“Mm-hm,” he hummed again, not taking his delicious tongue out of my mouth.
My hands moved to the front of his waistband and struggled to get the fly open. “Need trends to go baggy,” I muttered, pulling back so I could concentrate on what I was doing. “Never going to get you naked at this rate.”
Oz batted my hands away and was naked in zero-point-five seconds.
“H-how?” I asked in surprise.
“Models have to change clothes faster than The Flash. Here, watch.”
Suddenly, I was naked, standing in the kitchen pressed up against Oz’s gloriously bare body and feeling him deliberately slither against me until our cocks found each other.
“Nnnngh.”
Oz laughed as he began walking me back toward the bedroom. “Mm-hm.”
He barely managed to get the bedroom door shut before I squeezed his perfect ass cheeks. “So fucking sexy. Love this fucking ass.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why do I feel like you compliment me more on my ass now that I’m not a model anymore?”
“Because you finally put some meat on your bones, and I have something delectable to grab?” I leaned in to bite at my favorite spot on his neck.
“Because I’m fat now, and everything I eat goes straight to my ass?”
I pulled back in shock and stared at him. “Call yourself fat one more time, I swear to god…”
Oz’s face softened and a beautiful smile split it. “I’m just kidding. While I have to admit the extra weight is taking some getting used to, knowing how much it turns you on helps a lot. I know I’m not fat, babe. And as long as you find me sexy, that’s all I care about.”
I let out a breath of relief. “Good. Because I’m a doctor, you know. I know about these things. I’ll tell you if you need to worry about your weight.”
He knew I was teasing him now because I slid my fingers into his crease and toyed with his hole while I spoke.
“But right now I think you need a prostate exam, to be honest. It’s been a while.”
“It’s been twelve hours,” he said with a snort.
“Are you declining the service against medical advice?”
We’d arrived at the bed, and I laid him out gently in the center of it, trailing kisses down his chest to his belly before reaching for the lube in the bedside drawer.
“Nuh-uh,” he moaned when my mouth got to his cock. “Prostate me. Prostate me, please. Doctor knows best.”
His breath hitched and his head tilted back, exposing his creamy throat. I couldn’t resist returning to it with my mouth and running my tongue up the side of it to nibble on his ear.
Without removing my mouth from him, I slathered lube on my fingers and reached for his hole.
His face was flushed with passion and heat, his eyes were glassy and dilated. His chest was heaving with stuttered breaths, and his hands dug into my ass to pull me closer.
“Fuck me, Jake.”
“I love you, Oz.”
“Oh god,” he breathed, opening his eyes so I could see the sparkling blue. “I love you so much. Please.”
As I lowered my mouth to his, I lined myself up with his body and slid home.
Making love to Oz was as passionate, loving, and joyful as it had been the very first time we came together like this. Every touch of my hands had him whimpering and begging for more. Every taste of his mouth was familiar and sweet. Within moments of stroking in and out of his body, I felt his nails tighten into the skin of my back and his cock jump against my belly.
“You going to come for me, love?” I growled against the side of his face, reaching down to palm his erection and tug him over the edge. “Take what you need, baby. I know you’re ready. Come for me.”
His eyes widened and his body arched. The sound of my name came crying out of him as I felt the warm splash of his release between our bodies. It was enough to get me there, just like it always was and hopefully always would be.
I came in a roar of possession, pushing deep and tight into his body and releasing directly into him with nothing between us. Even though it had been a couple of months since we’d stopped using condoms, it still blew my mind to feel him bare like that.
“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling my orgasm come around for a second wind. “Fuck!”
Oz’s entire body shuddered and tightened around me, and I felt his arms and legs gather me in as closely as he could get me. That was his favorite part. Holding on tight and begging me not to leave his body just yet.
After several moments, we heard a yippy fit coming from the direction of the kitchen.
Oz sighed and pushed me off him. “My turn.”
I dropped a kiss on his forehead. “No. Stay here. I’ll get her and I’ll grab you a cloth. Don’t move.”