Straightening, Rayne pulled his fingers free of Eno’s body and smeared some lube on his dick. He pressed inside of Eno, entering him completely in one smooth motion. A harsh breath left Eno in a rush, and his eyes opened wide as a loud cry broke from his throat.
With his balls snug against Eno’s ass, Rayne froze, teeth clenched. Fuck. Nothing had ever felt so good. Tight muscles and mind-blowing heat wrapped around him. Eno clenched, massaging him and seeming to pull him even deeper. He wanted to move so damn bad, but he wanted to give Eno a chance to adjust to his presence in his body.
“Rayne,” Eno whimpered, and Rayne opened eyes he hadn’t even realized he closed.
“How does it feel?”
“Full. So fucking full.”
Rayne grinned at him, and it felt almost feral. Eno was full of him at last. All of Eno was his. No one else had ever touched him in such a way. And no one else ever would. This perfect, wonderful man was all his. Carefully, he withdrew a tiny bit and pushed forward again, closely watching Eno’s reaction. His lover gasped, eyes wide and hand gripping his dick.
“And that?”
“More. Yes, more,” Eno panted.
Rayne was happy to oblige. He set a slow, steady pace. His thrusts started shallow but grew faster and deeper until the room was filled with the slap of sweaty flesh and Eno’s shouts for more. Rayne’s orgasm steadily built, trying to rip free of his control. He closed his eyes to the scorching visual of Eno stroking his dick, flesh covered with sweat, and head thrown back in exquisite pleasure. But the lack of vision only meant that he paid more attention to all the sounds coming out of Eno and the feel of his tight body squeezing his own dick.
“Oh, fuck! Rayne!” Eno shouted, and he sounded almost surprised. Muscles tightened, squeezing Rayne’s dick, and his eyes popped open to see thick streams of cum painting Eno’s stomach. Rayne sped up, fucking him hard through the orgasm, but it meant his own control shattered. Rayne’s cry joined him as he flung himself over the edge. The world shattered, going a sparkling, brilliant white. The ecstasy took on a sharp, almost painful edge.
As the pleasure dissipated, his body trembled and all strength left him. He collapsed on top of Eno, both of them breathing hard, their hearts pounding an uneven rhythm.
A disgruntled sound escaped them as Rayne slipped from Eno’s body, but the loss was soothed by Eno wrapping his arms around Rayne, holding him impossibly close as he rolled them onto their sides. Rayne slowly blinked his eyes open and found himself staring into deep, soft brown eyes that seemed to glisten with unshed tears.
Panic rushed in and squeezed Rayne’s lungs. He couldn’t draw in a breath. Those last couple of minutes were a blur. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Yeah, no. I…yeah,” Eno said and then let out a shaky laugh. “That was amazing. I…”
Rayne smiled and pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. He understood very well what Eno was feeling. The idea of trying to form a coherent, lucid thought was kind of ridiculous after such a release.
“I get why you always look so blissed out and floaty after sex. That was…intense.”
“But good?” Rayne needlessly asked. He could see better than good written all over Eno’s dazed expression, but maybe he needed to hear it after his tiny scare. Just to chase away the last of the worries.
“Amazing.” Eno laughed, his arms squeezing tighter.
Rayne closed his eyes and released a happy sigh as he rested his forehead on Eno’s cheek. “Good.”
“And you like it that way on occasion?”
The tentative question had Rayne opening his eyes and meeting Eno’s gaze. “I do. Not often. I generally prefer to bottom and hand over all control to you. I like the feel of your weight on me,” he admitted, which drew out the smile he’d been hoping to see. “But sometimes, I like to be the one in control. Is that okay with you?” He paused and tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth, trying to gauge Eno’s reaction to his words. “If not, we—”
He didn’t get the chance to finish as Eno captured his mouth in a slow, draining kiss that left Rayne all too happy to hand himself body and soul over to this man. Yes, Eno was back in control, and all the little switches in Rayne were being flipped one after another. The last of the fear and worry drained away so that he was completely loose against his man.
“I loved it,” Eno murmured in a low, husky voice that Rayne wanted to curl up in. “I couldn’t do it all the time. It would be too intense for me, and I do love the feel of being inside of you.”