Closer

48. (nsfw)

Eddy had almost forgotten how good Brett was at this. It had been so long since he had felt Brett's gentle fingers travel down his chest, since he roughly held his hips, since he had prepared his ass to be as close to Brett as he'd even get.

"Ah, Brett..." Eddy whimpered as Brett slid the second finger up his as, brushing past the spot that made his head spin. He laid with dazed eyes, looking up at the man he loved more than life itself and repeated to himself how lucky he was that Brett cared so much about him, that Brett wanted him to feel good too.

"You feeling good?" Brett asked, licking his lower lip. Eddy couldn't help but imagine how Brett's lips would taste. Maybe a hint of vanilla? Maybe they tasted of the coffee Eddy had brewed for them earlier?

"Y... Yeah..." Eddy stuttered, tilting his head back with a moan when Brett gently moved his fingers in and out of him. "God, yes Brett."

When Brett went down on his knees on the bed, still with one hand busy working with his ass, and took him in his mouth, Eddy had to grab on to a pillow and hold on tight.

"B... Brett... Brett! Please, I... I want... I want you to fuck me..." Eddy pleaded as Brett's tongue dragged up his shaft, pushing him closer to the edge. He didn't want to finish like this. He wanted to be with Brett.

Eddy's dick came out of his mouth with a sloppy, wet suction sound.
"But Eddy, I want you to feel good," he said, meeting his dazed eyes. Eddy licked his lips.

"If... If you want me to feel good, then please fuck me," Eddy said shakily, desperate to have Brett as close as possible. He was almost shaking with excitement as he watched Brett lube up his hard member.

"Alright, if you insist," Brett said with one of those smirks that made Eddy's stomach do a backflip. One of the confident ones he did to himself when someone complimented him on something. Eddy liked those.

"C... Comeon," Eddy gasped as Brett spreak his cheeks apart and pressed the tip of him against his opening. The cold lube caused shivers down Eddy's spine and he felt the need to press his hips down to take him in.

"You're sure you want this?" Brett asked, moving his hands to Eddy's hips. Eddy responded with a long groan, desperate for the closeness. Couldn't Brett just get going with it without making it emotional?

"Please," Eddy begged instead. He moaned loudly as Brett pushed himself inside, filling him up perfectly. Eddy thought briefly of the cheesy line that they fit together like a puzzle, but that was all forgotten when Brett leaned on his arms just over Eddy's face as he thrusted inside him with a steady rhythm.

"Fuck you feel good," Brett groaned, closing his eyes for a few seconds. His glasses were sliding down his nose, but he didn't care.

"I... I..." Eddy gasped, feeling the lightheadedness as the orgasm built slowly. God he wanted the release so bad. "I'm going to cum... Already..."

"My guess is you haven't been masturbating?" Brett teased, grinning as wide as Eddy's cheeks were red. He didn't really want to admit how close he was himself, but he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Please let me cum, Brett," Eddy gasped, blinded by pleasure as he looked up at Brett's face just a short ruler over his own, struggling to catch his breath with the pleasure ald lust.

"I'm gonna..." Brett gasped, reaching down to take a hold of Eddy's dick as he came inside him, ams in turn making Eddy cum as well.

Brett simply collapsed on top of Eddy asbhe caught his breath. Eddy didn't shift or move away.

"Fuck that was good," he breathed as his head came to a rest on Eddy's heaving chest. Eddy nodddd in agreement. For once , he didn't really feel dlike crying.