“Yeah,” he says back, draping himself over me, boneless and breathless, my softening cock still buried inside him. He rests his head against my shoulder and I pull my fingers up into his hair, combing it between my knuckles, feeling him humm in his throat with satisfaction.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers, pressing his face into the crook of my neck.

I suck in a breath and let it out slowly, trailing my other hand down his back, through the soft fuzz at the base of his spine, then reach beneath him to touch at his hole. I run the tip of my finger across the taut skin, feel it on my dick, let my finger play in my come as it pools out of his ass.

“Nuh-uh,” I say back, holding him against me, against my body, our sweat sticking us together. I rotate my hips, twisting my cock inside him… I can barely feel my legs, they’re numb from his weight pressed on me, his ass is welded to my thighs with come and dried lube and sweat, our skin pulls together as I grind into him.

And yet…

“Oh Jesus,” he gasps, and tries to edge back against my fingers. I feel his hole clenching as I touch him, spreading my come across our joined skin. “Don’t stop that either.”

His hands reach up behind my neck, into my hair, fingers combing across my scalp, pulling my mouth to his till we’re locked together in a kiss. He takes my breath away again, holding me to him, kissing me forever, pulling breath after breath from my lungs into his.

And there’s no way I'll be stopping any of this any time soon.