When his fingers were properly covered, he pulled back so he could see that hole waiting for his attention. He grinned as he pressed one finger inside, but that smile turned into his own moan as his thick digit was swallowed up by the heat and tightness. Max pulled against his grip, but not hard, as if he simply wanted to feel that he was being restrained. He lifted his hips, moving in time with the strokes of Ed’s finger, trying to take him even deeper.
“More. Need more,” Max panted.
Ed gave him another finger. And then a third. Stretching that perfect little hole so that it could take all of him. He wanted to do exactly as Max demanded—fill him so fucking completely.
“Please hurry. Don’t make me come like this.”
Yeah, there was no more waiting.
“How do you—”
“On my knees. Ass in the air,” Max answered before he could even get the entire question out. Max’s grin became crooked. “Next time I’ll sit in your lap and ride that cock.”
Oh, he loved to hear that Max was already planning for a next time. That was very good.
Ed pulled his fingers free of Max’s body and stood so he could shove aside his own pants and underwear. He slipped on a condom while Max turned over onto his hands and knees. The cocky bastard smiled over his shoulder at him and wiggled his ass as if he were a matador waving a red cape at a bull.
After adding a thick coating of lube to his straining cock, Ed climbed onto the bed behind Max and gripped his narrow hips. He brushed the head of his dick across that stretched hole once, twice, teasing him before pushing halfway inside.
He froze when Max hissed and stiffened.
“Okay?”
“There’s so much of you,” Max said, his voice muffled by the pillow pressed to his face.
“And it looks so good inside of you,” Ed replied thickly. He reached around and stroked Max’s cock, bringing it to full hardness while his tense muscles started to relax again.
Max eased back on his own, taking more of Ed’s cock, and squeezing whimpers out of both of them. Max was right. He was the tightest fucking hole he’d ever been in, and it was amazing. He never wanted to leave this exquisite feeling. But so much of that had to do with the special man beneath him.
When he was fully seated at last, he held completely still inside of Max while kissing along his shoulders and the nape of his neck. Max panted heavily into the pillow, the muscles of his ass squeezing and massaging Ed’s cock until he thought he’d die if he didn’t move soon.
“You okay, baby?” Ed murmured against his skin.
“So full. Never been so full in my life,” Max whispered.
And then Ed moved in long, slow strokes, pulling almost completely out of Max to push in. The sheer bliss of it seemed to knock out Max’s language centers, because everything coming out of his mouth was a mix of foreign words and possibly gibberish. Ed was right there with him. The only thing he could occasionally make out was the word “harder.”
He sped up, losing himself in the tight heat and glide. Max’s cries were nearly drowned out by the slap of their skin with each thrust and the creak of the bed. He didn’t give a shit about the fact that everyone in the house could hear them. The only thing that mattered was making Max come.
Oh fuck, he needed Max to come now. His own orgasm was barreling down on him, demanding he let loose before it simply tore free.
Tilting Max’s hips up a little higher, he changed the angle and Max cried out. That was the spot.
“I’m coming!” Max shouted as muscles clamped on Ed’s cock. Ed reached to stroke Max’s cock to feel it already pulsing and slick with come. Max had orgasmed without either of them touching his cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That was hot. He’d never been with anyone who could do that.
Ecstasy tore through him and Ed shouted, slamming harder into Max as he fucked him, filling the condom that separated them. The world blotted out for a second like a flash of lightning enveloping the world.
When he blinked and thought chugged through his sluggish brain again, he found himself lying on top of Max, arms wrapped around him as though he was afraid someone was going to steal him while his cock was still buried deep in his ass.
“Am I smooshing you?” Ed mumbled into Max’s hair.
Max hummed. “Best kind of smooshing.” He sounded drunk, sleepy, and so very happy.
“I should move,” Ed said, though the only muscles that moved were the ones that tightened on Max.
“No! Don’t move.” Max’s voice was near a whine and one hand zipped out to slap his hip as if he were trying to hold Ed in place.