Pretend

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Gavin pushed his pants down about as far as Mason’s before he grabbed their shafts, squeezing them together and thrusting forward. “Fuck.” Mason thrust, too. Their tongues fucked each other’s mouths as their dicks rubbed against each other.
“Over the couch.” Mason pushed Gavin away. Grabbed his wallet and tossed it at the man, who caught it. He pulled his pants down farther but didn’t take the time to step out of them. Right now he just wanted to be full.
He heard a package rip and figured Gavin found the condom and small packet of lube in his wallet. There was a thump, and Mason looked down to see his wallet hit the floor.
The condom rapper fell next, and then he felt a cold, wet finger at his asshole. When it pushed inside, the muscles in his whole body released tension. He relaxed, that need inside him so ready to be sated.
There was one finger, then another. “Come on, teach. I’m waiting.” Mason pushed back into him and then the fingers were gone, replaced by the thick head of Gavin’s prick.
As he worked himself inside, Mason’s eyes rolled back, his ass pushed closer. This was exactly what he wanted.
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“Hold up….” Gavin kept completely still. If he didn’t he would embarrass himself. Mason’s ass squeezed him in just the right way, a tight, hot fist engulfing his erection.
When he felt like he had at least ten percent control over his body, Gavin pulled out and then thrust forward again. Mason met each of his movements with one of his own.
“I fucking love that—the feel of thighs slapping against the back of mine—of body slamming into me from behind.”
Damned if Gavin didn’t, too. He’d always enjoyed sex. He’d had some pretty good sex in his lifetime, even if there hadn’t been a lot of it. But still, this was different… This was power. It was possession.
He wrapped his arm around Mason’s body and reached for his cock. Mason’s hand was there already. “I want to do it,” he said before leaning forward and biting into the back of Mason’s neck, the way the man did with him. He’d never done that before, used his teeth on someone like that, but it made the lust overtake him. Made him tip closer to the edge that he couldn’t wait to jump from.
“Make me do it.”
Gavin realized he liked that—liked the thought of being the one to control Mason jerking himself off, so he wrapped his hand over the other man’s. The movements weren’t as smooth as they could be since they hadn’t used any lube, but he didn’t have it in him to stop. Gavin guided Mason’s hand, worked it up and down his own rod as he thrust. Hard. Then harder. Fast. Then faster.
“Jesus Christ,” Mason ground out. Gavin almost stopped moving at that, years of growing up in a religious home making him automatically respond to the name, but then he felt Mason jerk. Felt the thick come slide between their fingers as Mason fucked their hands.
Mason’s ass clinched around him, causing Gavin to shoot, too. He thrust his way through it as they both still worked Mason’s cock. And then he dropped against Mason, Gavin’s chest rising and falling against Mason’s back as they both breathed heavily.
They were silent as they caught their breath. Gavin was still half-hard as he held onto the condom to pull out.
“Natural born top and you didn’t even know it.” Mason turned around, forcing Gavin to stand up straight.
He didn’t know about that, but he did know he sure as hell enjoyed fucking Mason. “If you say so.” He stepped away. “I think we might need to try it a few more times to make sure.”
Mason laughed. Gavin pulled his pants up but didn’t button them. “I need to get rid of this.”
He went to the bathroom and tossed the condom. When he came back into the living room, Mason was stretching.
“You can crash here if you want.” His own words somehow struck him. He’d never spent the whole night with a man other than Braden. And hell, maybe he shouldn’t even have asked Mason. They were only fucking, and spending the night sounded close to relationship territory, but he didn’t take the statement back. He didn’t want to.
“Thank Christ. You took it out of me. If you would have made me drive home, I probably would have fallen asleep at the wheel and it would have been all your fault.”
“Made, huh? I thought you were the boss?”
Mason had already pulled up his pants as well, but Gavin noticed semen on his stomach. He liked it there.
“You’re right. You couldn’t make me leave if you tried. Now lead the way to your bedroom. There’s always a small window with me between orgasm and passing out.”